Grimm

"If you wish, it would help but is not necessary," Grimm said distantly, looking back up only momentarily before diving back into his work, the base figure of the drawing sloqly but surely becoming more detail with every stroke of the pencil. Grimm was depicting Marci in an elegant strapless ball gown, with her hair loosely reaching her shoulders and interweaved with ice-like crystals, her eyes looking over the top of a chinese fan in her hand with an amused, yet alluring stare, her mouth being completely hidden from view. Something that was also hidden, though not as well, were two crystaline knives she held deftly in her free hand, as if she were about to throw them straight into the heart of the viewer. 

Another facet of the drawing was the background, where she was the center of attention amidst an ballroom full of people, though they were nothing but stick figures at this point, with a jester in the background seeming to drunkenly assail a lady of the court. Said lady was anything but a damsel in distress, however, as she seemed about ready to kick him in his face. The fact that they looked like the pantsless fool and his unfortunate foul-mouthed target. He should be helping her, but he was busy now and he was sure the girl could handle him, he was actually more worried for the boy to be honest. 

"If you like, you can look through my other work while you wait," He took a moment to pull out his other two sketchbooks. One was the Graceful Dead, and held a lot of pictures based around the beauty of death, the afterlife, and the undead, showing many scenes like that of a graveyard in the moonlight or a beautiful ghost wiman singing to an empty ocean. Their were also a fair amoint of nude pictures in there as well, most being of women, but their were a few men in their as well, and all had an ethereal look to them to symbolize that they had passed on. In the other book, labeled the Hungering Dead, it showed the opposite side of the spectrum, revealing the horror of death, the domain of the underworld, and the undead monsters that resided within it. It showed rathe gruesome images of Vampires savagely feeding on a bear, a wraith woman following a little boy with a malicious gleam in her eye, and even that of a fetid corpse crawling out of a grave with rotying flesh sliding of him in great liquidy chunks and his eyes burning an intense shade of drak red, calling out to join him in damnation. "I should be done in with a few more minutes or so."
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Xavier

Xavier laughed along with the two, feeling a little less embarrassed at the moment, though he made sure to keep eye contact with Katya whenever possible, still not trusting his mind at the moment not to throw that image back into his face. Accepting the girl's help, he couldn't help but a small glance, quick and hopefully inconspicuous. "No need to apologize, it was my fault anyway. I'm just glad to meet new people, it's the one thing I've never gotten tired of about constant moving. Also, I was wondering if either of yiu would mind coming by my father's place on campus, we've got a little family thing there that I think will be more fun with more people." Xavier smiled at the thought of it, sure that drinjing with friends would ge a great chance to bond. 

"And Katja, you can ask me any question you like, though I'd prefer you continue to speak in Russian, so as to avoid more eavesdropping. Before you ask, yes I know you know the same way I know about Katya being. . .[sub]you know[/sub], um, . . moving on, I have the ability to know stuff I shouldn'tand I know what you want to ask because of it. So ask away, as I also want Katya to know this to, since we're going to be friends. . .. A question, Is that a popular name in Russia?"

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Revan

"One, I've never raoed anyone, my power just makes me even more irresistible than I already am, Two, I'm not a wizard of any sort, byt a primordial demon god that has been alive since before the universe was even a thought, and Three, I already know exactly who and what you are," Revan was getting really tired of this girl's mouth, her voice was dowb right irritating when angry, and he apparently couldn't use his usual methods to make her shut up, so the only added to his frustrations. "You're a talkitive little bitch who can't do anything but bark like a fucking lap-dog. You want me to get my foot off you, then do it your damn self. And you better get use to this face, ya little sailor mouthed, rageaholic, cunt, because I'm the fuckin' law around here and I ain't going anywnere for a long while." Revan dug his heel into her head, his frusteation slowly startung yo become anger. If he didn't get her to submit soon, he might end up breaking something, and that something may or may not be her.

"You got anything else you want to say, ya damn hellion."

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