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[Color=gold][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[Color=gold][b]Location:[/b][/color]Alexander's Private Chambers, New Paeonia
[Color=gold][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Maeve  [@Tae], Noah [@Helo], Adrian [@role model]

After his brief phone call with Vivian, Alexander took a seat on one of his sofas and continued to enjoy his beverage. He had plenty of time before noon reared its head, so he would fill that time with…

[Color=gold]"Ah."[/color] Alexander smiled as he caught a small wooden box that had come flying towards him. [Color=gold]"And what could this be? Witchcraft for sure."[/color] He inspected the box in his hand before setting it down on the arm of his sofa. [Color=gold][i]It can wait.[/i][/color] 

Alexander lounged for a few minutes until he finished his drink in the silence and solitude of his private domain. It was not until this moment that he decided to pay the box attention again. [Color=gold][i]Blood… and Maeve?[/i][/color] His curiosity peaked, causing him to open the small box revealing the eyeball inside. Before he could raise an eyebrow, the eyes projected the still image of Maeve sadistically grinning. He patiently stared at the image, almost admiring her looks as well as her expression. 

[Color=gold]"Empathy…"[/color] He whispered before taking a hold of the paper inside the box. A note from the woman herself. [Color=gold]"Empathy indeed."[/color] Alexander set the paper back in its box and watched as the projected image of Maeve vanished. [Color=gold][i]Red hair, green iris… and one of the few vampires that would get into trouble like this. Mr. Beaumont…[/i][/color] Adrian Schulz had also sent him a text message regarding Noah going on a killing spree, which only solidified Alexander's assumption. He sighed in disappointment. Noah's lack of self-control was expected, but Maeve's lack of respect was a tragedy to him. 

[Color=gold]"If this is your declaration of war… I say no. I refuse to recognize an eye of a young vandal and a written [i]complaint[/i] as a declaration of war… How about I return something more fitting instead, [i]Ms. Brannigan[/i].[/color]