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Clifford looked at the card and then at the woman. "And what sort of paranormal things do you investigate, Ms. Anderson? What is your take on the paranormal?" This woman suddenly interested hiim greatly. He had just been presented with two district problems for his race and it is possible that the answer lyed with in his people...but it could also be outside of it as well.

Calli was aware of the old way Georg spoke and wondered if he indeed could assist her. "I'm searching for my sire." She watched his face, searching for his reaction. "He or she changed me when I was close to dying. They saved my life. I want to find whoever it is, if only to thank them. But even after all this time, I know next to nothing." Calli split her attention and watched the scene behind Georg, noticing the human woman who had passed her earlier.

((Just a thought--about what year is this all taking place in?))

"The lady was just giving me her card. What do you think? Could we use a paranormal exspert with our little problems?" Clifford looked at Ariai and a smirk in his eyes. Whether or not she could be of use would be intersting to see.

((To answer the first question, this takes place in modern time.

To answer the second question, not much, really, the characters are just outside of a haven and meeting for the first time in the rp.))

"Have you asked the King and Queen for assistance?" Gerog asked. "I am convinced they would not refuse a request such as yours. If you so desire, I can bring this wish to them in your place, once my current task is accomplished."

It was a night that Liek liked to be out in, though what kind of night it was for her no one could tell. It was just a 'good' night. She tilted her head back to look at the stars, her top hat amazingly staying on her head, she had had centuries to perfect the move. Her bare stocking feet were quiet on the side walk and few surprisingly paid attention to her, surprisingly because of her rather... unique attire and attitude. She soon stopped at a curb, her nose tingling and senses telling her of a young one about. She soon spotted him wittling away at some wood and quietly walked over and crouched behind him, peering curiously over his shoulder to view what he was making.

~(Thank you. Oh, and Duncan, I have a warning for you. It's nothing bad, don't worry. It's just that you haven't posted yet in my Medieval Ireland RP. -^_^- Just letting you know)~

Deimos walked down the street, the night relatively young. He licked the blood off of his fingers slowly, as if it were chocolate sauce. The body of his latest victim, a girl no older than about ten, lay sprawled, lifeless at the entrance of an alleyway. "So much fear in the young ones today. Makes them taste so delectable," his velvety voice cooed.

His raven-like hair flew into his face on a soft breeze. The vampire, using a pale hand, moved the dark stuff out of the way of his ice blue eyes. "I'm still hungry," he mused aloud. "Time to go find a drunken male." Laughing, the vile creature walked through the streets, searching for his next victim.

((I'm adding this post for abyss, who I so dumbly ignored. crying ))

A shiver ran up the length of his spine, nearly causing him to drop his precious figurine. He whirled about, falling off the curb to lay sprawled on the cobbled street like a cow before an on-coming train. Wide-eyed, trembling, and horrified to no end. The mistress that crouched behind him...she had an air about her that was unlike any he had ever felt before. Though, not magically a true Empath, he could feel others pretty well. It was a special, non-magical gift he had picked up from his beloved mother.

"Who...who are you?" he stammered, his face paling considerably. He attire was more than a little odd, and her top-hat put him off. Women didn't wear top hats. They wore gowns and fancy bonnets. This woman....she was strange beyond all that Adrien could could compare her to. "What do you want?"

Liek watched him with a slight tilt to her head and a soft smile. She then looked up at the sky and seemed to be ignoring what he asked. "It's a nice night isn't it little one?" She looked down back to him and grinned before reaching out and grabbing his wrist. "You smell so young, you do not understand what you are do you?" She reached back and picked up the figurine gently. The hand that held his wrist moved to his fingers and she uncurled his fingers, nice fingers they were. She placed the figurine in the hand and curled the fingers around it. "Such nice pretty work should be held close. Nothing should happen to it. Come now, I shall take you to the others! They will take care of you. That they will." She stood suddenly, her hand still on his wrist pulling him as well to guide him up from the ground.

The boy before her did not concern her, though she felt a need to take care of him and she almost always followed what she needed. The others, even those she did not like, would take care of the young one... But she wouldn't let him out of her sight. She could now have someone to hold the tea party's with that would not think taste disgusting because she laced it with blood, the essence of what they were. The vampires that came to seek her information often refused the tea party which made her sad but she did not mind too much.