Colla was still amazed by the power armour; she had heard much about experimental weapons but never seen any first hand. However, she knew it was not the right time at all for stopping and starring, as evident by the words spoken the armour’s operator. Wasting no time, Colla hurried over to the squad’s car, the vehicle that they had arrived in, and awaited Yumi. She did spot Shinobu waiting by the squad car however, and gave the far shorter woman a friendly nod. For all her bravado and eagerness she had performed rather well, even when taking into account the alleged savagery that the Artisan was.<span style="color: #FF8000"> “You did fine, despite earlier, problems.”</span>Colla said to Shinobu, a smile on her face. Throwing a glance back to Yumi, she awaited the squad’s leader with patience.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Korin was still crouched at his hiding place behind an abandoned car, the battle between the humans and what appeared to be a fellow ghoul had proved to be quite…interesting. But at least the idiotic ghoul that the humans were fighting hadn’t killed anyone during the fight. It was sure to have killed others at some point. Sighing, he stood up from his hiding place, but didn’t really know where he should go. It was getting late, all the time to hunt something, or to leave the scene and merely go home. He couldn’t make up his mind, but staying in the area seemed a sure way to get himself shot at by those robotic things.<br/><br/>Turning away from the area where the humans and the ghoul had fought, Korin leisurely walked back in the direction of the library.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Rosalie was quite surprised when Taru said he had no objections to doing such a thing in public, she hadn’t expected such a, lowly answer. Surely he had some dignity. Her train of thought was lost howver as he arched his back somewhat and placed a cool hand just below her hairline, for someone that apparently had no dignity; he certainly knew how to appease someone.<span style="color: #00FF00"> “I have somevhere…not very far from here…ve could do vhatever we vanted…” </span>She purred back to him, taking one hand off of his shirt and trailing a finger over his cheek.<span style="color: #00FF00"> “Just think, vhatever  ve vanted…”</span>She repeated, trying to dissuade the man from choosing the very place where they stood, or some derelict bathroom. But apparently the latter was exactly what he was thinking, and when he proposed it a slightly disgusted look appeared on Rosalie’s face.<span style="color: #00FF00"> “I zhink not…even if zhere are mirrors, I vould rather it be mein home….zhan a bathroom…”</span>She answered him, the slight purr returning to her voice, there was no way in hell she was going into a bathroom.<br/><br/>She couldn’t help but smile at the man however, even if he had just proposed they ‘go into a bathroom’, hearing one of the stereotypes about her people always made her laugh at just how little others must know about her people’s culture.[color=#00FF00 “Vell, it iz all personal opinion vhen it comes to liking somezhing…but I zhink zhey are okay…” [/color] By now a large grin was plastered across her features, truly Taru gave little to be annoyed at him for, and even then he would redeem himself.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Walking completely by himself in the halls of the backstage theatre, Marcus had just now realised that it was getting later in the evening, and with it came a chance to finally leave this place. However, he was stopped dead in his tracks at the sight that he witnessed. A complete hallways drenched in blood, gore and bits of mutilated flesh. He was accustomed to such sights, but here of all places? Were his fellows mad? What made it worse as the fact that a few of the culprits seemed to still be, enjoying themselves, as evident by the pair of people that were hugging each other, but there was another that was just waiting for the two to finish. Judging by the face of one of the corpses…or rather what was left of the man’s face, these were some of the ancient, Toren’s men.<span style="color: #0080FF">“And a good riddance I do suppose...”</span>He muttered, still wondering just what would have happened here for some of Toren’s goons to have tried to kill someone, either way Marcus didn’t exactly care, Toren was stepping out of line far too many times as it was.<br/><br/>Looking back towards the group of people, he asked them.<span style="color: #0080FF">“What exactly happened here?” </span>