[center][h3][color=orchid]Lucille Renfield[/color][/h3][/center]

With the Setsuna Temple situation handled, Lucille tracked down her missing shoes and made her way back to her car. The Raijuu boys didn't vandalize it while she was gone, thankfully, as they too seemed to be intent on getting away from the temple. Cernia going into her berserk state probably scared them out of their wits. [color=orchid][i]A year ago I would've been scared too,[/i][/color] Lucille thought as she entered the driver's seat of her car and shut the door. [color=orchid][i]Back when I was a human... Ever since that changed I haven't really been afraid like I was before. I don't fear the things humans fear anymore...[/i][/color] She gripped the steering wheel tightly, crushing it easily in her brief lapse of awareness. Lucille recoiled slightly once she realized what she was doing, releasing the wheel immediately to inspect the damage. The imprints of her hands were pretty easy to see, but nothing a steering wheel cover wouldn't cover. Or just replacing the entire thing would work.

[color=orchid][i]I don't want to ask her that question, I'm worried about the answer I'll get.[/i][/color] With a defeated sigh, she turned the car on and left the parking lot. Her thoughts weren't clouded with the events with Cernia at the Temple but instead with questions about her role in the Chasers. Lucille wasn't a denizen of the Crimson Sky; she wasn't a Youkai. But at the same time she wasn't human either. What was she? Where did she fit in? Humans recognize her as a monster but most Youkai think she is nothing more than a human spirit in the body of a Youkai, incapable of understanding them. Lucille shook these thoughts from her head as she arrived back at the Dangeki. Rather than go right in she waited in the car briefly, suppressing her thoughts to cut down on the urge to ask Aria about her status. Something inside her made her feel that she wouldn't like the answer and would be better off not knowing.

With her emotions in check she stepped out of the car, carrying her purse with her as she approached the cafe. Notably the door was... gone. The vampire woman peered in carefully, finding the door was propped against the inside wall near the doorway. Other than that the place seemed about as normal as always, "normal" being a relative term. [color=orchid]"Oh, Aria!~"[/color] Lucille called as she stepped in, quickly locking onto the older vampire. [color=orchid]"I convinced the kids to go home and stop terrorizing the temple. There was no need for violence at all. Just a bit of motherly intuition."[/color] Ending it with a wink she had properly reported her mission as complete. Rather quickly too. Lucille was the first one back, even. But there were different Chasers who hadn't taken a job that were here.

There was Alice, a Japanese girl that was rather obsessed with England. Having lived in England for a few decades herself, Lucille didn't find it particularly amazing but at least it was a refreshing change to see someone with an obsession that wasn't with cartoons or video games or whatever other strange things Japan had. It was still weird to Lucille, but somehow less weird. Then there was Ryou, who was quite the arrogant upstart. His antics were amusing to Lucille and he never seemed to intentionally disrespect anyone in his self-centered monologues. He would definitely grow out of that eventually. Alexander was a strange case, a human who was exceptionally strong. He wasn't at someone like Lucille or Aria's level, but that's because he's only human. If Lucille were to make him a vampire who knows how scary strong he might become. Not like Lucille would give him that power with his brutish attitude. And then there was Isotta, someone who worried Lucille. As a vampire she felt wary around the girl. Her holy attributes were like warning lights. She could even feel the presence of holy water whenever she was around Isotta, which was something that could definitely hurt a vampire. Not like the girl would attack her, but it always paid off to pay attention to something or someone that could put you in a bind.

With the new rotation of Chasers in the cafe, Lucille sat back down at the bar and once again set her purse on the counter. She was about to order a drink before realizing that she was feeling a bit thirsty. Not the "wine" kind of thirsty. The survival kind of thirsty, the "blood" kind of thirsty. [color=orchid][i]Oh yeah, it's been a few days since the last one,[/i][/color] Lucille realized, bringing a hand to her chin. [color=orchid][i]I should go out before I go home and take care of that... But where should I go to get blood this time?[/i][/color] She began letting out an audible hum as she thought to herself. [color=orchid]"Hmm..."[/color] To others it would appear she was simply caught up thinking about what she would order to drink, but the truth was much more grim than that.