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Tanus was strongly considering shorting out the speakers of the hall so he could get some peace and quiet, and mess with the minds of those around him. At any rate, he got up and made his way across the hall to get another drink and go mingle with the rest of the vampiric population, and he even danced! After the fun and festivities, he got his coat, put it on, and left back toward the Chantry.

~Draven exhaled very very slowly... a concentrated effort considering he had no need to breathe...he sipped from his drink once more... taking the last mouthful of bloodwyne. He let his free hand trial down his side to rest on his hip, as it moved, he let one of his fingers trace her side~ I know love... I know... Remember I have stood here by your side... for awhile.. Forgiveness is only one of your beautiful talents... grace, style, and intelegence were not wasted when give to you...

~He moved to set his drink down, before returning to the spot he leant against on the rail..this time, he slid his hand along the smooth surface until his finer tips just barely touched her hand...~ Even though you may not agree with all of our clan... remember to heed their word as well... after all we don't want the city falling into the hands of some of our more brutish kin..

'Sixty-two years...' Jackal was not entirely sure what had led him to come to this club. Then again, he was never entirely sure why he went to many of the places that he did. But his instinct had never led him wrong before, so he followed it into the club. And that's when he spotted a man he had not seen since the last few years of World War 2. He looked around for a moment, noting the large Kindred population in the room, and then began moving towards the man, 'Sixty-two years, Caerul...'

Jackal moved slowly, coming up behind Caerul and the other two Kindred that he was with. His hand slipped in his pocket, fingering the knife he kept in there. He paused as he reached the group; no one had noticed him. He stood there for a short time before he spoke, "It was sixty-two years ago when we parted ways in Belgium, was it not? I must say that I never really expected you to live this long. It is certainly interesting to meet you again, Caerul."

"Well I like to keep my talents equal. I know that we do not want this city falling to the "brutes", but what they have to say might just help us in unity. We have to give them a chance in this city as well."

She nodded, her hand under his that rested on the railing, as she peered from the crowd onto him while she spoke, then back onto the sea of bodies. The time was slowly slipping into the early morning, and light was just a few hours away.

"Is there anything else that can be done tonight?"

Renee asked, curious as those eyes trailed back up and stared into his.

Fiona turns to face the newcomer, her hips shifting gently outward, an alluring, but protective stance next to Caerul. Her eyes flash to the man, and then to Caerul, taking in his reaction. There was something she didn't trust about this man. She had known Caerul for so long.. how was it she had never known him?

Her beautiful head cocks a bit, and the flame red curls reflected the light, her greenish blue eyes searching the man, slowly tallying, though with him, she made it less obviuos. But still, at her side her hand moved, fingers gently drumming against the air as she counted, her body a little tense, only giving her more allure in her stance, hips outward, body open, clothes tight to her body.

Seeing Caerul's reaction to the man, she steps back a little from where she had been, though stays slightly in front and to the side of Caerul still, an eerie feeling floating through her.

Where had this man come from? she thought to herself silently, still tallying, the fingers of her right hand whirring. How could I have not known of a man.. I've been with Caerul for well over sixty two years.. well over seventy at that.. She is suspiciuos, but she would wait, her instinctive need to protect the one who had helped her, saved her, often overcamer her logic.

"Ehem." Now it was Caerull's turn to raise an eyebrow to a comment made. "A killer is a sick individual who would kill for the kicks, I am on a mission, we were on a mission back there, from the divine. You may be a killer, but don't mistake me for one." He smiled then, nudging Fiona a bit.

"This man and I spent some time together while you were away lass, he's a friend."

He turned back to Jackle, and spoke quickly, motioning to Fiona then Skulls, "This is Fiona and Skulls, we got s**t to do so c'mon, there isnt much time before sun up."

Fiona sways a bit with Caerul's gentle nudge, and smiles, though her eyes darken as she remembers the time. It had been a dark time in her life, and she was not proud of it, leaving Caerul had been the worst mistake of her immortal life.

She relaxes though, seeing this man, though a bit off center, as the one who had been with Caerul, when she, ashamedly, hadn't. She finished counting him off, giving him the usual three mistakes for someone so cluttered. He had taken all three, and a half of one, but she smiles at him. "Somewhat even.." she mutters to herself a bit frowning before nodding her head, settled.

She then looks up, and smiles, beaming, and slips her fingertips down Caerul's back, letting them rest gently on his spine, a few inches above his belt line, affectionately, trustingly, lovingly