[center][h1][color=B9C66E]Mona Windrider[/color][/h1]
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[i][color=B9C66E]Location:[/color] Room 847 - the Ramblings
[color=B9C66E]Skills:[/color][/i][/center]
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She winced as the girl screamed for everyone to just shut it.  She hadn't thought they had been all that loud, but being a creature of the night could change a person in many ways.  Mona wasn't the most familiar with all of the things a vampire could do, but she was damn certain the girl was one.  Her eyes followed Sylvi as she crossed the room to lay down on the bed and the young man soon followed.

Cocking her head slightly she looked from Sylvi to Tate to Myth and back.  She was thinking, the odd little cogs in her head whirring and ticking on the theoretical applications she could use a stone to help a vampire's blood lust.  Her face took on a blank, distant expression as she thought.  She stayed in silent stillness for at least two minutes while things happened about her.

At last, when she popped back into reality she said, without regard to what might be going on otherwise, [color=B9C66E]"I t'ink I could poss'bly make an ar'teh'ficial sor o' blood.  Echantin' a wee stone or po'shun.  Yeh knu.  May tek sum time teh fig'yur oot."[/color]  Her voice was rushed which only worsened her accent.  Her cheeks flushed with the excitement of possibility.