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Marishka blinked a few tines and smiled. "Yes, I do have you. For the moment. There are alot of people I owuld not kill, but I don't care for particularly. SO Iunderstand where you are coming from with that." Her mind traveled to her master and she bit her cheek from the inside of her mouth. "People are stupid and no one really talked to me before you. I figured Iwoud be one of those outcast people who other vamps talked to because they had to." She laughed and shrugged. "But Iwas proven wrong"

Fate nodded. "I don't intend on leaving anytime soon..Do you?" She blinked abit. Nodding, she examined Marishka's ticks. "Yes, people are rather foolish. Not to worry, there's always at least one person around that can put up and be put up with." She laughed abit. "Of course you were. I wouldn't be standing here. But I feel no obligation to talk to you. Friends are like that." Fate smiled and heard a voice.
Oh heavens.. Ah yes, it was, indeed, Anne. She spoke to Marishka in a secret telepathic conversation. This is the girl I told you about. She's somewhat of a pest, but a true help when it comes to getting out of a pickle. Anne's not a totally nut job, she can just be somewhat..eccentric. Yes, that's it.
Glancing at Anne, Fate blinked abit. "Anne, this is my good friend, Marishka. Marishka, this is Anne." Crossing her arms, she looked about and back towards Anne's direction. Undirectly looking at her, she spoke. "No, I don't suppose it's a bother with your presence, but do please tend to your own for a moment." She smiled weakly. "And by the way, this place isn't as historic as you may think. Mortal corpses are still lain to anguish here in this soil. Wary of where you step you should be."

((By the way, secret. In other words, guarded mind. You can't read what's guarded! stare ))

exasperated by the apparent dislike she keeps generating from Fate and all of her friends . . .she leaves

Fate scowled slightly. Anne wore on her nerves in the most delicate, yet most irritating, way she knew.
Fate nodded. "That is good..I suppose." She stared hard at the ground. A deep battle dwelled inside her. The mind, heart, body, and spirit were all mutilating each other. It was not something she could get over.
Suddenly, the thud of the flask caught her attention. "..Hm? What?" She aruptly looked up with a blank, cold expression on her face. "..Oh..Heavens no, Marishka. You are certainly far from a negative vibe..giver.." Her words were broken, and the sentences didn't quite fit together.
Sighing, she bent down and placed the flask inside her coat. Her lips only curling in a half-hearted grin, she stared at the ground again. "Yes..Most of us get..are treated evil." Fate didn't hear much after that. Her stare seemed to go on forever.

((n/p..Man, don't I know how that is!))

Bridget and Sanchez were making thier way thru the graveyard using a grid search pattern. Thier mission was to locate any undead or other such creature and make note of thier position. Basically they were doing
'Recon' in force as a means of 'protecting themselves if they were attacked. Even though Will's cease fire had expired Bridget was going to play it 'close to the vest' and not start any major wars.

They both were in Mrk III body armor and night vision goggles along
with thier sidearms, assault rifles, ten grenades(mixed). Sanchez also was
carrying a sawed-off shotgun in a sheath on his back. Bridget had her
'Sidhe' leaf blade and some 'poppers' with her. So far they had located ten places where the undead and other creatures dwelled. It would be slow going and take at least three more days before they had finished
thier preliminary sweep. They would wait til morning and come back and
tag each lair with an invisible paint that could be picked up by the
nite-vision goggles

So far the 'recon' was going good they made no hostile action and none was directed towards them. That meant they were not spotted or the
inhabitants didn't think them a threat... Bridget prefered it was not being spotted.

Her eyes drifted up to Marishka's hand. Blinking slowly, the traveled up to her eyes. Tears slipped away from the corners. She whispered raspily, "No, dear, I'm not.." Her eyes were hollow and cold. She longed for a comfort somewhere. Thank goodness for Marishka. A weak smile curled her lips as more tears fell. Nimbly, Fate wrapped her arms around her friend's neck and breathed heavily, gasping some. "I hurt.."

((Snap, you're telling me!! >< My mom left today..hehe.))

Before she could go on, she heard the voice of the one at fault. A twitch escaped her eye as she glanced up - Silver. Her gray eyes swirled. She snarled abit, confused as to hiss at him, or run in the opposing direction. "..Silver.."

Fate breathed heavily. She spoke in a delicate, hurt manner. He was only here for business, surely nothing more. She swallowed hard. "We should go someplace else. Do not involve Marishka in your..games." Glancing back at her friend, she nodded a bid farewell. I'll come back soon Marishka..Times are hard. Keep your senses keen at all times, and find something to keep you busy..Occupy your time. Sighing, she took a few steps away, her hands trailing behind and leaving her companion's shoulders. "Let us depart.."