"I understand." Zakuro sighed again. "I will just have to live with the smell."

Derg looked around and smelled. "Ah the smell of souls, it smells sweet, but I must resist thy urge and have my substitute" he reached into his robe and pulled a orb out that was swirling with a green mist and placed it onto the table and placed a hand on it and it started to glow and the mist on the inside swirled. The orb was filled with souls and it fed him, the souls were old and though he preferred fresh, it was the next best thing.

Xeron looked over towards Derg, a bit bewildered and disgusted at the same time. 'A soul-well, how primitive.' He thought. A mass confusion of souls was like mixing spirits was putting low grade fuel with higher grade, the two would mix and the higher quality would be corrupted. The second thing that was more disgusting was the fact he acted like a novel villain, that or a drug addict, playing with his food.

Sorichiro looked at Xeron and laughed. "Hahaha! The look on your face, sir! Ha!" He raised his hands and waved them around a bit, until there was an exaggerated sculpture of Xeron's face. "Yep, that's funny! I wonder what he's thinking. Maybe something like, "Ugh!" He put on a high falsetto voice "How disgusting! That green orb thing!' It's odvious from the way you aren't just looking at him, it is clear to any expert that you are looking at the soul-well. Ergo you are disgusted by the well, beacause, it's primative." He tapped his glasses, "Deduction." He said smiling. "The disgust is a sign of higher-intellect, or at least, thinking you have more than somebody else. Bewilderment equals utter shock." He chuckled and held out his hand to Xeron "I'm Sorichiro. And you are?"

Xeron glanced at Sorichiro, taking his hand, noticing a slight chill. " Xeron na’Itania, Page to the Demon King of the 9th Realm, a pleasure." After shaking hands, Xeron recedes his back around the handle of his cup. "Most simply call me the Prince of Death, though I'm not very fond of that title. I merely collect souls from those who are already about to die. Which, if you don't mind me saying, yours seems displaced somehow, as if it's been tampered with, interesting."

Derg removed his hand from the orb and waved his hand over the orb of souls and it vanished, he sighed and inhaled. His eyes started to glow a icy blue glow and a mist rippled off his bones. He looked around and noticed the two that had eyed his or of souls and he floated over. "Salutations. I am Derg, lich of the Undead."

Having finished her tea, Zakuro eyed the newcomers and decided she didn't want to bother. She shifted into her fox form, which was about the size of a grey fox and quite sleek. Hopping up onto the table, she started grooming her tails.

Sorichiro nodded, cooly. "Very good, friend. You might say it has." He picked up the leaflet about rehabilitating prisoners. "Here we are. Now, you must have noticed this before right? It's very clear its to turn prisoners lives around. I just happen to be one of those guys. I think they gave me some Arctic creatures DNA and fused it with my own, but they botched the operation. That's why I can do this!" He clicked his fingers and a small flurry of snow fell just above his hand. He noticed the fox on the table. "Hey guys." he whispered to Derg and Xeron. "Check this out!" He subtly waved his hands, and a small flurry appeared over Zakuro's tails. No matter how much she would try to swat out the cloud, the show would remain.

Growling, Zakuro focused and summoned a wind in an attempt to blow away the annoying snow. If her counterattack failed... an angry kitsune is not a pretty sight, as Sorichiro would learn.

Derg gave a raspy laugh. "Truly evil, but I wonder if we can get her to play slip and slide." He took a deep breath and breathed at the table freezing it and leaving icicles over the edge of it. "Ahh, there we are, a chilling ability to match my looks." He looked at the others as if waiting for their move.

Sorichiro looked at Derg in supprise. "Friend, I did not know you could do that! I like that power a lot! How could I beat that?" He took a cigarette out of his top pocket, and lit it. He puffed on it in thought, then his face lightened up. "Oh yeah!" He thought."I control that sort of stuff! He clicked his fingers, and the ice turned into a sort if bowl. "Manipulating ice can be really useful when you want to have some fun!" He'd always been a mischeif maker, and he felt him and Derg could become very close.

Streaks of vertical and horizontal white light dash across the newly formed ice bowl. For a second nothing seemed to happen, but as Xeron stood up, only for those with a sharp eye to notice the last millimetre of blade to be hidden back in its sheathe.
"I don't believe that's any way to treat a lady now, is it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a matter in London I must attend to." Xeron said with his voice not carrying any emotion or attachment and begun to walk out of the main entrance, raising his hood as he did so.

Hopping off the Table, Zakuro returned to human form before she hit the ground. Leveling a frosty glare on the two troublemakers, she surrounded herself with fire the same color as her fur, melting the ice. "You may thank our hostess for saving your lives." Her voice was cold and flat. "For a kitsune is powerful and dangerous in her vengeance." She let the fire die down and walked away. She needed another cup of tea.

"Powerful indeed but nothing but food to me" he chuckled at the fire display and looked at the others, "cruelty is the nature of my kind. Liches are known for their cruel behavior and their unflinching Ruthless methods." He looked at them and his eyes glowed a icy blue color, he cared not for mortal lives, other than using them as slaves or food.

Lucian walked inside, changing to his vampire form in the process.
"Ah, home sweet, home."

Zakuro's hand hovered over the tea bags, before she shook her head and gathered the necessary materials for a full-blown tea ceremony. Only going through her sword dance routine could calm her faster, but she did not want to venture out into the mortal world.

@LadyTale
"Are you alright Zakuro?"Liz asked when she returned from making her rounds. She always cleaned rooms and made beds after serving breakfast. Most people took care of their own messes, especially if they were regulars at the Underground. But some didn't care. So it fell to her to keep the place decent for new arrivals.

London, England UK 12:58pm

There he stood, on the roof of Big Ben, drenched in the falling rain and staring down at the wave of black umbrellas that poured along like a river. Xeron had always enjoyed the cool crispness of the rain, it relieved him of stress from his job. The rain dripped from his raised hood that concealed his face in void energy, that no one could recognise him; he was clearly on the job. Thou it had only been an hour since he left the Underground, the power of Shadow Walk made such distances trivial to transverse.

The hour hand finally turned its last cog to strike One and the unmissable ringing of the bell begun, signalling that it was time for him to begin. He searched through the umbrella with his closed eyes, searching for the soul. After going through the lives of twenty or so vessels he found it: Young, male, scared… running. He opened his eyes to see a small bulk of yellow race against the tide of black, followed by two, much darker souled vessels. Soon the bulk of yellow turned into an alley in which only had one way in and out. Xeron shadow walked towards the rooftop of one of the apartments to see what the fate of this one was, but when he looked down upon the soon to be crime scene his heart sank. There two armed thugs, demanding for some repayment of some kind to a human child, from the look of him, he was no older than six or seven. - The grip around his katana tightened. Xeron, the Prince of Death knew what he was about to do was reckless.

One of the thugs raise his weapon above his head and the boy closed his eyes waiting for his inevitable fate, but it never came, rather a small warm drop flicked onto his face. He slowly opened his eyes and felt his face, looking at this now red finger he could tell what it was – blood. But it was not his own. He looked back at the thug and there the boy looked in horror to where the thug’s arm had once been, now an oozing red mess that soaked his shirt, the arm, still wielding its weapon laid dormant in a pool of blood.



“I suppose two souls make up for one.” A voice muttered besides the boy who turned in the direction of it. There, a hooded man, blade in hand which little droplets of blood slid off. “You may want to close your eyes and cover your ears.” The voice continued.
He did.

Under his hands he heard the muffled screams and swings that were happening beyond the vail of darkness. A ruffle of his hair signalled that it was over.

The boy slowly opened his eyes and there he stood, with his hood now down to show his truly remorseful face. He looked for the bodies yet there we none, only the now washed away remains of blood that flowed towards the alley drains.
“What’s your name?” Xeron asked, already knowing the answer, but to allow an interaction between the two.

“Wi... William.” The boy answered, still trembling in fear.

“Let’s get you somewhere warm and safe.”

"I will be." Zakuro answered Liz, her attention still focused on the tea ceremony. "I do not appreciate being toyed with, especially in a place that is known as a haven of peace."

Sorichiro laughed. "I suppose cruelty is good, and all, but cunning and smarts is my thing. I mean, playing mind games and whatnot. It's fun, to see people get so confused. Like a cat playing with a mouse before it eats it. That sort of fun." He smiled at Derg understandingly. He knew the kind of thrills he probably experinced when trouble making. Suddenly he felt a buzz behind his ear. "Give me a sec." He put his finger to his earpiece. The police never noticed it. That was how he stayed in contact with his friends from the mob. "This is Sorichiro Oda, reporting for duty. Xaiver? Hey man! How are ya? What, we're back? The White tigers are back? That's epic. What's the buzz man? Oh not them! They took what? But that's our best bit of turf! Ah, I see. The little peace of heven, in Dublin, right? Good. So we're getting that in return. Give me twenty minutes. Over and out." He raised his eyebrows. "As it seems I have business to attend to." He patted Derg on the back and raised his right hand. "Later man!" He ran out of the door, smoothing out his tie.