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[color=998849]Special Note: That Haze will remain until further notice, so make sure to keep to it. ^_^[/color]

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Gretna Green (Church):[/i][/b][/color] Elizaveta took a deep breath, it was over, finally. Or at least it appeared to be over for now. For all she knew something else was going to happen or present itself in this haze. Slow long breaths left her lips as she sat there. Her eyes going over towards some of them as they suggested that what they had fought had been Ludwig, she wanted to talk but as she tried, her throat was dry and her mouth parched. It was William that came over and offered her something to deal with that. Taking it, there was a grateful look on her features but the actual gratitude in words didn't comes until after she had taken several long drinks. Lowering the flask she nodded, [color=a187be]"Dank you, very much,"[/color] she was finally able to get out. 

	Seemed Ny was finding the situation fascinating. "No, was not dear Ludwig. He was already dead, gone. This beast simply got pulled on top of his corpse during the battle," he said. He was sure most of these people were in the church when Veta had performed her ceremony on Ludwig. Though he could understand the confusion. "At least, I don't think it was." He could be wrong.

	[color=a187be]"No, vas not Ludvig,"[/color] Veta managed to get out slowly after taking another drink of water.

	Millicent looked skeptical. [color=0072bc]"How do you know?"[/color] she asked as she slowly stepped back and took a seat. Her hand rubbing her throat lightly. 

	[color=a187be]"Could feel souls. His was pure, that...thing vas not,"[/color] Veta stated as she gradually leaned back against the wall and let out a tired breath. [color=a187be]"Agree, still hazey, I doubt is over yet."[/color]

	Ny walked up towards altar and looked around slowly. "This is new, so interesting, sad but interesting," he said as he kept writing. His head going left and right and then right and left. Writing, drawing, flipping through book. "Nothing like it before." Write, flip, turn, stop, look around. "Wasn't there a small animal?" he asked before shrugging. Perhaps he was thinking about something else. Constantine seemed to be vigilant right then but nothing seemed to be sticking out as any more off than it already was, but where was Dieter? The ferret, not the brother.