As far as Anton could tell, he was the only vampire to live in the housing district and not the slums. He understood that technically he was a vampire, but he still felt more comfortable with humans than his own kind. He woke that morning to find the time and location for their next meeting for the resistance. He felt a little uneasy; he didn't like what he'd heard at last night's meeting, but if their enemy could predict their actions, well, they'd have to find some way around that. Surely, no one was invincible?<br/><br/>It was damp and cloudy outside, so Anton didn't bother putting on any sunscreen. He went outside to do some more exploring of his new neighborhood. He spotted several humans out walking and smiled a friendly hello to them, which they returned. Anton's English accent wasn't difficult to spot, so people attributed his odd fashion sense to him being foreign. That was mostly true: his attire had been standard for English nobility 80 years ago.<br/><br/>None of the humans who lived around here suspected Anton of being a vampire. They had no reason to. He was cheerful and up beat, more out and about during the day than at night, and had never shown any sort of blood lust whatsoever. No one suspected, no one asked, and he didn't tell.<br/><br/>Once he'd had a good look around the places in the housing district he hadn't yet explored, Anton decided to check into the meeting location early, just to look for some pleasant conversation from someone involved. Something like that may be hard to come by, with all the problems and stress the people of the resistance were facing, but he was an optimist.<br/><br/>Not many people were gathered, but the meeting wasn't due for hours yet. Anton thought back on some statistics and recalled that people drinking were often times more willing to talk to a stranger, and since conversation was his desire he looked towards the bar. Anton didn't drink, alcohol or blood, so the bar at the meeting hall thoroughly met his distastes, but he could see a cloaked figure at the bar who had the potential to give a conversation, so there he went.<br/><br/>Anton sat at the bar and the bartender gave him a look, likely summing him up as a vampire, since few humans came here and he looked nothing like a werewolf. "What'll it be?" the bartender asked.<br/><br/>"I don't suppose you have any tea?" Anton asked hopefully.<br/><br/>The bartender gave him a look then went back to search his cabinets. He came back triumphant. "It'll take a few minutes, sir," he said.<br/><br/>"Please, take your time," Anton said politely. He glanced over to the figure sitting next to him, her face was hidden, but he could detect the slight smell of roses, so he assumed it was a woman. "It's not right," he spoke to the girl, "How everything in this world we and our ancestors have created must be attained through fighting. Surely nature is a kind and caring thing that in and of itself is not destructive. Yet we fight, we cause and take grief and pain and blame our reasoning on something that would itself never cause harm. What is it that compels us to twist and distort something that could bring so many happiness if used the way it was intended?"