"I got many names, Miss Vampire Butcher Rosalie." Taru's grin widened even more. He bent his head back, blowing a thin stream of cigarette smoke up into the air. "Right now, right here, you can call me Taru." he responded, voice rather smug, and in a sharp contrast with the messy exterior he seemed to display, eerily dim in the cigarette smoke, slowly dissipating in the still air of the theater. He paid little to no heed to Degnar's underlings and the ghoul girl. All his attention was on this little vampire, german by origin to be judged from her accent.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Wonder if she liked it if I got her some wursts?</span><br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Shinobu was up on her feet and almost skipping with the adrenaline, rushing to her veins after hearing the report Jo received. This Artisan ghoul was asking for trouble, and she couldn't wait to give it to him (or her). Oh, she'd give that ghoul so much trouble, her father would be so proud of her! He'd be bursting with pride...<br/>"Collateral damage ain't my concern." she shrugged carelessly. "The civilians are supposed to get the heck out of there if there's nocturne in there. If they're that stupid that they don't get out of my way, then I don't care about them." The cynicism in her voice, suddenly becoming rather formal and cold-hearted, was far even beyond her age.<br/><br/>"The Kira werewolf would be a great trophy. I shot one from that... Crimson Maw, I think. He talked a lot, about Kira and about other things... That made me want to hunt Kira down. He was a lot of trouble to take down, that one, but I've gotten better." She was far younger back then, anyway. She could hit anything and everything now, just...<br/><br/>Headshot it.<br/><br/>She followed Yumi like a shadow, and with a ferocious nod accepted the revolver, although a little bit disappointed to use something that small. "You can trust me with guns." she assured her superior, and retrieved an armor vest from her rather oversized bag. Good thing she brought so many things with herself, the sizes there surely wouldn't fit her. She tossed her bag into the trunk of the sedan and corrected the vest, pulling her hoodie over it once more and zipping it all the way to her neck. She rushed to take the passenger's seat next to Yumi, and once there, she pulled the revolver out to study it. It could be effective, although the frequency of reloading was rather uncomfortable.