[h2]Thrillseeking Bloodsucker[/h2]

Having stopped off to collect her car, Elizabeth pulled up outside of a house that, as far as she knew, belonged to a line of onmyouji. Or at least it had up until the last war, so it was quite likely that the Wakahisa were still here. Though they weren't necessarily interested in the ritual, they might be interested in the inevitable magi moving in to pick fights. Another ally against anyone unscrupulous couldn't be passed up... or someone that could safely have the ritual foisted upon them.

Getting out, the vampire readjusted her hood to make sure it covered everything, then rang the bell at the entrance of the traditionally styled and built property. There'd been a little girl here last time, hadn't there? She must've grown up by now, and it'd be interesting to see just how much.

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[h2]Weapon of the Church[/h2]

As her exploration continued, the nun came across a rather odd sight. A white-haired girl, a white haired young man, and someone that actually fit in with the surroundings rather than sticking out almost as much as she did. From what Lucrezia could observe as she approached from the other end of the street, the man seemed to be harassing the other two. Mindful that it was her duty to help others as much as it was to destroy monsters, the tall Executor stepped forward as the normal girl gave some story about her lost cousin.

Lucrezia didn't believe it for a minute, if only because nothing about the tiny albino seemed Polish.

"I trust that you are not harassing these girls?"