Axe still stood by the door waiting on Thirteen. He knew women took forever but this was pushing it. He was starving and had to eat. It was too early to kill her off since there were too many things left unanswered. Since he had not received a response from the bedroom he decided just to leave. "I'll be down there whenever you decide to show up", he called to her in an irritated growl.

Axe sauntered down to the bar and stopped a few paces away. He checked his boot to make sure his knife was strapped on and felt around to make sure all of his little stuff was still in his pocket and hadn't fallen out. Satisfied he ducked down and walked in. He paused long enough to take in the crowd that had already begun to form inside. No matter what was going on outside, it seemed to Axe that you couldn't keep people from their drink. Some of the patrons were already a bit loaded and others it appeared had just started. He took a seat at a table and moved it so that his back would be to the wall. A small little man dressed in an apron came to the table and asked him what he would like. Well this is certainly much better than yesterday Axe thought. He wondered what Thirteen could have done to not get any service at all. He ordered his eggs, toast and orange juice and sat quietly at the table. He wished he would have brought his Kryptican to read but occupied himself people watching.

'Jace?' she questioned bemusedly as her focus turned to the bottle that had been slid before her, remaining unopened. 'What a shotty fucking bar,' she muttered, callously directing a glare at the bartended. She snatched the bottle up, wielding it much like a small dagger, ramming its neck against the edge of the bar. There was a light shower of glass fragments that slide down her slick capris and onto the floor, the larger portion of the shattered glass shooting over her shoulder and landing with a loud thunk on the ground. She shrugged aloofly, pressing her lips to the edge before the light hiss of escaping carbonation to flee into the air. The bubbly tingle of the light golden liquid stung her taste buds briefly, reminding her much of copper. She returned the beer to the bar, the faintest trace of her stark turquoise lipstick shimmering off the jagged rim, she releasing a delighted sigh signalling a turn in her mood.

'And, what is it you do for a living, Jace?'

She blinked a couple times, thinking it to be the most absurd question, but, she'd heard so many people ask it in light conversation, so she assumed it fit in. It didn't mean it didn't sound awkward.

He was swallowing more. After the first taste his tongue kinda would lose feeling and it was more like drinking water from this point on. A bit of a mind over matter thing. Though that break right next to him was just a smidge dangerous to his mind. He dodged a stray one coming for his eyeball.

"Nice shot."

He drank a little more as she asked the question to him he leaned back in his chair,

"Well I am a soap salesman and a bank representative. And I dabble in other dangerous things as well."

He sipped a bit more and realized it was empty...maybe this would be easier than he thought.

Axe looked on while people drank and chattered about nothing and everything. He was relieved when his breakfast finally arrived and started to settle in to eat. He had taken two bites of his eggs and had a large chunk of bread in his mouth when the sound of breaking glass caught his attention. He looked up from his meal to find a piece of glass was now resting peacefully in his eggs and saw a woman drinking out of the source.

"Fucking bitch", he muttered through the mouthful of bread. He swilled some of his orange juice and just stared down at the glass and occasionally looked up at the woman. He decided she could keep her glass and flicked it and a few crumbles of eggs across the room to land just shy of her left boot.

"I didn't order glass with my eggs. You can keep that."

(could you guys atleast wait up for me T,T)

((Sorry XB it was just, when an RP slows down it begins to die I guess. So in desperation I think it just sped up a little. You can still make it back if you just take your time on another post.))

((Sorry about that. Yea, RPs tend to die a lot here, especially when they start getting really good. :( ))

Kuro growled after axe had left he didnt have any patience that man she pondered before pulling on her cloak and walking outside. "Heh...Damn him...thinking he can just walk into my house bastard.." She mumbled to herself she was not a morning person and that fact was for sure she just let out a small sigh and told herself to let it go.


She walked into the bar seeing a new person a stranger to what she had seen or met and sat herself down away from axe crossing her legs. if he cared to speak with her then he would have to come over to her because she wasnt one to be tempered with.

'I wasn't really aiming,' Ryv admitted, turning her head to face the large mirror behind the bar. She couldn't help but casually survey what went on behind her, her profile facing Jason as she once again tilted the bottle to her lips. She watched as a man began nit-picking at his eggs, her brow raising curiously as her temple began quirking noticeably, and quite irritably, as she focused upon his words, rather than Jason's response. She was going to let the bitch comment slide, however, when he flung the glass back at her, nearly knocking her boots, she bit down upon her lip, attempting to stifle her temper. But, he wouldn't shut up! He was obviously quite proficient at provoking people, especially some one as excitable as Ryv.

'Do you want to make fucking something of it, you blasted ass of a man?' she snarled loudly, slamming her palm against the bar as she ferociously pivoted in her seat, layering a lucid glare upon the alien. If it was a fight he wanted, he was sure as hell going to get one from her.

He tapped for another drink and watched the product begin to move around itself. This was gonna be nice if things were as cool as he thought they would be. the drink came up and he popped the top and watching,

"It's like that rock show all over again. I am getting drunk and a fight is about to break out that is gonna look stellar. What a cool look."

He took a swig and swung it in the air just deciding to egg her on,

"Kick his ass!"

Axe stood up, half of a piece of toast hanging out of his mouth. He casually tore the bread and chewed the piece inside his mouth as he watched Thirteen walk in and sit down. She was very obviously pissed off. He would make nice with her later. "Well... if it isn't Princess "I take all fucking morning to get dressed" Thirteen", he sneered as he chewed; bits of bread flying out of his mouth. "Nice to see you finally made it."

He turned his attention to the very pissed off woman at the bar and smirked. He thought it was cute how the vein in her head throbbed and got all puffy. He slowly and deliberately reached for his glass of orange juice and washed down the bread. He would make her wait just a bit longer for his oh so witty retort. Maybe her head would explode in the process and shower her friend with blood and brains. Axe started to chuckle at first and then out and out laughed at the thought.

He casually took a few steps forward and grabbed the drink her friend was waving around and took a healthy swig. He stood, looking at her and sizing her up. "I was merely returning the glass that you oh so kindly offered me. Seeing as how I didn't order it, I thought I'd send it back." He took another drink and shifted his weight to one leg, crossing his arms in front of him and eying her with a smarmy grin. "You know, you sure are pretty with your eyes all bugged out like that. I bet you get all the men with that look of yours. Such a lovely lady like yourself and all..." The other patrons began to back up and some went running off. He noticed others taking bets and wondered what the odds were. "As you can see I'm unarmed and it would be a terrible shame if you were to hit me with that little pipe of yours", he snarled and stated as condescending as he could.

He switched the drink to his other hand and reached in to his pocket and popped the top off of the vial with the blue goo inside, dipping a finger in just enough to get a tiny bit on his fingertips and carefully closed it again. He could kill her. That much he knew and he figured that this was the thief Ryv that he had come to find. He wanted to have fun with her first and he needed to know about this council. He withdrew his hand from his pocket and rolled the blue substance between his fingertips like a rubber cement ball.

He sidestepped back to the table where Thirteen sat and spilled some of the booze on the table. "If I were you", he leaned in and whispered to her, "I would starting running..."

Okay the files had said an Alien but up until now he was still ignoring the possibility that his comrade might just be one. But the way he handled that goo...he had felt that before. That goo had to have some issues in its stability if he was making it like that. Something in it was definitely not right. Curses on a thousand he was the one who blew shit up around here! He decided it best to whisper up to her ear his best idea of what was about to happen,

"Two things friend Ryv, either a plastic explosive or a very sticky holding glue. If I were you I would try to avoid that thing as much as possible."

These were assumptions, but he liked to use the stickyness of goo and static electricity every day, and he knew a device that was grenadelike when he saw one. He just had to guess by how it looked, how it appeared to feel, and what it was supposed to do. Time was closing in though. He was quite sure his comrade was about to attack. Which one? Yeah that one.

'I'm about to,' Ryv growled darkly, folding her arms over her chest in an attempt to simmer down and actually size her opponent up. She drummed her fingers irritably against her upper arm, releasing a hollow breath as she allowed her orange shaded lids to shield her vision. The corner of her mouth twitched as she met up with his deliberated silence, unable to hinder the pulse beating at her temple. She flashed her eyes open as he finally spoke, immediately lowering her glower upon his features as she retorted icily, 'Next time, take that up with the bloody cook.'

He was all too quick to point out her so-called, 'beauty', forcing a snarl to pass through her lips as replied choppily, 'Why thank you, I didn't know alien scum had such refined tastes in human women.' She scoffed, her bare shoulders slackening as a result, 'Of course, whot with the bug eyes and all, I can't fucking blame you.' A delighted chill settled at the base of her spine as her eyes shallowly studied the fleeing patrons, as well as the placing of bets. Who would take the first swing, she wondered, coyly smirking as Axe continued his incessant jabbering. Man, he loved to hear himself talk. 'Don't fucking patronize me,' she said offhandedly, 'I won't be needing the bloody thing-- I'll much prefer tearing into you with my fists.' On that note, she allowed her hands to fall freely at her sides, contracting her fingers into tight fists briefly, curiosity flooding her features as she eyed the blue goop.

Unarmed? she thought scathingly, My fucking ass. Jason seemed to convey here suspicions, though, apparently, he knew a lot more about the substance than she could ever possibly venture. 'Explosive?' she questioned, a haughty brow shooting up tauntingly. This could be fun. She reached for her beer, chugging the remnants down before facing him head on. 'Lay it out for me, big boy, what kind of fight is that you want?' She chuckled, 'I'll play either way.'

Axe let out a haughty laugh. "Alien?! Is that what you think I am? Pray tell, whatever gave you that idea?" He couldn't help but wonder how she knew but then again criminals and infidels were generally resourceful. She probably had an entire file on him tucked away somewhere, just as he had one on her. She was shorter than he expected her to be but every bit as tough. He found that he would rather enjoy pissing her off as much as possible before finally killing her. He stood his ground and regarded her smugly, trying to be as much of a bastard as possible, "Besides my lab rat of a human friend... the cook didn't serve up the glass in my eggs, so why would I bother him with my complaints?"

He continued to toy with the blue ball in his hand, rolling it around in his palm and over the tops of his fingers. "This, an explosive? Hardly. Not my style you see. If I blow you to bits there is no fun in that and no wonderful trophy in it for me. I'd love those pretty bug eyes of yours in a jar in my living room. Mark my words lab rat, I will dispose of you sooner or later. You and all of your infidel friends as directed by God. You will pay for your sins."

He sat down next to Thirteen who was still scowling at him. He wouldn't reduce himself to a bar room brawl. There was no honor in that and his God would be displeased. He would not give her the satisfaction of his attention any longer. He tipped the bottle at Thirteen and resumed drinking the last bit inside. "So, what do these people you are waiting for look like?"

For a man who spoke of God more than Jason did he seemed far too much of an infidel to keep work. I mean Jason had some distinct dignity between him and God. He knew killing was wrong, but it was a greater good. He on the other hand seemed to thank God was telling him to kill. Throughout history crusaders like him existed, he never thought them smart really.

He put a hand on her shoulder giving her just a smidge notion of sitting down. Course not forceful just asking smile on his face,

"Meh let's sit down, an 'infidel' like him don't deserve more than a second look. Plus if you get the spare time you can always kill him later."

He ordered her another beer and popped the top for her this time. One cause last time he almost got hit in the eye, and two cause he wanted to keep the kill count low if she somehow suckered him into blowing someone up,

"In the mean time lets get pissed."

And he tossed back his own beer taking deep chugs this time. That always gave him an awkward disoriented feel in his stomach, not cause of the alcohol, but more along the lines of the fizz.

She glanced over at him and let out a small sigh "Im going to go check and see if perhaps they are outside..hmmm"

Thirteen sat back watching everyone this world was crazes and messed She thought to herself shaking her head then sipping on some beer herself she glanced over at the time and stood up she had enough with arguing and the loud noises. her cat ears drew back apparently this plan wouldn't work so she headed out of the bars "idiots.." she mumbled to herself before taking another drink of her beer looking up at the sky. she was going to go find out about the clock tower on her own.

Apparently the others where getting nowhere anyways she never worked with people anyways so it was fine. sligthly wondering if they would even notice she had left the bar she headed towards the clock tower her tail swishing and set her cloak hood over her hair covering most of half her face except her mouth. she grinned to herself the world was moronic and she has waist her time those two knew nothing. She growled lowly she did loose two cat members and shook it off people die. she thought to herself she walked in an odd slow stride so she would seem elegant and unnoticeable which seemed to be working she glanced up she wasn't far from the clock tower.

He did notice her leaving of course. I mean he wasn't drunk enough to ignore something so big. If he was in a better position then he would have tailed her for a while, but he had to wait it out. He still had his suspicions about the girl and so when he thought of following her, a trap was all that figured itself into his head, and traps were his thing.

Secondarily he had to watch two things. One was the girl had called Axe an alien, just like the information had made mild. That axe had a chemical substance that he wasn't readily aware of, and if there was one thing he specialized in it was chemistry. Could that information be for real? Maybe. He noted it in his head for one. Second was the girl herself, not that there was anything serious, but he liked to keep his promises so he would be staying here a bit longer.

He made a sign to the bartender. A bit like a peace sign only his middle finger was up halfway. The guy nodded. Connections may just be deeper than he thought. He spun the sign around and aimed to the door.

A young lady walked by and kissed him on the cheek. So she would be his contact.

The cell was getting bigger. He had to kill someone he guessed. People weren't supposed to be talking about it. That was the first two rules for God's sakes. Geh next one that came to the home he would melt in acid.

'Shall I talk slower, like you're a retard?' Ryv questioned, the slightest of audacity wavering in her tone, her sarcastically risen brows clearly chastising him for having to even ask such a question of her, 'I know damned well you're an alien.' She sounded so completely sure of herself, her hearty chuckle passing off like an icy draft as she narrowed a pair of very awkward and calculating eyes upon him. Ah, yes, she thought, only briefly pinching her expressive forest brows before allowing her sly grin to take on a very cocky feel. Axe, she ventured inwardly, forcing her memory to recall the most inane of details. She nodded omnipotently, recognizing both his height and the braided black hair, laced with traces silver and blue. This was indeed the renegade Axe, the one who picked off some of the most respected crime lords all because he was some sort of blasted messenger of God, or something to that effect. She rolled her eyes disapprovingly, deciding to approach this situation from a completely different angle.

She didn’t it, but Ryv was quite perceptive, when she felt like it, reading him for the game he was playing at. After all, it was one she played quite frequently. So he was one to live up to reputation, that made two of them. 'These bug eyes see everything,' was the response she felt suited the situation the best, choosing to be vague, rather than answer his question in full. Lab rat? Immediately one of those brows shot upward like a fish yanked from its waters on a fishing line.

Apparently, he was just a titch more proficient at this whole information gathering detail than she was. That would be rectified. She hardly paid any attention to the blue ball anymore, her comeback somewhat listless due to her dimming interest in what had started this whole pissing match to begin with, 'The point, you douche bag of a Lunarian,' two could dance this tango, 'Is to bother some one else, not me, with your petty bullshit.' She forced a grin upon her features, hoping for his lips to seal with approval. That was far too much to ask of him, wasn’t it?

'Oh, please,' she droned, her powerful voice dripping in sarcasm, 'Skull fuck me while you're at it. I must say, I'm completely delighted to be invited to whatever shit pile that you claim as home. I'm sure these eyes, that you seem soo fucking fond of, will abso-fucking-lutey love floating in a jar of mysterious fluid. I tell you, there is nothing more that I want to do than stalk every bloody motion you make from a jar of your piss. And, while I'm at it, why don't you turn away from me so that I can bore holes in the back of your fucking head. That way, when people ask what happened to you, you can boast that it’s just a minor flesh would you received for capturing the one, the only Ryv Seivén. Not many men can do that you know. Oh wait, you’re a fucking alien. I’m sorry.' She knew she had it in her, such ferocity, the ability to be such a lucid badass, and holy shit did it feel good to release it upon some one that deserved it so. In fact, it was such a delightful feeling that she’d seemed almost insane with glee, playing out her twisted take on Axe’s infatuation for capturing infidels.

Of course, holding that tongue of her's was not something she'd ever been proficient at, especially now that he’d reeled God into the picture. Her remark, so snide, drained from her so easily as he moved to reclaim his seat, 'Oh, yes,' she idly rolled her hand about belittlingly, 'Jesus never sleeps when you're being a sinner, he'll eat you for dinner, and all that fucking noise.' She knew Jesus was no part of this alien's religion, however, the anecdote amused her greatly, she simply couldn't pass it up. Plus, it had to be just a bit insulting to mix up a petty human God with one as almighty and powerful as the Lunarian God. Whoops.

Her lips finally managed to remain sealed, her stare after him transparent, finally realizing his reservations for their potential bar room brawl as Jace landed a light hand upon her bare shoulder. She turned her neck snappily to meet gaze completely, 'Nor does he deserve the first one,' she replied, finally harnessing the spite in her tone, accepting his offer for a couple more brews. She washed her hands of Axe, determined to place an invisible wall between their clashing personalities, though her gaze would occasionally and casually tilt upward to check on the King of Asses. His black-haired companion stuffily rose to her feet, seeming quite determined to rid herself of the bar completely, sparking Ryv's interest as she drained yet another beer toward their quest for drunkenness. She waited patiently for some time to pass before questioning, 'Me or you?' Her heavy boots rang out loudly against the floors as she rose to her feet, collecting her traveling cloak limply in her arms, no longer bothering to done it now that one of the most dick-headed of all bounty hunters was aware of her presence. She didn’t feel the need to hide anymore.

She had been referring to their little drinking game, clearly cutting their guzzling short in a game of chase. There was something urgent nagging her about that woman and she felt the need to return to the clock tower. It was then a strange woman joined Jason, who Ryv greeted with furrowed brows. 'Good day,' Ryv said, tilting her hat politely. Get rid of the broad first, she thought, then my buddy ol’ pal.

The lady was gone just as soon as she kissed him, walking out to stalk the cat. He wondered if she would get killed. He was really hoping so, he had to thin out his numbers, and women tended to be a weakening force in his group. Not to say they weren't a boon, but they were driven too much by the mix of emotions and logic, while men separated the two. Then distraction of men. Maybe he would have a cleansing

He rank a bit more and let the beer slide to her,

"It is for you."

She seemed anxious, maybe she wanted to leave. What the hell was a Lunarian. He had a lot of stuff to analyze with his organisation.

"If you don't feel up to it you can take a trip out, just pay for the drinks and be on your way."

Axe sat back and watched as Thirteen simply dismissed herself from the table and walked out the door without saying a word. He sighed heavily as this morning was not turning out the way he had hoped.

He stared in to the now empty bottle and began tapping it against the table; weighing his options while Ryv continued to chastise him. He was only half listening to her going on and on about boring holes in his skull and skull fucking. He chuckled and mumbled to himself as she prattled. "Heh...I'd love to shove my cock down your throat and make you gasp for air you stupid bitch." He signaled to the bartender to bring him a drink and noticed that the patrons had begun go once more go about their business. The bartender quickly sat the drank on the table and scurried off. He didn't want any trouble and certainly didn't want to be between the two sparring individuals if anything should happen.

Axe swirled the liquid around in the glass and stared at the bottom of the glass and continued his attempt to ignore the woman. She was still talking. Blah blah blah was all Axe heard coming from the woman's mouth until she mentioned Jesus. His head quickly snapped up to look at her, his face darkened and his eyes turned a dark shade of violet. How DARE she insult him with Jesus!! Compared to the Lunarian God of War Jesus was a pussy. Anger and violent indignation washed over Axe but before he could say anything Ryv had packed up and left. He swallowed his drink in one gulp and slammed the glass on the table, causing it to shatter. That bitch would die a slow painful death for insulting his God. No one did that and got away with it. NO ONE.

As he sat stewing at the table he picked up his blue ball and rolled it around in his hand again. Luckily he hadn't gotten it wet in his moment of anger. He removed the vial from his pocket and stuffed it back inside and noticed the exchange between the woman and Ryv's drinking partner. His eyes followed her as he shoved the vial back in to his pocket. He needed to get outside and away from people for a moment so he could think. He pushed his chair out from the table and stood, momentarily eyeing the man still sitting at the bar before he ducked and walked out. He didn't wish to be followed so he clicked the button underneath one of the leather bracelets while making sure there was no one who could see him and activated the cloaking device built in to his suit and started heading out of town to higher ground.

He heard the cock comment. He couldn't help but laugh. I mean he laughed so hard he choked on his beer. This man was experience incarnate when he first saw him, now he was a weaker faithful with a lot of fun toys. Every word made him seem stupider. He drank more to calm his throat.

Jesus, his flagrant lord. The philosophical fusion. He always loved to know Jesus and the father stared down and smiled. Jesus was the experience of God that murdering the entire human race never helped. Though he wondered what would come when he saw forgiving the whole human race didn't help. He hoped the explosion was big. Jesus always gave his enemies the choice. When they filled the grasp, they got to see the blaze of mistake. God set up the level as well. His saviours were trappers, just like him.

He waved goodbye to Axe in a bit of a smart ass manner as he continued his next drink.

Thirteen walked there was caution tape all over she growled pathetic. then walked pass it looking up at the clock tower curiosity in her eyes before she leaned against the clock tower taking a gulp of her beer she wished to become less sober. She bit her lip where was the blood she tried to remember her cat ears drawing back. "Damn bad memory" she growled lowly

Axe trotted up the hill toward his ship and stopped. His shoulders slumped slightly and he let out an annoyed sigh. There were three hooded individuals standing near his ship, obviously waiting for him. He rolled his eyes and marched forward. He was NOT in the mood to have to answer to them today. His whole morning had gone wrong and now this. What had he done to earn himself a personal visit? He couldn't think of anything. He had always done what he was asked and while he wasn't the most personable of people, and certainly made some very stupid comments, he had outshined all of his contemporaries in his faith and devotion to the order.

He approached the ship and decloaked, kneeling down in front of them. "I am most honored by your visit head master. I am sure you will be pleased to know that...."

CRACK

Axe's neck snapped to the side as the unexpected blow from a gun butt landed just below his temple. Every muscle in his body tightened in order to keep him upright. He could not falter and fall over. They would think him weak. He gritted his teeth and focused on the dirt below the head master's feet in order to ignore the sharp pain flooding his head and prepared himself for more. "You disappoint us Axe", the head master snarled as he unleashed another blow on Axe's body. The head master began circling him as he spoke. "We sent you here as an anonymous observer. You were not to engage until the order was given." Axe felt trickles of blood running down his face and droplets falling from his jaw bone to the ground. "I received an order to engage last night head master", Axe said, his voice like steel and unwaivering. He felt yet another blow on his left collarbone. He suppressed a groan and closed his eyes.

Each of the three began kicking him relentlessly but Axe remained upright and made no effort to stop them. When it was over Axe was shaking. His entire body hurt and was probably broken. "We gave no such orders Axe. Stand up", barked the head master. Axe coughed and sputtered, fresh blood running off of his lips, and did as he was told. He took a painful breath in and steadied himself and faced the head master, looking him square in the eyes.

"Now that they know you are here you are to be cautious. Your main concern is the council. Find out all you can about them. Befriend that Thirteen operative. She is your pawn to get inside. Your next priority is the bomber. While he could have been a potential ally, you've probably already screwed that up. The thief is a token prize only. She does not matter to us unless you find she is mixed up in this as well. Pull your head out of your ass Axe. You are better than what you have displayed thus far." Axe felt the butt of the gun land square between his eyes and then everything went black.

Thirteen grumbled "what is up with this.." She questioned herself examining the blood the message was in another language and that made her even more angry she bit her lip her tail swishing

Ryv had left the bar with an added hop and skip to her step. While most would think such an encounter with such a narcissistic ass such as Axe would set some one as hot-headed as Ryv in the most foul of moods, she was positively beaming, especially as she recalled his last retort. Something about shoving his boy toys in places they didn't belong. She laughed lightly to herself with a disapproving shake of her head, her long forest locks swaying as she admitted he was quick on his toes, a worthy adversary. Finally, there was a self-righteous bounty hunter worth some minute portion of her time. Of course, this did not mean she'd taken a liking to him. She took likings to people who weren't so immediately dick-headed, like Jace, who'd seemed well natured in her opinion. Point being, Axe was not a man to be liked in the least bit. He was definitely a rival, only to be hated with the deepest portion of her gut, and to put at the very top of her hit list with several exclamation marks and a smiley face beside his name.

What was better? She'd gotten him with that sly little Jesus comment. He'd been so indignant, which pleased her greatly. She'd easily leveled the playing field with that little comment, and man, did it make her feel all tingly inside. That tingly feeling might have been some indication that she knew her head was on the line because of her loose lips, but, she wasn't really the type to care.

She couldn’t recall the reason she’d left in such a hurry, especially now that she’d cleared her thoughts. She had intended to follow Kuro, based on a bad gut feeling, but, what with all her bubbly thoughts, she'd forgotten completely. Instead, she decided to return to the hideout, where...

Jiko was pressed in the shadows, his green eyes shallowly stalking Kuro's movements. She was studying the blood that everyone had been so curious about. By now, the boys had packed everything up, most of the men awaiting Ryv's arrival in a couple hover jets they'd managed to find cloaking devices for. Out of all the visitors to the clock tower this morning, this woman was the first to actually come inside and try to make sense of it all. He was purposefully surpressing his breath, and dared not move, knowing those cat ears atop her head were not just there to look cute. He wondered how he'd get out of this, especially if Ryv arrived in one of her atypically loud and drunken fashions.