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[color=cc3300]"Of course you can come along, James."[/color] Evren replied politely. He took Aava's hand and gently lead his friends down the next street over. This was another cobblestone road with like sidewalks, and a few cars parked at meters. The historic red-brick buildings had lost some of their sheen in the decades and centuries since their construction, but still had a sturdiness that lent some aura of strength to those who came and went from the businesses. Small ethnic groceries and cafes dotted the way, along with a book store, an electronics repair shop, and a used clothing resale. Down the road was a nice looking apartment building and a park.
Evren gave Aava's hand a light squeeze to get her attention. [color=cc3300]"(Remember, we are [i]not[/i] hunting. The mortals outnumber us, we must be careful.)"[/color] He paused a moment, [color=cc3300]"(Are you alright?)"[/color][hr][color=silver][i]need anything? i'm nearby[/i][/color]
Beck pursed her lips; that sounded a little creepy. But maybe she was overthinking it.
[color=silver][i]at the gas station. going back to boston for a few days, this town bites lol[/i][/color]
Flawless recovery. She tossed her phone onto the passengers seat and drove out of the gas station parking lot and down the road. She had a few things to get from the grocery store on the next block. She stopped at a stop sign next to the bar where she'd last seen Vanessa, and taking a lazy glance out her window, she was more than surprised to see Hayato disappear into the building beside it. What the hell was he up to? She backed up to parallel park and took her phone again as she got out of the car, cautiously trailing the werewolf.[hr][@KiwiTime]
Lucian peered out of his window. He'd only just finished cleaning up the mess Evren and Aava had left in his apartment. The conspicuous trail of dirt and water that lead down his fir escape didn't make for a very easy conversation with the policemen who came to pick up the body. He'd been about half honest; some vampires came to him looking for help, but left in a hurry before he could ask what was the matter, and he'd never seen the body but had heard some shouting just after he must have died. He lived above a bar, of course he didn't think anything of a little yelling match.
[color=crimson][i]Two murders last night, a werewolf and a Holy Guard. Stay out of trouble, they like to frame whelps for this kind of thing.[/i][/color] he sent a text to Savannah, a new blood he knew in town. Whelps, new bloods, it was all the same; they could be meddlesome, especially famous ones. Besides meddlesome they made very good scapegoats when an Orlok was too slick to be caught.