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Albel muttered something else under his breath. "It's not like you could help ether way, not like you can make something from nothing so why would it matter if i told you? and even if you could what would you still be doing in this place?" he muttered looking around for something like small scraps of paper or something that he could get a hold of so he could hord up enough to do something with later.

Albel was a bit shocked when he looked at him seeing not just 1 deck but 2. "I don't think you could make a third, could ya?" he asked refering to the decks of cards, though his attention was quickly draged to the cornor of his eye seeing as a mistriss was walking by but to far a way for him o be heard.

Albel blinked watching him, if he could posably trick him into making a few more and getting them over to his cage he could easly brake out, though it was only if he could find his way back down the long and twisted hall that lead him here. "So your able to do things like that when ever you want? i mean if you could you should easily be able to get out of here and conger up any cash you would need to free your name from these chains and more then enough to find a way to get yourself healed up right? or at least a few replacements for those." he said thinking that there was a better chance if he had a way to get fixed up and out of here, hell he could do more then that with his powers, where as albel needed some form of paper to be able to use his, though he prefered cards so he could trick people out of monney on the streat or fix a game from a casino where the odds favered him drematicaly. "could i get you to send those over this way?"

Albel sighed. "So then your just going to wait in here till you die?" albel asked confused now, he could get out but didn't want to and ether way he was practicaly waiting on death. he didn't say anything more about the cards as he took them under his jacket and sliped each deck into a diffrent pocket on the inside. "And i know someone who has been working on regeneration of limbs and what not for years now i mean he still has a prostedic arm along with his clone but he's making some form of progress along those lines so wouldn't it be worth letting him try?" he knew his uncle was researching that but not the fact he had gone somewhat crazy and sold himself into slavery just for fun many times and always broke away leaving a dead master or mistriss behind.

Albel watched him almost forgetting how he did those odd things. "Well i'm not sure realy, i mean he dose his work with most every subject he can get, and he dose a lot of research so it would suprise me if he didn't know, though i'm not sure if he has any vampire blood." he admitly didn't know much about his uncles research as he always got lost within any conversation with him and anything revolving around living things. he knel down low taking a deck of cards he was given and pressed it to the ground as a long chain of cards shot out slicing the bar on a cornor of the cage. he pulled back the cards and did the same with the top grabing the bar and holding it in place for now. he slid the cards back and sliped them away into his jacket.

"Well it depends if he'll actualy be the one that is there or if it's one of his clones." he admitted though the clones creaped him out seeing his uncle in not just 1 form but in 4 difrent personalitys. he movd the bar he had taken aside and sliped out of the cage holding it in his left arm as his right fiddled around in his jacket for a deck of cards thinking it would be a fight to get out, if he could remember his training and stay away from parlor tricks and his eyes away from anything in a skirt.

Albel sighed slightly. "I don't know about that." he muttered to himself. a little more brute then i was expecting." he said watching the guard fall on the ground. he started running after holland holding the poll he had at his side not knowing if going right out the front door was the best idea, but it was a chance to get out of this place so he was going to take it. his cards were ready to do what ever needed to be done to get out if a distraction didn't get to him first