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Veroen Silently nodded to Alasdair, knowing that he was slightly pleased with his work. He kept an eye on those around him as well, but they posed no threat to Alasdair and himself. He replied to Alasdairs question about the Lycans around him.
"Yeah, there are two Lycans in the vicinity. One, who i have met before, he is no threat, i have seen him fight. The other, the female one, was actually in the subway tunnels with the others, who captured it. I also saw their elder, Jaden. He appeared to have some sort of injury, that prevented him from fighting well. But the girl who is here, she was in those tunnels...she might know something...." Veroen said with a slight smile in the corner of his mouth.

He laughed to himself in his mind, thinking about the one with a sword drawn that was near them.
'This is amusing... foolish boy...' He glanced in the direction of the male Lycan.

Luther walked into the Graveyard with a determined look on his cold features, his thick crimson hair shining in the crescent moon, a low susurrus echoeing around as he walked, his shadow growing larger behind him. He had to do this once a year, if he was to keep his powers, the Void had been very...specific about that. Well, it had threatened to castrate him with his fangs, after it ripped them off. He hadn't jumped at that oppurtunity, and had set off to perform it for the first time; The Sacrificial Burial.

He lay down the sack he had previously been carrying over his shoulders, and dusted off his red Ringmasters jacket, he see flees on it. He brushed them off, and opened the sack. A rather freshly killed Lycan lay in the chilling night air, hacked and slashed beyond recognition. He carefully dug into its cold flesh, using the claw on his index finger, carving a small triangle onto the Mutt's stomach. He completed it, adding an eye to the center, and a few zig-zagged lines around it. He then concenrated, pouring a stream of black smog around the ravaged body, it slowly started to disappear, and Luther nodded with a happy grin.

-[Yer can say that again xd ]-

-[Fair enough. But why would my Vampire character fight Alasdair? I mean, he may be murderously insane but he can tell a Vampire from a teletubby]-

Ryoku stepped through the gate of the graveyard and walked pass all the various gravestones that littered the area. He read a few of them, laughing at all the pathetic testimonies of each person's life. He then came across this group of people. He had met a few of them but didn't know much about any of them. He leaned against a rather large tombstone as he reached into his coat and leisurely pulled out a pack of cigarettes and flicked one half way out of the pack and grabbed it swiftly with his hand and placed it between his lips. He put the pack back into his coat and brought out a golden lighter with a silver cross placed on the side and lit the cigarette. After taking a rather large drag from it he looked back up to the others. "I come here to spend some time with the dead and find all of you. How strange." He blew out a large cloud of smoke with every word. "So, what exactly is going on here. If its interesting I wouldn't care to join in, especially if it involves the spilling of blood." A twisted grin appeared on his face as he looked around at everyone nearby.

Luthers head snapped up, instantly locking on Ryoku, a look of mildly affronted frustration crossing his face like lightning. "Why should I tell you, a mundane and I might endeavour to say nosy looking person, about my dealings with the Void?" The Lycan Corpse had compleyely disappeared, a pile of ash in its place. It was part of he conditions of his powers, he absolutely had to sacrifice a Lycan, Hunter, or Tainted to the Void, every month, on the exact same day.

The one time he decided not to do it he attained a rather grizzly and painful scar on his back, which at the center managed to penetrate the muscle and mess with his spine, he had been paralyzed for three days without blood, it was an exquisetly painful experience, both for him and the poor human he had found when he slipped out of the Paralysation, a large amount of blood was spilled onto the ground, but he got enough to be able to think clearly.

He pulled down his top hat, covering his eyes, and pulled up his red Circusmasters jacket, and walked out of the cemetary, he knew that he wasn't going to find a decent Blood type from this lot.