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[center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Almack’s
[b][color=556B2F]Mood Music:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2oPoTNt2Hw]"Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch[/url]
[color=556B2F]“And that's why they call me bad company. I can't deny. Bad bad company till the day I die.”[/color] 
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	As the words regarding the Lady Crypt's friends left his lips, he watched the emotions play out on the woman's pale face. His tilted to the side the slightest bit as he watched her, his intense dark brown eyes meeting her icy blue-grey ones. He saw the anger that his news brought her. [I]Anger[/I]. That was the emotion he more expected to see on her face, on the face of a Crypt. Not the emotional pain that he had seen on her features earlier. 

	[I]But why was he so intrigued with her?[/I] he thought to himself as his eyes scanned her bony form up and down, as if he could find the answer there. Maybe it wasn't that simple. Maybe it was something deeper. Perhaps it was that he just did not expect to see a glimpse of humanity on the face of a dark criminal like him. After all, it was a feat that he could not profess to have accomplished himself. He had been taught to filter out emotions like sadness, and joy even, as it would cloud his judgment and act as dead weight. Or so he was told. Thus bitterness and anger was all he really knew and all he exuded. 

	His gaze returned to Mary as she spoke in that annoyingly calm and somewhat patronizing voice. [color=556B2F]“Probably for your own good,"[/color] he muttered in response to her comment that she did not know about his family before his attention returned to the Lady Crypt. However, Mary's next words made his head snap back over to her, his eyes narrowing. [I]Apologize?[/I] He cannot recall apologizing for much of anything, but perhaps that was one of the many problems he needed to resolve in his life. His jaw clenched at the notion as he crossed his muscular arms over his chest. His gaze went back to the Lady Crypt as she spoke up again, with coldness in her voice that was clearly directed at him. He arched a brow in response before letting out a small resigned sigh. [color=556B2F]“Sorry,"[/color] he stated as nice as he could manage in the moment, which really wasn't very nice at all. He then turned away from them and started to walk off.

	[I]Meanwhile,[/I] Thalcona's brows furrowed as Vladimir stared into her eyes, using the trained gift of Chteniye Dushi to read what he could about her. She was honestly skeptical about the purpose or validity of such a gift, but oh well, whatever. When he finally did speak though, she was shocked to find how much the words hit home. Her eyes widened slightly and her breath came in a bit sharply. For the most part, she hid her surprise and uneasiness well. It wasn't lost on her that her twin brother Thalken had doubts and regrets about the dark lifestyle that they had both been brought up into. With that in mind, the man's words meant more to her than he would know. She absentmindedly nodded her head in response, not quite listening to the rest of what he said. "I need to go find my brother," she stated simply before walking off without another word in typical Talink fashion.
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[center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Almack’s
[color=DC143C]“It’s our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”[/color] 
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	"I-Is that a tiger?" Leon stuttered, looking over at his older brother Fyror with wide eyes. Fyror nodded stiffly in response, though his similarly wide eyes did not dare leave the full grown tiger that occupied the room. His muscles tensed further as the Myshka yawned, revealing those large canines that could flay a man open with ease. And yet after yawning and stretching its paws out, the predator relaxed back against the Grand Duchess as if it was meant to be there after all.

	Leon looked at the others in the room dumbfounded. [I]Was no one else seeing this?[/I] he thought to himself. Fyror on the other hand did not dare pull his gaze away from the tiger and his hand still rested on the hilt of his sword. He took a few cautious steps forward, not wanting to provoke the beast into attacking but still wanting to get to Elizaveta. She seemed to be at ease with the tiger curled up against her, but that fact hardly put his protective nature at ease.