<strong>Isshiki Takae – outside Elysium</strong><br/><br/>Her sire’s eyes glinted in the yellow lamp light as his gaze trailed from Isshiki towards a quiet, dark clad man approaching the pair.<br/><br/>“I’d like a word with you, Miss Takae”, he announced with a scant nod at her Sire.<br/><br/>“She isn’t your responsibility, Tom.” Her sire didn’t move but Isshiki could tell he had tensed up from the way his posture shifted. His feral gaze drilled holes into the scourge who stood his ground, outwardly uncaring for the threat emanated by the Gangrel.<br/><br/>Tom cocked his head and hooked his thumbs behind his belt. The two eyed each other, like gunmen before the draw.<br/><br/>“Is she yours?” Tom Mort asked, finally.<br/><br/>The older Gangrel thought for a moment and shook his head. “She is her own”, he said reluctantly.<br/><br/>Tom’s lips parted in a wide smile, showing teeth too perfect and white to be natural. “This way, please, Miss Takae” Tom gestured towards one of the meeting rooms. Upon the door was a copper plate marking it as room ‘2’.<br/><br/>Her sire gave no comment, but he didn’t refute the request either.<br/>