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Isabelle looks at the vampire, her automatic diplomat skills kicking in. When you are an assassin, you need to gain people's trust, though no one may gain yours. Her lips spread to an actual smile, though there is the ever-present suspicion behind her sparkling eyes, anyone could see. The contrast of blood red lips on that white skin is grotesque in a statuesque way. Like all the blood she has swallowed has stained her lips, hair, and eyes. Her dark red gown, trailing the floor and disrupting the shadows lingering there, the corset top, its satin black laces that crisscross across her chest and torso, the black shift underneath.
She takes his hand, and the friendly gesture feels strange to her. His genuine smile and polite manner almost knock her off balance. Almost.
"Hello, my name is Isabelle Marquette." the Italian taint in her voice, mixed unmistakably with French, is surprising to all because no one in the room has ever heard her utter more than muffled whispers to her shadows. Her French mother had become a Demon when Isabelle was four, so she had been vanquished by her father, who was a Hunter then. He died in battle when Isabelle was eighteen, and ever since, she had been a Voidmaster assassin. Though the Voidmasters aren't as naturally gifted as the Senguinariens or Deathdealers, Isabelle had befriended many and had learned to fight and kill and track and hunt with far more than expert skill.
So now, they all seemed inferior.

Isabelle was shocked into silence. This man already knew her history? How? She had never told anyone anything in her entire life in the Coven. She had never spoken personally to anyone with any information that was true. Never. She was suddenly reluctant at talking; an instinct of hers.
Lance's smile making her nervous. She needed to get away and fast before she became even the slightest bit comfortable. She needed to go the place where she was most comfortable. Where she always went before every assignment. If not to be calmed by the sacred and solemn setting, then tojust feel the importance and the reality of death. To feel the weight of what she was about to do.
She needed to go to the Cemetary.
"Excuse me, sir, but I must depart. I must hunt tonight." she nearly smiled. She had fed last night.

((exit to Graveyard))

Minu watched Lance for afew moments longer before getting bored. Her diguised red eyes turned deep blue. "Oh damn.." She was a void, but didnt like the way people looked at her, she was only thriteen! She darted into a shadowed corner, her eyes shut.

Ryoku entered the room as his black long coat flowed behind him. He made his way to a chair near a table that had a bottle of scotch and several crystal glasses stacked delicately in a pyramid. He carefully removed the top glass and poured himself some of the scotch and sat down patiently observing his surrounings. Everyting was just to his liking, dark and dreary. He smiled to himself as he quickly downed the full glass and placed it rather roughly back onto the table. "What should I do? There's no one around to talk to." He pushed himself up from his chair and walked toward an unused fire place with a large portrait above it. Ryoku studied it and several others that littered the walls. He then briefly stepped toward the window and placed his fingers onto the curtain and delicately pulled it to the side and glanced at the sky. He studied the full moon and as he glared at its bright light he was filled with the urge to have a bite to drink, but supressed this urge and returned to his chair and poured himself another glass. Though he was a vampire and he had no reason to drink anything but blood he still occasionally enjoyed a drink of other things not associated with blood.

Jack enters the main hall, his black dress shirt slightly askew, and approaches Kuro and his mountain of scotch glasses. He sits down and reaches into his backpack where he pulls out a pack of medicinal blood. "Care for some Bloody Mary?" He smirked. He then poured two shot glasses, half full of blood and half full of scotch. He slides one accross to Kuro. "I'm Dr.Jack Harker." He extends his hand to be shook.

Jack downs a round of Scotch and blood. "Just finding my place in the city....you know...waiting for old friends as well as new ones...and maybe a little exploration while I'm at it...what about you? What brought you here?" Jack motions in a dignified manner with his and for Ryoku to respond and then flips the scotch glass upside down and sets it on the table.

azriels aura whips open the door she stands there pouring rain and lightening clashing behind her she walks in slowly the lights dimming immediently as she grew closer to them. she was dripping from all the rain along the carpet, blood washing down from wounds both seen and unseen in the rain. her sword sheathed at her side only made the slightest movements as she walked gracefully and hidden across the floor. her long hair hung over her face like a black and red curtain. she disappears upstairs in her room and the world becomes normal again once she disappeared