[color=6ecff6]Béatrix:[/color] 

Trixy did her best to keep her head low and remain professional. At Alistair’s question, she reached out with her mind. The place was swarming with new bloods, were she to completely open her mind, she might drown in their thoughts. “A lot…” she remarked quietly as she kept searching. “At least a few dozen new bloods, maybe more. I can only really hear the younger minds… but I do feel that there is someone very, very old in there.” 

When she looked up, her eyes were distant and clouded. The only way she could manage to look up at all was to escape from her own mind and live amongst the new bloods. She channeled their bloodlust and gripped her weapons. “Let’s go.” She said in an icy tone.

[color=9e0b0f]Jareth: [/color]

Jar began his walk through town in a bit of a daze. Once his senses started to return, he noticed that something was off about the way he walked. The ever familiar jingling from his pocket was absent. In a brief spurt of panic, his hand dove into the right pocket of his jeans. His hand met emptiness, gone was the small metal tin that held his personal stash of O-neg. His moment of panic passed when he realized what must have happened. Madame Vengeance must have had herself a little snoop before fleeing the scene, which meant she had the drugs. “Oh, wonderful” he mused and his lips curled into a devilish grin.

Jareth once again pulled out his phone and sent a text to Theo: [i]“More good news, I’m omw back to share.”[/i]