A Misery to Thrive On

[Rikka]

"I'm sure you are not." Rikka draws her sword, twirling it in her hand turning around. "Pathic. You've seen too many years. let me show you the path to hell." She says, pointing her sword at him and smiling.

[Samuel]

He smiles warmly at her.
"Cool. How do you feel about Itailan? I personally love pasta. Or where would you like to go. The sky is the limit."

[Kai]

Kai looked at her.

Actually I have already been there, and done that. Well either way, at least you have a real job now. But whatever helps you sleep at night.

Kai took out his own sword and stood with one hand holding the sword and one hand in his pocket.

[Winter]

-"Itailan sounds great! I like all kinds of foods. I'm not very picky."
I say turning toward the door.
-"Do you want to walk?"

[Miguel Guevara]

Miguel yawns and rolls out of bed.
"Hombre... Tengo parar el dormir como esto..."
He scraches his head and walks out of his room, not bothering with a shirt. . The sudden rush of sunlight is blinding but he blinks and walks down the hallway.
He sees a man and woman talking in the halllway. Maybe they know where la cocina (the Kitchen) is...
"Hola... do you know where the kictchen is around her.
He ask the man (Samuel)

[Rikka]

"Well we're confident." Rikka lenas her blade on her shoulder. "What's your name vamp? I'm sure you just arint' called blood sucker." She smrikes putting her free hand on her hip.

[Samuel]

He walks up beside her.
"Sounds like a plan. Shall we?"
He is caught unawares of Miguel and looks around at him, his hand twiching to his sword. He sees the man and relaxes.
"Oh, the kitchen. Um, yes, it's over... well, I don't knonw actually. Heh. Maybe you could ask Bass about it."

[Michael- The Demon Eater]

"Oh, she kills rebels. I think I like her." Michael laughs, watching the two square off, "Can I have the leftovers?"

[Kai]

Kai looked at her.

Blood sucker's...Hardly. Kai. I already know yours, you are on alot of bilboards for vampire killer's. And call us Vampires not Vamps. I mean have a little human common respect. It's only polite Rikka. Shut up Michael. It is already well known that she can't win.

Kai pointed his sword to the ground.

[Winter]

I look at the knew man.
"I believe it's down that hall. Sorry if i'm wrong."
I answer even through he asked Samuel and walk out the doors.
I hoped i didn't seemed rude.

[Rikka]

"I'm sorry, i'm not familer with that word. Micheal, i can't die. Well at least not to vampires. Maybe some day a human will stab me through.. oh um whatever jsut don't dare touch me if i fall." Rikka says before quickly holding her blade out again. "Well, are we going to just stand here all day?"

((I'm sorry, must get to bed. Good-night.))

[Samuel]

Samuel runs to catch up to her after she tells Miguel where the kitchen is.
"So, what brought you all the way out to Helsinki? Do you mean to join Bass, or one of the other groups?"
He slaps himself on the forhead.
"Of course! You here because someone you know is in trouble... or they're throwing a party."

[Jareth]

(Oh it has been ages since i posted as Morrighan...thought i might ...oh and a girl goes to work and there are so many pages...lol)

She and Omadon finish their bath and she steps out of the liquid. She uses her fire ability to act as a dryer for herself. She turns around and looks at her love.

It shouldn't be too much longer before people will start to arrive. Perhaps we should make ourselves more presentable. I wonder what i should wear?

She feels a bit strange. As if part of the spell had not worn off. It was a wonderful lingering feeling. She wondered if it was part of the spell...a sideeffect of sorts. She felt wonderful.

[Miguel Guevara]

" Gracisas, senor... senorita...
Miguel walks down the hall, looking for the kitchen.

[Katya]

Katya smiles.

"Give up humanity but do not give up YOUR humanity. Sounds ideal. But you have to know that when you give up such a part of yourself you lose more than just your mortality. Mortality is what give humans character and what has made you the man you are. Fears hopes joys pains. All of it controlled by you because of the fact that one day you will die. Can you take the chance to give up something so prescious as that?"

She holds his hand tightly. It worries her that she has him questioning such things.

"Come Nigel, we must go to Northrend soon. I fear my brother has something big planned and we don't wish to be late. He is not so patient sometimes. Ha ha."