Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25113070-20160306112250/@comment-5426290-20160317130927

Knowing the Irony of being immune to human diseases Percival rolled his eyes and sat at the ready with knife in hand. "Shouldn't the one skilled with the knife be the one to actually stab the animal? Eh.. Out of ear-shot, Ana is right as far as his pragmatical mind go.."

The slums Vampire looked over the herbs and gathered a mortal and pestle from one of the cub-boards. "Neither did I expect to stay so clear of mind even after Percival made me into this terrible creature I am now. That stuff I had to drink for sustenance, its refined on a complexity I have never seen anywhere before when it comes to potions. Ugh, it makes him all the more of a suspicious shady man. And not to mention these wings on my back, they get awfully craped in Alec's inductee robes." She tugged on the robe she wore, adorned with the same flowers. "I feel fine, but for however long will that be? I know nothing about being a vampire not to mention that all of humanity now wants me dead."

A moment later Dunnel arrived with a round kettle, a lid and a questioning face. "This one okay? And what are you two yappin about?"