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Yes, the powers of instantaneous travel, to slip in and out of continents by simply vanishing into the waterways. Seas, lakes, mall fountains, a vessel which held water was a portal to Bedivere. While in the days of yore, he would have used a horse, a stalwart steed, they no longer could keep up with the technological advances of the eras. Carriages overtook horses, which gave way the ironclds and then the automobiles came in droves, flanked on either side by motorcycle. Finally flight was obtained and the skies were no longer safe for the birds as metal flew to touch the realm of the old Gods. What was left but the stars themselves to which man has gaze upon in wanting? These colonists after all did step upon the lunar surface, something which Bedivere had barely believed possible for a vampire as old as he was still a man of wonder and magic. But they preferred science over magic, to explain everything, down to the very fundamental laws of the universe. Yet they seemed to defy the most obvious of them all, that the strong shall dominate the weak, but still these fleshbags think they have right to rule.

With narry a brow raised, the elder vampire greeted Adam not with such curtsies or bow, but simply with a look crossed between disdain and bothered. "Quell the formalities O'Neal, you had failed to answer my summons per the last council. And now you have the gall to request an audience with your senior? While I will overlook your obvious mockery of the order, at least sit before me and dispel whatever false pleasantries you thought would charm me for I shall tell you some advice to be branded into your forehead whilst you engage in our te-a-te a pretty face is about as useful as the fresh-cut flowers set in the atrium yonder. Pretty to look at, but fruitless and will wither in a week's time."

And with that, Bedivere took the tea offered to him by the passing hotel attendant without turning his sunglass'd stare from Adam. "What business do you have to discuss? We have until I finish my tea, or if the proposal is worth my notice, until it goes cold." Polite, but impolite at the same time. Polite because he had yet to rip Adam's throat out, despite the seeping darkness falling like cascading fog to the floor beneath Bedivere, which if Adam tried anything would most likely remind the boy that even in this well lit hotel, the vampires can learn to fear the dark. And impolite because he was rather blunt about calling Adam the prodigal son.