<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">The woman stopped, as a dark eyebrow arched up in regal look of annoyance. Her deep purple eyes shifted from the young man then to other ‘male’. Looking back to ‘Alexander’ her voice was an exotic blend of accents. “That was one of my personas, Dr. Cleo Antony, archeologist. And you are, Alexander Bartholomew Cabbot, and your sire was hmmm…Hermes, you do realize you left a mess in Duat. You have no idea how difficult it is currently keeping the dead contained.”<br/><br/>Turning to the other ‘male’. “Monkey boy!! The Persians are really desperate. Let’s get one thing straight you and me.” Cleo has stepped right up to Luke and pokes him in the chest. “You grab my ass or any other part of me again and I will see to it that you are buried up to your neck in the sand and bound with chains from all 10 underworlds and then let the sun bake what little brains you have into a mush!!”<br/><br/>Turning to the female Cleo looks her up and down with eyes that are almost as powerful in their presence as Amaterasu. “You are one of the Amatsukami, if I had to guess either a scion of Tsuki-Yomi or hmm Amaterasu. If you can, then cover up. You are showing too much skin for this culture and we may be scions but we work within the mortals concepts or fate binds us in ways we may not want!”<br/><br/>To the threesome, “All of you be aware that this is the heart of the radical Islamic world so act with respect and be careful.  Though Honestly I expect all of you to piss off half the terrorists in the world and then if you survive, run home crying”</span></span>