<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/>[/quote]<br/><br/><br/>Isshiki followed after the scourge into the room marked  by the two and kept her eyes deadlocked on the man that lead her their. The one thing he did teach her was to never let any of her own kind get the jump on her. Still she felt the faint curl of her lips as she watched someone other than herself glare down her maker... and win.  Wanting to laugh at this, she bottled it and hoped that this meeting went will so she wouldn't have to come back here for a long time.<br/>