As the assembled vampires went about taking their seats, the servants around the room politely pushed in their chairs for them, easily moving the heavy, wooden, high backed seats despite their small stature. The servant who retreated to get Darion's drink and was subsequently stopped and asked to bring another, set her emotionless eyes on Cabiria and waited for her to finish. She made no indication other than a simple bow of her head that she had heard, nor did she react to the 'threat', even if it wasn't a serious one. Regardless, when she returned, she had a scotch in each hand, one with ice and one without.  She continued to serve the two of them as they required throughout the rest of the meeting.<br/><br/>Surprisingly, considering she was the only one to do any talking so far, Shadya wasn't the one who set about answering respective questions. But instead it was High Councilor Anderson who sat up in his seat, flashing his wide toothy smile to all those assembled before his strong, hearty voice rang out over the room.<span style="color: navy">"It seems unanimous that you all want to get directly to the subject at hand, with a few other questions that we'll get to when we've finished with that.</span>" he booms,<span style="color: navy">"The truth of the matter is that we don't know who was behind these murders. There are no clues. The only similarity between each murder was that it happened within the target's own home, and that the body was subsequently burned to ashes afterwards, leaving no trace and no evidence behind."</span><br/><br/>Picking up where Anderson left off, High Councilor Himura picked up, her voice much softer, but just as clear and audible as Anderson's.<span style="color: darkgreen">"As for why we called you all here today. It is because many of us cannot stay away from our duties for long. The world is in a state of crisis, and most of the Councilors cannot be spared from their positions either. After much deliberating, we the High Council decided that a small investigative team could accomplish more, and draw less attention, than flocks of our kind scurrying about and trying to find the culprits. We each chose an individual who we believed had the most skill, ability, and/or potential. You are representing us in this venture, while we are unable to go forth on our own."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: maroon">"That being said, it would be unwise to send you off alone, without proper guidance."</span>This deep grumbling voice came from the towering demonic form of High Councilor Riven.<span style="color: maroon"> "Councilor Mubarak and my own country are still in proper standing, and we both believe that our Lower Councilors will be able to properly manage them in our absence. Thus, the two of us will be accompanying you."</span>he continues, despite the deep, throaty growl of his voice, he still sounded surprisingly dignified. He took a brief moment to sip from his wine, the glass held daintily between his massive clawed thumb and forefinger.<span style="color: maroon">"That brings me to the answer to your question, Miss Varsiani. You will be accompanying me, as my own servant. At least for now."</span><br/><br/>From there, the speech returned to Councilor Anderson, who nodded his head in agreement with everything that the others had said.<span style="color: navy"> "All of that being said, your first course of action will be to visit the respective murder sites. There may be clues that you can find that we individually were unable to discover. You may find something that can lead you to the culprit. Transportation will be provided for you, of course." </span>he concludes, flashing another wide grin.<br/><br/>It was at this point that Janeil made her fantastical entrance, earning curious looks from each of the high councilors, though none of them looked particularly upset about it. Vampires were fickle and eccentric beings, after all. As for councilor Mubarak, it certainly meant something if one could embarrass one of the most powerful beings in the world, and judging by the light pink hue that came over the High Councilor's cheeks, Janeil had done just that. With a wide, sweeping motion Shadya flips out the void-like cloak that was draped about her shoulders, wrapping Janeil up in it to conceal her from prying eyes as she leaned in to whisper softly to her creation.<br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"While I certainly intended to reveal myself to you here, I didn't expect you to beat me to the chase in such an... open fashion."</span>she pauses for a brief moment, slipping one long, tanned arm around the younger vampire's waist and used it to pull her to the High Councilor's chest. With a soft flick of her delicate fingers she brushes her flowing black stream of hair to the side, baring her neck...<span style="color: purple">"It has been long, my Raven... but now you are here, where you belong..."</span><br/><br/>Shrugging briefly after the lover's exchange, Councilor Anderson just laughs deeply, drawing most of the attention in the room back to him.<span style="color: navy">"Well then. returning to the questions. Young Darion. You wish to know why you, specifically, were chosen? That's simple. I chose you. You've got spunk, and if my intuition is right this team is going to need some muscle by the time all of this is over. Don't let me down, boy."</span>he fixes his stern gaze on Darion for a moment before bursting out laughing again, and flashing the younger vampire yet another brilliant smile.<br/><br/>High councilor Riven finally picks up the thread of conversation once again.<span style="color: maroon">"If that is all, then we should get started while the night is still young. I believe you are all well rested by now, and we have a great distance to travel."</span>he explains simply, finally placing his wine glass back down on the table and shifting his great, muscular bulk back onto his massive, clawed hind legs.<span style="color: maroon">"Councilor Anderson assures me that your belongings will be safe here, if you so desire to leave them. If not, then you may take this opportunity to go pack them up for the trip. While I answer any remaining questions."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>