Adelisa's eyebrow rose as nearly everyone looked at her in surprise. She almost felt offended, but she hadn't known them long enough to fully show them her intelligence, so she brushed it off. She was very smart and she showed it very often, but no one really cared about what she thought back when she wasn't a vampire. She was a girl after all and no one cared about a girl's opinion. Especially if that girl had part gypsy running through her veins. She looked over at Trixi and noticed her looking a bit pale (paler than usual) and her concern rose through the roof. 

Adelisa wanted to say something to her, but would Trixi want Adelisa to talk too? They weren't friends nor were they even civil, but Adelisa wanted too. Not for the sake of the clan, but for the sake of Adelisa wanting to help people. She wanted to be motherly toward everyone, even the stubborn Executioner. She was always very nurturing and would have made a great mother. That is, if she could have them. She shook her head and emptied those horrid thoughts. That was the past. Adelisa looked at Trixi as if to say 'are you okay?'
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Theo chuckled as they made their was onto the public transportation. He said "I just have to give them a look. No silly tricks like sweet words or body movement. Just a look that sways them to me. I could say anything to them and they'd still be hypnotized. I don't even have that ability and I still do it." He looked around the bus and smirked when he saw a group of young women glancing at the two men. He turned his attention back to Jareth and said "and it doesn't hurt that I look like a dangerously sexy man." 

He stumbled a bit when the bus moved but he caught himself. This was very strange to him. He wasn't used to this because he was used to walking everywhere. Now there were things like cars and taxis. He even heard one of the former Blod members talk about Goobers? Or was it Umber? Something strange. He looked down at his feet and remembered the good old days. Nothing but blood and violence in real life entertained the masses. Gladiators murdering themselves for a few gold peices was the highlight of everyone's day. It was talked about everyday until the next battle. 

Now it was all "Floppy Bird" this and "Youtune" that. He looked at the people on the bus and sighed. They'd never understand what it was like and would probably not survive the generation he grew up in. Then again, he didn't survive the generation he grew up in if his prediciment was anything to go by.