[center][color=8882be][h3]Violet[/h3][/color][/center]

It was obvious that she was being ignored. Normally, Violet would just put him in his place, but with Luna clearly in his employ she forced herself to soften her image of the man. As easy as it would be to break him, especially with her newfound power, she had no desire to alienate a confirmed member of her kind and someone who could safely be assumed to be one. Not to mention that Luna would certainly retaliate, likely with that very prominent firearm over her shoulder. She sighed internally. [i][color=8882be]No use wasting the potential resource. Not like I have a dissection stratagem yet, either...[/color][/i] Still, she'd have to do something about that attitude at some point. It was dangerous, and she had finally found people other than her parents and closest friends who she had a vested interest in keeping safe; members of her own kind, her own brand new species, potentially. She retrieved her notebook and looked it over, stifling a laugh at Jennifer's artistry and the irony of it. She carefully placed it back in her guitar case and locked it before taking the slip of paper Ashton wrote on, incredibly tempted to read it out loud just to get even. 

Luna's statement made her smile. She looked pointedly at Ashton before speaking.

"[color=8882be]Oh would you look at that, I was right. And now we know how much our enemy knows. There's only two questions left to ask, at this point. Do you trust the man behind the curtain? And what do we call ourselves? Hmm...[/color]" She pondered for a moment. Aha! "[color=8882be]Variantes! Silent 'e,' of course. The English word isn't fitting for a classification. And if we're 'Variantes...'[/color]" Violet gasped. "[color=8882be]We can be the V-club! It's perfect![/color]" She chuckled inwardly but kept a cheerful straight face as she said it. "[color=8882be]Onwards, V-club! Let's see what the puppeteer wants from the newborns.[/color]"