The Miscreant League

[Silent_Wolf]

"I know." She sighed again and looked down the hall. "Guess Raziel's not doing so hot either. I don't know who to be more worried for."

[spirit_queen]

"Um, all of the above?" Angel suggested.

[Silent_Wolf]

Okeam stared at Angel blankly. ".. Okay."

Over in the India base, Killie was standing in the middle of a hallway, suddenly struck by a rather somber mood. "..." She tilted her head; something didn't feel right.

[Miranda_]

Raziel knew he couldn't stay upstairs forever; eventually, he'd have to leave the ship in order to feed.

[Silent_Wolf]

Killie went to her room and changed her mask for her widow-looking veil before heading out for the night. She couldn't shake the weird feeling and thought that maybe it was just a need for fresh air.

[Miranda_]

Raziel quietly left his room and travelled to the hatch. He was not in the mood to talk to anyone.

[Silent_Wolf]

Killie headed back over to the mask stall, just to browse. "Any red ones?"

"No, ma'am, sorry, just sold the last one."

[Miranda_]

Raziel wandered thru the town, keeping a look out for a likely victim, someone he could trance into following him into a dark alley and who would not be missed for a while.

[Silent_Wolf]

Killie left the mask stand after browsing through and walked past Raziel; she nearly froze on the spot when she recognised him. As far as she'd known, he was dead!

[Miranda_]

Raziel didn't notice Killie at all; he was concentrating on trancing a mugger into following him. He looked about for a place to go, away from the crowds of people, intersperced with donkeys, chickens and even a long horned white cow.