[h2]Elizabeth Cooper[/h2]

Getting into the city and finding a place to stay had been easy for her. No need to rush for trying to find a place to stay when realising that the war was going to start, squirrel away funds, or the like. It wasn't the first time that the vampire had been in the city, and almost all of her needs were already met. The apartment she'd had from the last time around was still fine by her standards... but not the best place to keep her car, so finding a good place to keep it safe had been on the list.

There was one need that no amount of advance preparation could meet and the brunette's first response had been to hit up a bar and see if she could make any friends. Sure enough, she'd managed to find someone who took an interest in the jewellery-adorned foreigner and nudged them into following her outside. If anyone looked down the alley by the bar, Elizabeth knew from experience that they'd just view it as a rather indiscrete tryst... and not the meal that it could be more accurately described as.

[i]Not that it would be that bad to be doing something more fun,[/i] the vampire considered, giving her victim something slightly more pleasant to remember--not that she expected they'd guess what had just happened--before pulling down the hood of her coat. Unfortunately, little time remained to check whether any of the magi families around here were taking part in the war, so fun would have to be put off now that her needs were actually met. 

Elizabeth left the alley, trying to remember the addresses from ten years ago.

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[h2]Sister Lucrezia[/h2]

Lucrezia was not enjoying Japan. She'd learned the language, but the food wasn't to her tastes, almost everyone was a heathen, and people kept staring at her. Some idiots had even mentioned 'cosplay', like she was just [i]playing[/i] at being a member of the church. The nun would have happily left the country behind for good without her mission to complete and she was close to just showing her gun to the next person to bother her, but that would simply cause more trouble than it was worth with the strict gun control laws. So she kept the illusion that showed it as nothing more than a bag of sports equipment going.

Even more annoyingly, she couldn't just drop out of view and wait for things to start: Lucrezia preferred to attack from a position of safety, out of the obvious view of whoever she targeted. To do so with no familiarity of the town would be all but impossible and she'd had to spend the entire day 'sightseeing', whilst keeping an eye out for anyone that her frustration could justifiably be targeted at. Even more so now that the schools had let out and even [i]more[/i] of the natives were staring at her.

Maybe she would have blended in better if she wasn't so tall; the blonde discarded the idea of using magic to make herself seem smaller. It would probably end with being walked into but, more importantly, there was no way to justify such vanity. So she kept walking. Walking and watching.