[center][b]~[u]Priscilla the Ancient[/u]~[/b][/center]
[i]No matter. Soon enough, he'll understand my meaning.[/i] Killing off the zombie critter as a measure of covering up her footsteps, Priscilla made her way back toward the vampire shelter. There was nothing more to do outdoors. As she got there, she caught sight of three of the vampires out front. The founder, and two others. A hunt?

Quite frankly, Priscilla wasn't overly concerned about what they were doing. Even if Kuro was right, and times were changing, fledglings were still fledglings. That was something that [i]wouldn't[/i] change. Stepping past the gathering just outside the door, Priscilla stepped inside, shutting the door behind her.
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[center][b]~[u]Hisako Saito[/u]~[/b][/center]
[i]"Are we ready for the hunt?"[/i]

The question was a welcome one in Hisako's ears. "I am, at least. How about you?" she asked, turning to Greyson. Hisako was always ready to sneak under cover of night and snatch away a human or two. Anything to keep her looking young and beautiful. And if that meant chopping some years or decades off a human's lifespan...fine by her.
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[center][b]~[u]Abomination Hybrid Prototype #687 - "Fina"[/u]~[/b][/center]
This way, right? #687 was approaching her destination, right? Her creators made her orders perfectly clear. Be smuggled to Japan by boat, and when she got there, find the vampire sanctuary that was rumored to exist. When fully retracted, her arm was about the length of a normal arm. By adding a special cut-proof glove she'd been given, it was easy to cover up the arm with long sleeves. She'd been ordered to do that too. Keep her arm out of sight, and if anyone saw, kill them without discrimination.

"This is the most important mission an Abomination has ever been entrusted with," her creators had told her. "Don't mess this up." Failure meant the complete loss of Japan for vampires. Success meant a successful takeover, or at the very least, a return to the status quo. The necrotic redhead continued walking in a straight line, following the instructions she'd been given. She'd been walking for three whole days without stopping. She needed food. Flesh. Whenever she arrived, 687 needed to eat.

Then she heard it. Just barely, but it was definitely there. A voice. Male. Either young adult, or vampire. Not Italian. Not Japanese. She couldn't place an accent she'd never heard before, much less from this distance. But either she was closing in on her destination, or she could eat something. So she kept moving, at a slightly increased pace. As typically the case, 687 smelled of blood. Abominations had a tendency to; as convenient as their diets may be, they're not exactly the cleanest of eaters. Faint, but definitely there for vampires to identify.

Getting closer, she saw four people. One male. Probably the owner of the mystery voice. And three women...one clad in black armor, stepping inside the small building the other three were in front of. Was this the place? Easy way to find out. "Is here...safe?"

It was a simple-enough question. But for the trio before her, there would probably be one problem. The question was in pure, perfect, heavily-accented Italian. Language barriers were [i]not[/i] obstacles 687 was trained to overcome.