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Troden's face was shadowed by his hair as he listened, the tension clear in his stance before he said, "Tien...you can tell her about our history later, but now I want you to pay me the favor you owe."

Tien sighed, a silver ball appeared floating above his fingertips as he said, "I keep my word Troden. That you know well." his eyes hardened before the ball suddenly disapated (Sp?), becoming a mist into the air as Tien continued, "Another War will begin soon. I'll contact Lady Aurora and I'll begin part one of the plan."

Troden nodded before looking at Tara, "Do not get in the way sister. I know how attached you are to the way things are." Tara stiffened before looking away, which only made the Rajen leader grin, "Let us go Isabelle. There is another who we must speak to before I'll tell you what is about to happen.."

Tien watched Troden and Bell go, a smirk on his face as before he turned to Tara, "Too bad you didn't want a part in this my dear sister..the rewards will be great." Tara sighed before walking away.

Troden soon took to the air, his mind on the next person..Kanna.

Darius eventually found himself in the city. All he needed now was to find out where he was going to go. He hadn't been here before and certainly didn't know where any hotels were. He couldn't think of any place to stay so he decided that he would just wander the city for awhile. Perhaps as a newcomer he would be sought out, perhaps the other vampires here would discover him and seek him out. There was any number of possibilities so he thought he would take the easiest route.

Wandering the city streets he eventually came across a gun store and decided to re-stock on winchester ammunition considering he had run very low on his trip over here. What else could he do on his way over? Shooting was about the only thing he had to do on the long walk over here anyways. He could have trained but it wouldn't benefit him physically considering the fact that a vampire's body cannot change from the time they are sired.

Though Darius wasn't exactly sired. His mother was vampire when she was pregnant with him and had been born a vampire. It was just the fact that somehow the vampire that had attacked her couldn't tell she was a vampire by scent or sight. But it was that vampire that brought him up to be the man that he is. Why he couldn't build muscle he had never figured out, because considering his lineage and the fact that he haad been born a vampire should allow him to build muscle. But it didn't really bother him anyways because of the strength and speed granted from his race.

Pushing through the door he looked over at the counter to see a bald and portly man standing there. However his appearance was decieving because he had tree trunk like arms, what you'd expect to see on an midevil era blacksmith and a thick bushy beard though well kept. The man seemed nice enough he thought, moving up to the counter he asked, "Would you happen to have any ammunition for this Winchester here?" lifting the rifle up he arched a brow, waiting for an answer.

The man at the counter looked at the rifle in amazement and said, "Yeah but I can't believe that you actually shoot that thing. It's a bloody antique! Gotta be worth thousands!" he was obviously excited as he pulled out a box of ammo and said, "How many'll ye be wantin'?" the excitement in his voice building ever higher.
"Four boxes and yes I shoot this thing. It's worth more to me in my hands and being fired than it is to me hanging from a wall", Darius replied, not caring for the money the rifle was worth and more for it's use.
"Well it may be like that to you but I'd have it on a wall mount", he said, grabbing the four boxes from the counter. Each box holding ten rounds he went on, "That'll be fourty six sixty and I still can't believe that you'd actually fire that thing but oh well. Your rifle not mine", he fiinished, admiring the weapon.

Darius just sighed and said, "I imagine there's many people that would say much the same thing but yes, it is my rifle. Here's fifty keep the change", dropping the money on the counter top he took the four boxes and walked out, opening one to load his rifle and storing the rest in his backpack.

The Nocturne opened up again and as if everyone knew it would, people started to stream in and the joint was soon jumping again. Merlin sat with a booth of young to middle aged men and women, they were talking about really nothing and Merlin was snug up against a rather distinguished gentleman who couldn't seem to keep his eyes to himself where she was concerned. She didn't care, though, she'd be getting what she wanted from him.

Jack, who had gone to get Tara and himself a drink, came back, frowning at her expression, "What's wrong?" He asked, handing her the steaming cup of hot chocolate.

Tara took the cup gratefully but merely held it, taking in its warmth, "The Sulla Way..that's what's wrong.." she mumbled, closing her eyes slightly.

After a long time wandering the city Darius had found a place to store all but one of his knives and pistols which he kept well hidden. While he wandered around he came across a club and it sparked his interest and so he decided he would pay them a visit.

Stepping through the doors of the club a few people eyed him up because he had never been seen before but he let it pass, knowing full well that he was in no danger here.

On his way to the bar Darius brushed the minds of several people of interest as he passed them but found nothing to interesting or no strong sense of alert or defense.

Taking a seat at the bar he looked to the tender and said, "Whiskey straight up", sliding the money across the counter carelessly he looked about the bar, recieving his drink he began to sip at it.