Rasputin bit into the warped metal of the familiar remains. Silver. The second most ductile of the transition metals, after gold. It boasts the highest electrical and thermal conductivity of all metals, but also the fourth-lowest melting point at roughly 962 degrees Celsius. While it does not corrode much, it does tarnish easily- a shame, as when polished it had one of the highest reflectivity indexes of any metal. One of the first five metals discovered by man. If Rasputin fashioned this into rings or pendants, he could likely pawn them for quite a bit. He silently thanked that strange, cowardly girl for his unexpected windfall.

Rasputin took another bite, his teeth sinking easily through the artificial bird. Though he himself possessed strength and toughness beyond that of a mortal man, Rasputin had no doubt that any reasonably-strong human being would need, at most, a sturdy hatchet to swiftly dispatch one of these familiars. An exceptionally strong man could likely do so with his bare hands.

Rasputin began driving again, snacking on the familiar remains as they moved towards town. His throat tingled as the dying prana suffused his body and became his own, reinforcing his magic circuits with those that had been inserted into the familiar. It wasn't much, but every drop of power counted. When he had finished the larger half, he spoke again.

[color=aba000]"You are a strange sort of vampire, comrade- but then, I am a strange sort of immortal! I suppose we will have to be making do with the talents we hold."[/color]

Rasputin began devouring the second half of the familiar remains as he drove into town, polishing it off as they pulled up to a small steakhouse. His head ratcheted itself to face Lancer.

[color=aba000]"You are hungry, yes? The internet has told me of this place. They are having seventy-two ounce steak, but is free if eat quickly!"[/color], Rasputin let out a hoarse, barking laugh, [color=aba000]"But that is not being a problem for men like us, who are not tiny Japanese, yes?"[/color]