As Elin-<br/><i>"your not human. completely." is  stated rather then asked, as the admittedly petite woman finds a  arm chair to sit on, and drags it closer to bed . " Im   afraid im  going to have to ask you,  exactly what you -are-"<br/>
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<b>" Don't let my big eyes and winning personality fool you." is smirked, as she  continues down the hall. "	 mm. its complicated.  Mostly I  deal with -gifted- people ,   sometimes I handle the ties to the kindred,   I have... a -long- history, with the kindred.  other times I smile alot and pretend to know whats happening.  "  gestures to mouth , and displays a winning smile,   giving a small snort. <br/>
 the whiskey club is a  not so clever  front for a multi tier organization with their  pretty little  fingers in a whole bunch of cakes.  WE shield the public from what it doesnt want to know, kinda like a private sector men in black.  Except alot of us are monsters too..  "   brief pause, as  she  swipes her keycard, and pushes into the  front of the building,	  begining to make her way to a spiral  staircase, and pausing at its base.  Theirs always been organizations in the world that trace vampires, or -banish- demons, or slay dragons. ( flip flops her hands)   Ive never heard of an actual  dragon.. but it wouldnt surprise me.	 We work with the more civilized ones, to create a careful cover..  most of the people  that make up the supernatual underbelly of society,  dont want to found out, and are ...civil. at least.   and when they arn't, we have our own -fractions- that help to take them down.   not only that,  we help others find their way in the world when they are suddenly floundering... " a casual  shrug "  Like you.  I am unfortuantly not a mentor.  Im just a lacky.   But.. you know..  * a grand, sweeping gesture.*  .. the others are cool too. almost, as  amazing as me. </b></i>