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									[h2]Zeiss Calavan[/h2][/center]
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Zeiss giggled at the vampire's notion that she would stop him from rambling; of course she'd like to get as much information as possible. She looked around to get a bearing on where they were within the Rebel Sector; it seems as though they crossed a few blocks to find themselves closer to the Lycan border than she liked. The buildings here were simple apartment buildings made of worn concrete and brick while convenience stores and small shops that sold an assortment of food lined the sidewalks, still operating as the night was still young and sundown had just happened a few hours ago. People were out and about, chittering about the latest news about the warlocks that had intercepted whatever it was at the border; apparently, they were killed and eviscerated. She could sense the stream of magic that flowed from the warded barrier in order to keep the rebels safe, though in war these things usually break like tissue paper just from the amount of force that was pushed on them. It was at least dented in as noted by the disturbance of mana a little to their northwest.

[color=FFE4B5][i]Maybe I'll have to work on the inscriptions for those as well, though I should probably just leave it up to the people actually trying to finish this war. I'll definitely have to tell the Runic Department when I get back to my office, but hopefully they don't plan on me bearing the responsibility for it just because I gave them the info[/i][/color], she thought.

Outside the center of the city she was no longer safe, she understood, but if she stayed here too long then she might want to see what was happening purely out of curiosity. Maybe it was about time to head home. She looked at her companion and eyed him as if to try and sear his visage into her memory; the wirey man had definitely been a good amount of entertainment this evening. He almost looked as if he was drawn like a cartoon with how expressive his eyebrows were as he talked about himself in detail. He was bold, and a little cute with how she felt like he was dancing to her tune; always nice to be in that position of power. He wasn't really her type, a little too lanky, but he was a good man by being a nice change of pace for the great Zeiss Calavan. She took the cigarette he offered and with a quick scratching of the 'Ansiz" rune on the tip the smoke alighted. 

[color=FF7F50]"I'm sorry, chronicler; your stories were too enrapturing and I felt I got lost in its rhythm as well. It actually gave me quite a few things to think about, maybe you'll let me try them out on you."[/color] She walked up to him while taking out a small piece of thin paper.[color=FF7F50] "I had a good time tonight because of you; here I thought that vampires weren't so keen on witches like me. You are a fascinating man, but I must cut our time together short; if I'm not working during the day, my employers always want me to get it done in the night. I don't want to leave you empty handed for what you've done for me, so have a little reward."[/color]

Gracefully, she pulled the cigarette out, putting the piece of inscribed paper on her lips and leaned in to kiss him through it. The paper was thin enough they it might well not have existed, and she felt the man's thin lips on her full ones. Two fingers kept the paper in place as her left held rested gently on the back of the man's neck, feeling through his straw-like hair as she made sure the cigarette didn't fall out of her fingers. It was five seconds before she broke their kiss and pulled the paper away from her mouth, it alighting with a sigil and hardening into what appeared to be a business card. Zeiss smiled at it before presenting it to him, the bold font on the top of the card stating her self-proclaimed title: 'The Witch of Isa'.

[color=FF7F50]"I don't do home visits, a little too risque for me after one little outing. If you'd like to see me again, come to the address on the card, give this to the front desk, and ask for an 'Abigail Aesir'. They will teleport you to the front door of my workshop."[/color]

A pseudoname, an alias; something she had been using while within the Rebel Sector as to alleviate the little witch hunt that almost followed her from her former home in the Magic Sector. There was no need for them to know who she was right now; she'll announce to the world once she showcased her magic for all to see. For now, she is distrustful of others with her personal life, but only time will tell if that notion remains a fact. She slipped the card into the vampire's coat pocket before giving him another peck on the cheek.

[color=FF7F50]"If a young girl opens the door for you, don't worry; it's just my assistant. Could be more if you'd like. I'd love to see you again, my dear chronicler; I'll be waiting for you."[/color] She put the cigarette back into her mouth, turned, and faded into a group of people as the crowd grew around the man she allowed into her refuge.