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As Len continued down the hall, Lydia folliwng him, he took in her questions. He snorted at the first comment and ignored it, moving on to the second. He looked over his shoulder slightly and arched an eyebrow. "Digging into my un-rested mind again eh Lydia?" He said, sounding a little annoyed and coming across in a rude tone. He then stopped and turned to face her.

"Eh...sorry about that, I guess I really do need some sleep. I've just been busy is all." He fibbed, looking around the hallway, a couple people walking by every now and then. "Probably after my meeting with William, I'll get some sleep and be good as new. Though, you've seemed a little tired as well, best you get some and don' end up like me." He laughed, turning and looking forward again, picking up the leisure movement.

He looked at the clock and shruged, deciding to go see William now since there was only ten minutes until the specified time. He looked to his side, the large tear in his shirt on his side revealing the bruise. He didn't care much, just another battle mark for others to gawk upon. He smiled to himself and continued towards Will's office, not bothering to worry about wether or not Lydia was still behind him. She would talk when she wanted to be present.

Krii'Ouse had had enough sleep. His nightmare woke him mid-dream. He donned his black attire, cowled himself, and hooded his hair. He grabbed his black reflecting shades as well. He left his room, heading for the mess hall.

As he entered he heard a British voice ask, 'Oi, so which lay-about here is the boss?' This upset Krii'Ouse. These people were not 'lay-abouts.' They were hard working Hunters! Risking their lives to save the ignorant populace of Demonic New York.

Krii'Ouse walked up to the British bloke and stood adamantly.

'Look, mate. These people are hard workers. We stay up literally all night, watching the asses of the lazy blokes out there in bloody New York. Now, I suggest you take back those words. I am not very pleasant to those who insult the people I work with.' His stance was stern, and demanding, one could see it through the cowl that he was angry. His young attitude demanded respect, even from one so much older than himself. He knew this man was his elder, and he should be resoecting him, but nothing insults his friends. He will not stand for that.

His face hidden in the cowl, and his sunglasses, his anonymity was what was more demanding of respect. Krii'Ouse had things he needed to do, but he would wait for this man to apologise before checking on Marcus for his swords.

Skiaska smield as she saw Krii'Ouse. "Krii! How do y-" Stopping when she heard soem anger in his voice, she blinked curiously at the exchange of words. Gently tapping the man on the shoulder, she smiled. "I'm sorry, sir, but please do not insult my fellow hunters." Bowing a little, she smiled even more. "And, you do not look that old. I'm sorry if I was interuppting." She then went ot Krii'Ouse and looked at him questioningly.

Skiaska's eyes hardened slightly, but her voice held the same politeness. "I suppose you are right, you were not being harsh. Also, while you may have had the hardships of war, I had hardships known as a horrible life." She glared a little, continuing. "My mother was turned and sanpped in a blood thirsty rage. She killed my family, me the only survivor. I trained my entire life until I could kill the one who destroyed my mother. My mother died by my hand as well. Science detroyed my pride and confidence in my form, changing me into an animalistic freak. Because fo that, I was shunned by men." Skiaska had unleashed a few tears, but clenched her nails into her arm. "Don't tell me hardships when you haven't lived my life."

Skiaska furiously wiped away the tears that had fallen. "Heh. Sorry, didn't mean to get emotional..." She looked at him, a little embarressed. "I apologize for bringing back anything... Yeah, these... "features" tend to get me mistaken for a lycanthrope when I'm not careful..." Skiaska chuckled sadly and coughed a little. "By the by, my name is Skiaska. Skiaska Sperraw."

"Skiaska was a goddess, and it literally means "Lady of Night" in a demonic language. This "Lady of Night" was a leader to demons. My father picked the name." She pressed her lips a little bitterly, but sighed, respecting the dead. "Anyway, I decided that it was exotic enough for a strange person like me." She said it jokingly, but there was a hint of sadness. Suddenly, Skiaska looked down at her attire and blushed. "Heh..."

((I'm afriad I have to go. i'll see you later))