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Krii'Ouse walked into Haven. 'Ahh, home.' he said, passing the lounge. He had had a rough night, fighting, and befriending, one of his worst enemies... a daemoness. 'Hmm... Neko... interesting one, that. I hope she'll arrange that meeting with this 'Xan' woman... I'd like to talk to her. I'll get Len to back me up. Mehbe Skiaska... Skiaska...'

He heard the pain filled thoughts and rushed to Skiaska's room. Knocking on the door, he asked, 'Are you okay in there? Skiaska?!' He prepared himself, despite his pain, to bash in the door.

It was then that he realised he was a telekinetic. Breaking down the door didn't have to be the option. He used his mind to place the pins in the right place, and opened the door. 'Are you alright?!' he asked, seeing the blood right away, as red stands out in any situation, especially blood red. 'What happened...'

The past minutes flashed through his mind as he probed her mind accidentally. 'Skiaska, what's wrong, why did you do this? You know it isn't good for you? Blood loss ain't too great, and now the vamps and Lycans will smell your blood on your clothes. Granted, it is good for hunting, but you will be weak from your *own* blood being that which is on your clothes...'

Krii'Ouse lifted Skiaska. 'Listen, It only felt good, because you told your mind it did. Pain is a natural response to a bad situation. You need to stop this.' Then he heard her thoughts. Someone taunting her mind. *A daemon... but one of her own making. One I cannot slay... easily...* he thought to himself.

'Now, how about we go upstairs, and get something non-alcoholic to drink, huh?' he asked her. He broguht her in for a hug, and squeezed a little. When he disengaged, he lowered her head, pulled his cowl down, and kissed her forehead, bringing his cowl up afterwards.

Krii'Ouse unhooked arms. 'Just one thing. I have to change. I need to get this iron off...' he said, rushing to his room.

He took his duster off, hung it on a hook on the door, put his armour on a special rack made to hold the pieces as if someone were wearing it. He took off his undershirt, and kept his cowl on. He tightened his belts on his boots, and put his glove and bracer on. He returned to Skiaska. 'Alright, lets go,' he said, sliding his hand into hers, locking fingers.

Skiaska smiled at Gail as she peeked in. "Just checking in on Alex. He okay?" "yes, he'll be fine. A few days of rest and no alcohol should fix him right up." Nodding, she turned to Krii'Ouse. "Shall we?"

((Jump to Park))

Passing through security, she ignored all the comments that the security guards made about the blood covering her face and hands, or her solemn expression. While she made sure that she walked as normally as possible, no sooner did the security door close when she felt like she was going to be sick. Quickly running around the corner into the locker room, she rushed over to a trash can, bent over it, and coughed violently as her stomach emptied itself.

Falling back against the wall in a sort of emotional stupor, and walked over to the mirror. She gazed at her bloody reflection in the mirror as she went to wash her hands, covered in drying blood. The water washed away most of it, but not all, pinkish water going down the drain. Staggering out of the locker room, she made her way into one of the lobbies down in Haven, sitting down on a couch. The combination of her physical exhaustion and her now emotional numbness gave her a sort of lost look as she leaned fowards, elbows resting on her knees. She didnt speak, she didnt move...she only sat there, seeming to stare at the remaining blood on her hands.

Len continued down the ladder and jumped right before the last bar. He landed with a small thud on the reinforced floor and pressed the Lycan, once again, along the front entrance ways with again to the back of his...again. As usual, he looked up to the cameras and gave a grin as they were for sure knowing that he had brought an unexpected guest along. He already knew that defenses were back up, but leaving this certain personal watched, but un-harmed unless something were to happen.

Okay, now where the hell is Will? Len thought as they entered the lounge, cutting through there and soon past several other rooms. He just ignored everyone who walked by and gave odd looks at the seen. Even though Tyler was in his human appearance, most hunters could right away tell what he was. Soon they came to a door to the main interrogation quarters. Len looked from side to side, nodding each time, and soon the metal reinforced door slid open.

Len pushed the Lycan inside and placed his gun on the black glass table, followed by the pressing the werewolf into a hard seat. He was binded and blind folded, with security devises all around him, which he could probably sense, so he wouldn't do anything stupid. The door slid shut once again and Len grabbed his gun, placing it back into one of the hulsters.

He gave a smirk and headed over to the other side of the brightly lit room. He pressed down on a button on one of the speakers. "Hey, send a guy to fetch Jackson for me will ya? I think he's going to want to speak to our guest as well." There was a moments pause before an answer. "Just sent one Pro, William should be there shortly."

Len clicked the button again, shutting his side off as he turned back to Tyler, tilting his head slightly as he kept alert of his guns. "Sorry about the restriction of comfertability at the moment, but we have to be extra careful. Who knows what the hell your instincts might force you to do." He smirked again and placed his fingerless gloved hands flat on the smooth black glass, preparing some questions for him and giving him a moment to reply.