<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4080FF">David</span></div><br/><br/>David was officially in the freaked out stage. He simply stared at Charlie. Any responses he would have had to Able or anyone else went out the window when he saw the strange man. David could not remember any time in his life when he couldn't feel the gaze of another being. Vampires felt like voids of nothingness and despair, Shades like icy sharp fingers, other Witches just gave off a tingling sensation at the nape of the neck, Werewolves felt like grass on skin and itchiness, probably the most annoying of the feelings. Here, however, he simply felt nothing. This must be how everyone else lived, never feeling the gazes of others. It might have been peaceful, if it didn't freak him out so much.<br/><br/>There were other strange things as well. He couldn't place where Charlie was from. It was f'ing weird. He had heard him speak, but he couldn't be sure if Charlie sounded American, Russian, or anything. He tried to remember his voice. It was extremely disconcerting, like remembering that you forgot something, but not remembering exactly what it was that you forgot. He looked at the others with a lot more calculation. These people were dangerous and he had just willingly walked into a possible deathtrap. Eric hadn't seemed concerned, and had mentioned Charlie, but David really didn't feel comfortable with this idea anymore, no matter how much it allowed him to irk Able.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Davids ears popped. It reverberated through his ears and into his skull so forcefully that it caused him to yell out. That took him out of his ruminating. David had no idea what had caused it, but someone who might recognize such things might know that it was likely a delayed charm activating now that the conditions placed upon it had been met, mainly, meeting Charlie. A charm fastened so perfectly that it could only come from Eric, it's creator. David had no idea of this, however, and just rubbed at his ears.<br/><br/>"It's nice to meet you and all," David said, checking to see if he was bleeding. "Did we like change altitudes or something?" He asked, looking at Charlie and the others. "Are we like in the mountains or something? Also, your bad-attitude, not-so-cheery, annoying-as-hell friend over there informed me that my magic would be dampened here. You know, that's not cool, considering that would leave me defenseless to you guys. I don't think that's fair Mr. Charlie," David said, unsure if he should be calling him Mr. or Dr. or what. Then David added, as an afterthought, "oh, my uncle Eric says hi. Guess he knows you. Got any soda?"<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4080FF">Isabeau Collette La Lumière</span></div><br/><br/>She had the man by the throat, and several inches off the ground. It might have been odd seeing a petit french girl holding up a full grown man by the throat with one hand, but everyone here knew she was a vampire.<br/><br/>"Your answer is not satisfactory," she said, her french accent ringing throughout the monastery like beautiful violin music.<br/><br/>"It's all I know. I swear it!" The monk said, through choking breaths.<br/><br/>"He is dying Madame," a man with a thick accent said, coming closer. Isabeau shot him a look and he backed away instantly, bowing.<br/><br/>She turned back to the monk, "Je sues impatient, monsieur, Monk." She let out a soft hiss. The other monks of the monastery backed up as far as they could against the rails of the mountain temple. "You have finding powers, do you not?"<br/><br/>The monk tried to speak through the coke hold, "We...do...but"<br/><br/>"Then find him!"<br/><br/>"There is a block, My Lady, we know not how it is made." She turned slowly to the monk who had spoken and he wilted in front of her. She casually tossed the man to the side and he went flying. Since there was no wall to stop him he continued over and past the railing and out over the cliff and down to the water below, screaming all the while.<br/><br/>"Comment cela?" Isabeau asked, moving towards him slowly, though she could have been there faster than it took to blink an eye.<br/><br/>He spoke hurriedly, trying to avoid her grip and the long way down to the ocean, "We cannot pinpoint his location, only that he is alive and in the United States of America," the monk's polish accent became more pronounced the more he spoke. "There is a powerful block keeping us from going any farther. And," he really didn't want to give her this bit of info, "just moments ago, we...lost him entirely." Isabeau did not look happy and the monk spoke with more fear and louder, "he just vanished into thin air. We don't know why this has happened, but perhaps some trans-teleportation of some kind has occurred and due to the unknown nature of the block it might take a very long time to try and get any sort of general location.<br/><br/>Isabeau stopped just feet from the monk, "I have need of his location, monsieur, Monk." She strengthened her gaze on him, using her vampiric ability to manipulate the monk. It was a common myth that most vampires could do this, but that was false. Only a small handful of vampires could actually perform a glamor, and an even smaller number can maintain it for any useful amount of time. Isabeau was one of those very old vampires who was very proficient ant glamoring. The monk's eyes dilated of a brief second before returning to normal. "Are you speaking the truth with me?" She asked quietly. After a few seconds, the man nodded and reaffirmed audibly that he was telling her the truth.  There was silence for a few seconds, and even her own men seemed nervous as to what she might do next. But, she simply smiled and said, "Bon." She looked around at the monks, pretending not to notice their palpable fear, "merci,,, thank you very much for your hospitality. Candice will leave with you a mobile satellite telephone in case you have more information to share avec moi."<br/><br/>Candice flitted to the center of the room and placed the phone on the table there.<br/><br/>Isabeau gave them all one last look before brushing her hair back and leaving at normal speed. Once outside, she took in the large expanse of countryside and at the only dirt road leading to and from the monastery. They had come here on foot, since the terrain was not suitable for vehicles.<br/><br/>"What do you think this block is, Madame?" One of the men spoke.<br/><br/>"I believe it is the one Edmund has mentioned. It was meant for him, but appears to have a broader definition of protection than even Edmund had knowledge of." She took in the fresh air and the scent of sheep and cattle. They were far away, but she could hear them as clearly as if they were steps away from her.<br/><br/>"How will you find him with such a block?"<br/><br/>Isabeau smiled, "Ce block n'est pas pour moi. No, not for me. It was meant for Edmund. I will be able to find him, Jordan. I will find him. Eventually."