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A minute or so before the meeting took place the next day, Crash decided to finally make his way to the inn. Having opted out of the meeting the night before, it was safe to say he wasn't entirely sure what he was going to be met with as he opened the door to the inn. With his backpack on his shoulder and wearing more acceptable clothing that consisted of a pair of old jeans and a white shirt beneath an open crimson button up...the type of plain clothes he always wore rather than the strange get up he had been in the day before. Of course his bandana was still resting around his neck, it had become a trademark of his over the years. 

As the shapeshifter entered the inn his eyes or rather eye instinctively inspected the ceiling before dropping to see who else was in the room, seeing as he didn't immediately recognise anyone he moved further in, just about catching what Vikki was saying to the others that had assembled around her. He was slightly disappointed when he didn't recognise anyone, not that it quelled his excitement in the least, just because they weren't in the room didn't mean they weren't here...until he asked Maria, Criston or even Vicki who was here, he was clinging to the hope that everyone he knew was either here or at least safe. 

The shapeshifter moved close enough to see the map over the top of the people that had gathered around it. He tried to focus on what Vicki was saying, aided by the mention of a certain skylark he was barely able to suppress the urge to interrupt the imposing woman with the torrent of questions that rushed to the front of his mind...none of which had anything to do with elemental swords...unfortunately. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he waited for Vicki to finish speaking once she did he was at a loss of what to do. Seeing as another red haired guy had started talking to Vicki and a blue haired woman seemed intent on talking to the pair of them as well, he couldn't bring himself to muscle in and ask after Carmen.

[color=red] "Brako's in Xiuhcoatl...I feel like I'm missing a piece of the puzzle..."[/color] He murmured to himself, lifting a hand to adjust the bandana around his neck, he was clearly unsure whether going with them was a good idea...him and pointy objects were a terrible mix as were him and security systems. [color=red]"I mean how can a bunch of swords help against Marcus anyway..."[/color] He mumbled, leaning back on the bar without looking his elbow bumped into a glass sending it skittering across the top of the bar. 

[color=red]"Eeek!"[/color] Crash squeaked, practically throwing himself over the bar as he chased after the spinning glass, exhaling in relief as he managing to wrap his fingers around it before it could shoot over the edge. [color=red]"Phew, disaster averted..."[/color] He grinned to himself, reversing back over the bar and placing the glass down in front of the bar man with an apologetic smile. 

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[i]'There is a wolf in me . . . 

fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . 

a red tongue for raw meat . . . 

and the hot lapping of blood—

I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go' 

('The Wilderness' by Carl Sandberg)  [/i]

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[color=skyblue][i]'I don't understand you...are you even aware of what you're telling me? Eurgh...I'm surrounded by Neanderthals...'[/i][/color] The werewolf kept her thoughts hidden away from the people surrounding her as she tried to read their body language. She had been in the inn for quite a while already having rented a room the night before, though in fairness she'd spent the night outside on the roof, soaking in the moonlight. The journey to Oasari had taken longer than she had expected, she'd arrived rather late the night before and completely missed the first meeting.

Rain's oceanic blue eyes studied the other people in the room, she'd watched plenty of people come and go, each one as confusing as the next. She ran her finger around the rim of her glass trying not to breath through her nose, it was sensitive and the aroma of the inn was...distasteful to say the least and fairly confusing. She almost wished her empathic companion had accompanied her to Oasari, his ability to detect emotional scents would have been useful. [color=skyblue][i]'Instead its just me...clutching at straws...and talking to myself. First sign of madness Rain...'[/i][/color] She'd clocked the vampire a little while ago, though felt little need to interact with him, he had clearly been waiting for the same thing she had. 

Taking a swig from her glass, Rain perked up as a rather imposing woman entered the inn, though she didn't leave her seat straight away and join the group as Vicki begun her speech. She listened from a distance and simply...watched. Catching the subtle signs the vampire displayed as he ordered himself another drink [color=skyblue][i]'laced with something perhaps? I can't smell blood...'[/i][/color] this kind of thing occupied her thoughts as she watched the others of the group.

Without moving from her seat at the bar the werewolf decided to join the meeting, hearing the red haired vampire speak to Vicki she piped up [color=lightseagreen]"Why decide that now? No point fighting over something you do not possess"[/color] She interjected, turning to look at Axel and Vicki she slid out of her chair and approached the pair, carefully skirting around the group. [color=lightseagreen]"At least not yet"[/color] She lifted an eyebrow at the pair of them, though she didn't introduce herself to them. [color=lightseagreen]"If you'll excuse the intrusion, I have a question as well. What is the plan should we come across Marcus's forces and when do we leave?"[/color] The werewolf's body language wasn't exactly threatening but there wasn't an ounce of submission or respect there.