Chiyo sighed with a smile, raising her arms in mock defeat as Kuro went ahead and stole the show. There he was again, going on about responsibility and equal treatment for all of them. Though to be fair, it wasn’t exactly a bad philosophy to live by, and Chiyo had to respect the older vampire for proclaiming his views aloud like that. Most mortal men would cower under the pressure of a mere speech.

“Alright, I think they get it Kuro-kun. Sheesh, I think I like you better as a kid sometimes. Less scary, you know?”

As the rest of their merry little group finally ended with the little blonde-haired vampire, Chiyo had to raise an eyebrow with the rest of them when Karina stated her true age. That young? Hell, even Greyson had a few years up on the kid…she had to wonder what could make someone so young turn to the life of vampirism. That is, assuming they weren’t forced into it.

Sighing, the girl with the dark jacket moved a little closer to stand next to Karina. Looking down, she gave the small girl a toothy smirk before crossing her arms. That smile was the only indication that Chiyo Shizune was pondering again.

However, all thoughts were cut short by a gale of cold wind, and Chiyo turned towards the still open front door….seriously, someone should close that thing. 

“Well, well….holy shit indeed.”

Chiyo’s playful smirk got wider as an image of pristine black armor and a dark mask. Priscilla herself; one of the many Ancients to their kind.

[i]"Barring myself, who among you is the eldest? I've only been informed that vampire life is in danger in this nation, so I'll need somebody to explain to me the details."[/i]

Ignoring Krov’s summary for the time being, Chiyo pointed straight at Kuro.

“He’s all yours Priscilla,” she snickered.