[color=gray]Drake could hardly control his seething rage; physically, he was shaking with growing fury, and her words did very little to quell his ire. He wanted to lash out and attack her, the same way gangrels lash out at each other, but the sword at her hip worked like a beast tamer's whip. He knew better, and the apathy in her eyes practically dared him to. To keep himself from losing control, he gripped the wall and clawed into it, leaving deep gashes in the wall, and he grumbled to himself.[/color]

[color=gray]The plan itself was fine enough for him; Drake was never much for planning or elegant, precise executions. The simplicity of the tactics involved helped ease his mind. Even if this was a death trap and a fool's errand, if he survived, nothing said he did not follow orders. Even if he did so begrudgingly and cursed Ezra's name to the bitter end. He did find a glaring flaw with her plan. Before he could chastise her further, though, the twitchy nerd spoke up and blurted out a barrage of questions. It seemed the 'shit simple' aspects of the plan did not sit well with him. Drake had nearly forgotten about the meek little fledgling; he had been so quiet and complacent, it made Drake want to shout even more. Surely he wasn't the only one outraged by being drafted into a suicide mission that ultimately held very little sway on his life. [/color]

[center][color=olive]"He's got the right idea"[/color][/center] 

[color=gray]Drake finally audibly relented, forcing the claws to retract, which he did with a shiver. Even if it was a natural ability of his now, it never felt quiet 'natural'. He returned to the group reluctantly, but the anger quickly started to trickle back into his voice.[/color]

[center][color=olive]"If we want any chance at doing this, we need all the information you can give us. Entrances, guards, all that"[/color][/center]

[color=gray]He said with a sneer. It looked like it physically pained him to comply. Quickly, the indignation in his voice returned to a steady climb into angry, bordering on shouting.[/color]

[center][color=olive]"And more importantly, how are we going to start a fire. In case you forgot, we're vamps! Fire isn't our friend,"[/color][/center]

[color=gray]He added with growing rage.[/color]
[center][color=olive]"I'm half starved and pissed as is, add a raging fire, and I am bound to break a couple of masquerade rules. Are you prepared for the clean-up?"[/color][/center]