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Will roll for it next post!

Information. The one thing that everyone needed and no one really had. Sure, the Administrator had given the vampire community his version of the truth along with his unsolicited of opinion of what had to be done. However, the red-head still wasn’t convinced that whoever this mystery entity was had the community’s best interests at heart. Truthfully, she thought that anyone who believed the verbal spewage at face value deserved to be shot at sunrise, preferably outside the reach of the Rift.

She tended to take what the Administrator said with a grain of salt until she could verify things, especially since the Longslade incident. She wasn’t a sheep that believed everything she was told right off, particularly by people/entities she didn’t trust implicitly. This was even truer when the topic was a matter of importance; if the survival of the city didn’t count in that classification, then nothing else would.

In all honestly, she couldn’t see the long-term benefit of angering the Sirens and tearing open the Rift. There was one big plus to the move, but at a high cost which greatly, in her opinion, outweighed the benefits. Nor could she understand completely closing off the Rift. While such a move was prudent, it was akin to shooting oneself in the foot. She just couldn’t see doing that either nor could she believe that the Sirens were looking to close it solely to spite the vampires. There had to be more there than met the eye.

Her first clue to that effect had been a conversation she had overheard between Ayuka and one of the councilmen at the ball. The Asian had mentioned the zombie threat when the councilman had indicated the Foundation’s research into the undead had hit a roadblock. She was certain that wasn’t the only research being done, but it was significant that that was the bit that was commented on. The city would be better off without such a threat; there was no arguing that fact in her mind. It was the direct reason for the military presence in two parts of the city after all.

What really bothered her was the way the Administrator expected the community to find the necessary keys and turn them over without question. Trusting that the mysterious person or thing would keep to their word and do what was, supposedly, best for the community. It wasn’t just the request but how it was worded and conveyed. ‘Need you guys to clear the path’ was a line that suggested either the Admin expected to have the red carpet laid out for them or they weren’t powerful enough to clear their own way. Either was far from ideal.

This was what had led the red-head on a wild goose chase through the Labyrinth for the past few weeks with zero luck. She had come to the conclusion that if there were any keys to be found there they were going to be a veritable ***** to find. Between the traps and the variety of undead creatures to be found, the obstacles were vast but she wasn’t about to quit. If, by some miracle, there was a key to find, she wouldn’t be handing it off to some anonymous jerk.

She had just returned to her apartment after the last round of exploration to rest up, resupply and check in. Barely to the kitchen, the words of her brother flittered through her mind. It appeared she wasn’t the only treasure seeker in the family though she doubted he had storming the Labyrinth in mind. The meeting place was one of the clues that things weren’t as they seemed as it was a rather odd place to gather. Smiling, she sent back her confirmation. Wouldn’t miss it for the world so will be there. Her bag was swiftly emptied of the trophies from her exploring to make room for other goodies. Digging through her various hiding spots, she began tossing seemingly random items into a pile which were transferred to the bag as soon as she had finished her collection.

A quick shower and change of clothes later, she nabbed her freshly charged phone along with a couple water bottles and small assortment of snacks. While sliding the edibles into her bag, she took a mental inventory of her weaponry, just in case, as she preferred to be prepared. Deciding everything was in order, she headed out, locking the door behind her. Checking her watch, the decision was made to teleport close to the location given the time restraint that had been put into play. A moment of concentration later, she was standing just beyond the treeline, looking for any signs of the others.

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Azraeth attempted to steal from a standard mark, and was successful!

Watching the silent structure for a bit, the red-head was surprised to see no one coming or going. Given this is where the mysterious Aeryn plied her trade for what Amalea considered astronomically ridiculous prices. She wasn’t quite sure how the woman remained in business with there being several others in the city that charged far less, herself included. Perhaps the quiet was an indication that business was slow or perhaps it was a day off for the woman. It didn’t matter; she had other fish to fry this eve.

An eyebrow raised as Azraeth materialized beside her. Either she wasn’t the only one with the idea of not being close to the building or she was being stalked. The result was the same in both cases so the mechanics didn’t really matter. Her arm snaked around him as she gave him a look, ”Course. I figured you had a specific reason you wanted to meet here.” As to prove her point, she jiggled the bag that she had nestled into her side. ”I can’t wait to hear this though I bet it’s spectacular. I don’t think I’ve met Oakley, have I?

She smiled and waved at Flynn as she caught sight of him approaching. It was rather unusual to see him arrive separately from the man beside her, but he seemed to be happy so she assumed his method of arrival had been pleasing to him. If she had to guess, she would have banked on a fast car pushed to the limits; it was rather cliché, but it would suit him. She laughed lightly at the man’s greeting, giving him a light peck of her own. Someday, I’m sure we will. Perhaps, we’ll have to plan a night of our own soon.” It was nice to once again have a human friend that understood life in the city.

Wisely, she pretended to not hear Flynn’s greeting to Azraeth though her mind was already processing the bit of info that had just been supplied. That alongside her brother’s earlier comment led her to a conclusion she liked. It was a rather brilliant idea if her logical processes had been correct though if it turned out she was not, she’d likely have to suggest it. She was about to comment as a woman she presumed was Oakley appeared. She gave a small wave as she stated the obvious, Looks like the gang’s all her if that’s Oakley, like I suspect.