Rosalie listened to Kiyoko as she spoke to Taru; she seemed to think that he expected her to make them hunt like ghouls. But honestly Rosalie wasn’t that bothered, she’d eat a human’s flesh without second thought, just like a human would do with a livestock animal.<span style="color: #00FF00">“Hunting doesn’t matter, a dead man is still dead, either vay.”</span>She said, almost in a kind of mutter. Her mind had turned to hunting itself, and how she hadn’t actually hunted for a few months, instead she had relied on the, oh so generous humans at the theatre. But she remembered enough of her past techniques, and ruses used for luring humans to her. If all else failed, she could just get one of her parent’s henchmen to assist her. When Kiyoko asked her what they were to do before hunting, Rosalie smiled at the girl. She briefly considered sorting her order from the black-market, but it was hardly a safe place, and given how she was entrusted to keep Kiyoko safe, it was perhaps the last place she wanted to go.<span style="color: #00FF00">"Vell, latter on I must go to pick up a package. Ve could go do zhat if you vanted.”</span>She answered, still smiling at the girl. Though she had yet to clean herself from all the blood produced the fight, meaning that she looked rather, creepy.<br/><br/>When Taru began to speak, Rosalie listened to him with immense interest. She found him to be so, interesting, and his mysterious nature made his words all the more interesting to her, since he did just turn up after the battle. She smiled however when he talked to Kiyoko about how eight centuries had yet to teach him much. It was a humbling prospect that someone over four times her age still had something to learn about this world and its workings.<br/><br/>But, she trace-like staring at him was broken when he said about needing an invitation to go into somewhere. Perhaps he was like the Vampires in old human fiction? That couldn’t enter someone’s home or property without permission? Or maybe there was something far stranger afoot.<span style="color: #00FF00">"Invitation?”</span>She asked, now even more curious, which reflected in her face, a look of utter confusion and curiosity. She glanced once more at him, he was nothing more than half a metre away now, and she could quite literally smell him. The heavy aroma of cigarettes was more prominent however; making her quit her scenting of the air. She flinched at first when he placed his hand upon her lower back, but soon smiled at the gesture. After all, she was rather affectionate of him, despite hardly knowing him. But her smile grew even more, when he placed his hand further down her back, and upon her rear.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Colla ducked out of the path of the car door, it seemed that this Artisan was smart enough to throw things, but Colla most doubted that she was smart, or quick, enough to dodge a bullet at close range. Raising her pistol, Colla heard the barked words of Yumi, but the Artisan had other plans for them. She watched the ghoul moved a car with minimal effort, then leapt five metres into the air before landing between herself and Yumi, perhaps seeking to make them open fire on each other, why on Earth did these creatures even exist?!<br/><br/>For all its apparent intelligence, the ghoul hadn’t planned one thing. Colla was a few foot taller than Yumi, could move, and could fire on the creature without putting her officer in danger. She moved a few steps to the left, putting the angle just right as to not put Yumi in danger of getting shot with friendly bullets. Gripping the pistol, Colla gritted her teeth and squeezed the trigger, firing off three shots at the ghoul, and each echoing out with a terrifically loud sound between them she did however, leave slight gaps between shots, to regain her aim after each trigger pull.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Korin continued to watch the scene play out, the tremendous amount of rain and the fact that it was dark, made observing difficult at the very best of times, but he persisted on. From what he could tell, the nocturne that had been cornered was surely a fighter…and could throw car doors as well, as evident by the large metal object flying through the air. He had the idea to go down there and help the Overwatch out; after all, an aggressive hunter was just no use to anyone and made hunting for every other nocturne far more difficult due to the alerted citizens. Besides, violence was beneath him, it was a tool for those with far more, base and animal-like instincts.<br/><br/>He remained there for several more moments, but hearing what sounded like a, Russian? It sounded like he was speaking to a small child, as evident by his word choices. Looking out from his hiding spot, he saw just who was speaking. A fairly tall man was talking with what looked to be his daughter, or at least someone he was caring for. When he sent the child away, Korin decided that it may well be best to try and keep a low profile and away from the man, lest he prove to be some kind of nocturne…but, that was unlikely given the human child. Moving back to his previous hiding spot, Korin went to observe the situation once more, the sound of gunshots could be heard. The situation had well and truly deteriorated.