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[color=a36209]"Why am I not surprised? Couldn't have been a normal looking place could it?"[/color] Ross mumbled to himself as her arrived at the gate of 1313 Faust Dr. It was an impressive place to be sure, but a little over the top for Ross' tastes. He shook his head as he walked towards the front door. [color=a36209][i]Bet there is a fucking butler too.[/i][/color] Ross thought as he knocked on the door.

Ross couldn't help but laugh as he guessed it right. A butler actually opened the door and greeted him. It took Ross a moment to compose himself before following the butler into the mansion. Ross looked around examining as much of the place as he could, so far he wasn't sure what kind of person had summoned him here, but they had lots of money. [color=a36209][i]Wonder how pretentious the owner of this place is?[/i][/color] he thought as he walked into the parlor room.

Seemed he wasn't the only one who was called here, an interesting development. He gave a nod to the others, he didn't give out his name to anyone but did respond to greetings. He wasn't about to spill his name to people he's just met, especially because the one who got them all here was able to track down Ross and leave a note in his drink. And who know what kind of things these others they'd invited were capable of.

More people filed in, quickly forming a motley crew. The only ones to really catch his eye were the kid and Scarface. They had obviously seen some shit. Ross wasn't going to be able to let his guard down around this lot, they no doubt knew magic, but the real question was. How many of them had made pacts?

As the minutes dragged on Ross could feel himself getting impatient. Luckily the hostess finally showed herself, at midnight of coarse, there is no more edgy time then the stroke of midnight. Lady Eve was her name, looked like a princess. But Ross had knew there was a lot more to this woman then what she was displaying. She made him uneasy, that in itself was an achievement. But she might not be the real person running the show, there could be someone else pulling her strings, only time would tell. For now Ross just wanted to know why the heck they were here, it was a popular question he felt. Ross went to ask it but was beaten to it, so Ross sipped his scotch and awaited the answer to the million dollar question.