Don't mind me.

[thecrimsonraven]

Monthly grocery shopping is usually such a chore. Screaming children, complaining house wives, the generally sticky messy of the waste devouring, pre-pubescent human slugs to wade through...but that's hardly a fair comparasin to material shopping. These stark white walls, paint pealing as it is and stained yellow with the passing of a thousand nervous smokers, was far an enhancement on the unending isle of shameless self promoting tinned goods and smiley faced biscuit packets. The pitiful lino cut tiling; picked at the loosened by the hands of countless long gone children, cracking under boot made so melodious a tone when it struck that stale air, mixed with the collective sounds of desolation and echoing off through those flicker light corridors. You'd almost think there was a cracking boot at the other end answering yours.

The florescent flash did nothing to make the place any more homely it ever was. The dripping pipes and well settled rust served their purpose; as did some poor cat being carried off by a rat twice it's size. For the neglected wards lone occupant this evening; they remained something of a personal comment: Peal off even the prettiest faces and you'll be greeted with iron girders and splitting muscle sheaths. Surgery room doors, barely scrapping their nails into the hinges, still smelt of screams and calls for wide-eyed nurses armed with anesthetic and a sponge. There was no passion in this place; it was as stripped from it as the setting from the corridor side benches.

Periodically the small windows at the top of water damaged walls that weren't painted black opened to a busy sky. Letting pour in all that lunar spit shine that seems to encourage the other speicies so. "Hm...full moon tonight." Came a rasping voice from the Necromancer; to no one in particular. He stopped his stride through the abandoned corridors , blank eyes starting down at the reflection on his boots, who seemed quite content to reciprocate,"No doubt some poor sod is being torn apart in a back alley somewhere..." his tone was filled with the deepest contemplation at this almost sudden realization, like remembering you've forgotten a friends birthday. He looked up at the dark corridor ahead of him and took on his long stride again, "I really must remember to endeavor to find the left overs. Waste not, want not and all that nonsense."

Coming soon to a t-junction of the sterile tunnels; there was a very poor piece of well used looking tissue paper that was sadly attempting to be a floor plan map. Yellow and fray at it's edges, faded in it's ink and purpose, it seemed like it couldn't direct you to itself on itself; let alone anywhere you actually wanted to go. Still and foot tapping attempt was made; and Hazaar found himself almost deciphering the thing. Leading over on the balls of his feet he manges to pick out a rather shaking "Y-u ar---er-" which you took for a sad attempt at giving the first point of reference. Tracing a slender finger round the maze in front of him only to find he needed to go through one of those frayed out parts less then lucky from the passage of time. Hanging his head low first and letting a moment of hopeless frustration enter him, he gave out a venomous shout. "Why the hell do these bloody things have to be so complicated

[emiko]

Renee was finally alone for the first time in a while. Usually, Katia would follow the little Neko around where ever she went and make sure she was safe. She had told her that she loved her and that was a bit confusing to Ren, but she thought perhaps she understood. If Katia was having feelings for Renee she could simply talk the woman out of those feelings. Katia, though and elder vampire, seemed a bit weak minded. Lucius, on the other hand, was not. Renee couldn't talk him out of keeping her as a slave. So, to show she was a slave, she wore a collar. Not that she didn't think the collar was pretty, but she didn't want it around her neck. She didn't want to be a slave. Things were getting easier for her, though. She didn't mind working for Lucius as much anymore. She had a bit of freedom and he let her steal whatever she wanted.

For today's outfit she mostly wore black. Her small arms were covered, though her hands were showing. One of her legs was also exposed while the other was covered in a black pant leg. It had holes all in it and she wasn't quite sure she liked it. It was silly looking, but it was something she stole and she still looked good in it. Her chest was covered by a pink shirt that didn't cover her stomach. Her white ears were perked above her head, listened for noises that would be a sign of people. Not that she needed to listen, she could feel the emotions around her. The short, skinny child-like girl made her way through the halls of the hospital. Her tail moved behind her as she nearly danced through the halls. Her arms were swinging beside her and she was putting out emotions of happiness and excitement.

She could feel someone else's emotions close by. She stopped in her tracks, knowing she was close. "Oh?" she said to herself softly, knowing the smell now. It was the smell of human, but not quite. Definitely a necromancer. Interesting. "Ha!" she exclaimed outloud, listening to it echo. It was so quiet here. Abandoned, messy. Quiet. She quite enjoyed it after being on the streets so long. Not that it wasn't quiet there, but there was plenty of people who came out of nowhere and wanted to pet the cute kitty. Well, humans didn't really want to pet her but sometimes vampires couldn't resist. Who could? She was more like a child than anything, cute and lovable looking. Most of all, she looked like she could be trusted. Who would doubt her? Her words moved into their mind and she seemed to be quite persuasive. She was influencial, able to get people to think they want to do things that she wanted them to do.

Of course, she wans't here to find a minion. She was here to be away from Katia, something she always seemed to be trying to do. So, she neared the person she could feel the emotions of, coming up behind him and putting her hands behind her back, swaying a bit. He wasn't completely human, right? She hated humans, to be honest. She hated humans and dogs. But it seemed like she wasn't sure what she thought about necromancers. Human but....not so human. She knew what she thought about their dead people they can summon, though. Freaky bastards. She never wanted to see that again and part of her didn't want to be here with this man, this necromancer. It was too late now, though. She was already around him and she was sure that he would have noticed her presence by now. She kept her eyes on him and her ears forward to hear. "Hiya!" she said in that cute, child-like voice of hers.

[thecrimsonraven]

Hazaar's eye gave a twitch. Even the in th most desolate places of the world, filled with only the scratching of cockroaches and leaves, so old that primer and concrete peel off the walls and the sounds of broken glass is never heard because there is no glass left to break; even in these places...some big eyed, high toned, nerve grating creature can find him when he least expects it. He'd frozen in place, giving off a shifting sound out of his shoe as he turned in place, hand still positioned like he was tracing it over the map. His grey eyes met with the neko's and for a brief moment there was silence.

His eyes slipped down and up twice, maybe more. She had an odd sense of style. The outfit seemed ragtag and thrown together. Still, easy on the eyes, she wasn't an angry doctor or worse yet someone that knew Hazaar, which was always a good way to start a conversation. "Ah...good evening?" His voice shook for a moment, his leg getting rather tired from standing in so awkward a position. He shifted to both legs and relaxed with a slight sigh. Giving the creature before him a curious look, he strained his eyes a little to make out every feature in the constant flashes of bright light from the corridors ever malfunctioning light bulbs. Bathed in a staccato of white light and amber shadows, Hazaar had to note the collar, assuming it meant ownership. Collars could be a fashion item, but a free neko wouldn't usually wear one. Hazaar lowered his hand down; slipping it into his outer right side coat pocket and produced one of his watches. The mechanism of the clasp sung out in the emptiness of the old medical building. He glanced a frosty eye down. "Isn't it a little late for a mouse hunt? " His words were condescending, but not his tone. That was far lighter; a jive of personal wit perhaps? She'd opened on a casual...if not uncalled for...note. Why should he not reciprocate?

[emiko]

Her pupil-less amber eyes narrowed at him, her mind already creeping into his. He wouldn't know that, of course. This place was a little creepy at night, she realized. She wasn't afraid, though. What could be worse than a Neko that could control the weak minds of the city? Of course, in this quiet place there was no one to control. Aside from this man here. Of course, she wasn't looking for anyone to control tonight. Instead, she was looking for fun. That didn't mean sex or alcohol or even drugs. She just wanted someone to amuse her and show her a good time. The little kitten was tired of sitting around in her room all day with nothing to do. Well, aside from doing whatever it was that Lucius wanted her to do. It really sucked being a slave. She didn't like what she did but she was beginning to be a bit more willing to do as she was told. After all, he had said she could have her freedom eventually, right? Perhaps it wasn't a bad idea to keep working for him after that. He could keep her out of trouble for stealing.

She hated that she had such thoughts. But Katia even said herself that Renee should actually apply herself and maybe she would like it a bit better. Not that Renee should listen to the vampire who had raped her. Such a cruel woman. Ren didn't even know her, and as if raping her wasn't enough she was now Renee's own personal stalker. Fancy that. She could see this man's eyes moving over her and she took the time to move her own eyes over him. She always felt so short compared to people. She came to the chest of an average man, so perhaps she truly was short. "Yup!" she exclaimed when he said good evening. yes, yes it was. She was meeting someone new. A human...kinda, but someone knew. She wasn't about to try and make friends, that wasn't how she was. She didn't want friends, she wanted things. She wanted fun.

The light was flickering, casting an almost eerie look on the whole scene. There was curiousity in this man's eyes and she changed her look to match his. Curious. After all, Renee was a curious woman. No, Renee would not wear the collar if she was a free woman. But, she had to admit that the collar was better than having a tattoo like so many other slaves. She smirked at his next words. "I think Lucius won't mind me being out so late," she said softly. Lucius, of course, being her master. She wouldn't call him such, though. She would never go up to that man and call him by such things. He was not above her. "I'm Renee," she said. "Call me Ren," she added, liking that a lot better than her full name. Her hands were still behind her and she was swaying gently. She looked a lot like a child and even her voice held that child-like tone. "How are ya?"

[thecrimsonraven]

The necromancer stared at the neko. Even in a flicker, his dead eyes could make out her features; but it was hard to tell her intension from her behavior.Was she really this child like or was that just the angler's lure? Neko were notoriously hard to read, even Hazaar in his long life had little dealing with their kind. He was not one to keep slaves. Those that he did were never themselves for every long. He gave a smirk at the mention of a somewhat living legend. He;s heard only one other name like that before; and wished neither to become involved at this point in him or his slaves. Live long enough and you learn just how unprepared you are for eternity.

"Judging by the sort that usually keep your kind, I'm certain late is the only time you get." Snidely put, he let his weight take him backwards, falling into a slouched sitting position on the bear wooden bench before the aged map that hung behind him. Even if he wasn't aware of her powers to stalk the minds of others; a Half Dead was a puzzle more complex then a simple out stretching of the mind's abilities. His was filled to the brim with monsters; even subconsciously it would lash out in defence. A full brush of the minds could only bring a short, sharp succession of violent images and little else. Hazaar was oblivious to his own repulsion of her mental probing,watching blankly his distorted reflection's stare from his shined and polished shoes. This place was doing his boots no good, with all the dust and scuff marks.

He breathed out deeply, but even in air as cold as tonight, there was no steam cloud forming. The breath instantly lost all life the moment it left his body. He teeth grit for a moments annoyance, staring at his shoes still in contemplations. Then realization dawned and his ghostly pupils widened at a wandering thought. Neko's have better then average sense; perhaps this little creature could prove more of a boon then the bane she was fast becoming. Empty eyes looked back up at the prone cat girl, with no little glint of new found, hidden intent."I'm rather nonplussed at this point and rather lost. Ren is it? I am Hazaar. How do you do?| He tilted his head and gave as warm a smile of greeting he could, his cheeks having a short tremor as they were drawn taunt into a false grin.

[emiko]

Indeed, Renee was this child-like. Well, this was her true personality. It was hard to tell how old she really was but the little Neko had been alive for a good eighteen years. No one had to know that, though. Renee would have slaves if she wasn't a slave herself. She knew it would have been hard for her to get one seeing as people seemed to want the little cat. First Kayen, now Lucius. Who else would want to use this little Neko? Of course, Kayen probably had not known about her ability. He just wanted to abuse her body for what she did. She couldn't help the fact that she wanted that crystal skull of his. Hell, she still wanted it. If she were to steal it now, Lucius could keep her out of trouble but Renee wasn't stupid enough to go back around the vampire lord. Her words did not effect him at all, though he couldn't do anything to her mind either. She was blocked from mental attacks.

His words made her turn her head a bit. "I used to have a curfew..." she said softly. She wasn't sure if that curfew was still in play. She had broken it many times since she had been a slave. It wasn't like Lucius couldn't follow her. There was a tracking device in her collar. He knew where she was at all times which was quite bothersome to her. She wasn't able to go anywhere without thinking someone was following her. Usually, she was right. Today, though, she was alone. Katia was away, off on her own little exploration. Of course, Renee could have gone out during the daytime and been alone but she preferred the darkness. Lucius had said to be back before dark but who actually listened to their owners? Renee couldn't read his mind or even really see things there. But if she could find the one thing that would make him feel like she was a friend and someone he should listen to, she could influence him.

Renee knew what to do to get what she wanted for most people. Like Lucius. Around the ancient vampire she had to be seductive, sexual. For Isis, she made the woman feel bad for her. There was a lot of pity in her towards Renee. Katia, all it took to fight off that dark side was tears. Yes, Renee would find the one thing that made this man want to listen. Of course, a necromancers mind was different as she had realized. She was thoroughly freaked out by the minds of necromancer, though she couldn't exactly see what was inside. He had sat down and now Ren moved over to sit beside him, hopping up onto the bench and kicking her feet as she stared down at the floor. "Hazaar?" she asked, giggling slightly at his name. "I'm alright, I suppose. Lonely," she said with a sad tone in her voice. Her amber eyes looked up to see what effect this had on him.

[thecrimsonraven]

Hazaar's eye followed the cat will little attempt to hide his suspicion. That's simply how he treated everyone, regardless of their appearance. As she took up a position next to him, he relaxed; care however not to press his back against the bench. Once covered in cloth and foam, the years of neglect had stripped the benches down to their wooden seating and made them quite impossible to recline against if one wished to keep their coats clean. Neko were usually the play things of vampires. Submissive either by choice or through necessity, Hazaar use their abilities were subtle. But, he was a curious man, as he always stated was his nature. As a scholar and a scientist, he couldn't help but feel a pang for research. Perhaps this meeting presented more opportunity then originally expected.

"Lonely hmm?" He turned he head slightly, so the neko was caught in the corner of his wide, grey eyes. Something deep in his tone, between playful and deceiving that intend to strike every curious chord a cat mite have. "Well then, perhaps you'd like to help me? I've heard cats have have quite a knack for discovery. And this map isn't about to help me anywhere. I've got to find my way to the old administration building. Think your nose mite know? I'm sure it's smells of paper cuts and ink." He gave a softer look to her, a boyish request. But those ice eyes didn't melt. They still watched her, black pools that mite just her in and swallow her if she didn't watch her step.

[emiko]

Renee wouldn't really consider herself as submissive. She had stabbed Lucius to keep from being his slave, though it obviously had not worked as she had planned. She still ended up a slave to the vampire and doing as she was told. As for this Hazaar man, she had no intention of letting him use her. If anyone was going to be used here, it was him. Renee was just as curious as this boy, perhaps more so. Her curiousity had already gotten her into a lot of trouble. Her amber eyes danced over his body to take in every little thing she could see from him. She studied his emotions and continued to kick her feet in front of her, hands placed on the bench. She was now looking down at the floor and thinking about the place she was in. It was a little quiet and dirty, which bothered her a bit. Neko's didn't usually like to be dirty, to be honest. Renee was no different. "Yea," she answered softly, sadly.

Her own amber eyes turned to see him, waiting for him to speak again. When he did, a small grin spread across her already happy face. Curious as to what he was looking for, she couldn't help but get interested. "Ooooh," she said. One of her downfalls was how overly curious she was. Renee stared into his eyes, her own holding a smile. "Yup!" she exclaimed suddenly, jumping up off the seat and standing before him. "I can help ya, Hazaar," she answered, nodding her head. Her tail moved behind her and her ears were perked up towards him. "But..." she began, her voice soft. A finger lifted to her chin, pressing against it as she turned her head to the side. "What's in it for me?" she asked, eyes moving over him greedily as she looked for something that would interest her. Perhaps she wouldn't have to steal to get something she wanted tonight.

[thecrimsonraven]

Greed. It was there before, but that tone was nothing to the direct address. One could always count on the need for personal gain. Hazaar gave a sly grin; slightly stifled though it was. Leaning forward towards her, his hat and frame blocking the light beams that periodically sliced the air between them; his blank eyes locked on hers as she scanned him for every possible reward. "Well, my dear Ren," he began, his tone was low; but deep and enticing, "we can cater one another's needs. You're lonely and bored; and I'm in need of some obviously talented company." His words were different; rolling off his tongue and shaped by his mouth with a thoughtful, almost seductive droll. Perhaps not in the any sexual sense; but something in them was aimed at appealing to the same sort of darker desires. His grey eyes flexed as he accented the ends of his sentences; the words left to linger in the space between them.

He leaned back slightly again, letting the still spasming light stream back. As he did the dying fluorescents reflected a shine into those amber eyes other silver chain that snaked it's way from Hazaar's outer breast pocket. "Of course, I'm sure there must be so many interesting things lying around in this place..." Hazaar inclined there was more to this then he was letting on. Truth be told a neko in an abandoned hospital raised some questions he'd enjoy having answered. How she came to have so much personal freedom as a slave was a miracle in itself. The necromancer could only assume what sort of master owned her. Was it one too busy to be bothered or someone too lenient to deserve ownership? While those sun set eyes continued to scan him; he took to evaluating her himself. Her physicality was plain to see, and easy to predict. She used it to her advantage; this much he could surmise. Whether that child like personality was aware of it, he couldn't tell. He was distracted for a moment by her swishing tail. They weren't something he was so accustomed to in the physical form, and he leaned outwards with a thoughtful look to observe it better. "Have you always had that tail?" He kept his eyes fixed on it, even as he spoke; with a slightly concerned tone, quite eager to know.

[emiko]

Yes, greedy Renee. Of course, she would admit that if someone were to question it. The little klepto couldn't help but be greedy. Why would she help this man if he had nothing to offer her in return for her services? Actually, she didn't even have to help him. She wasn't his slave. But Renee was hoping this would turn out quite well for her. She wanted something new tonight and something to do as well. Why not help this man and ask for something in return? She sniffed the air, searching for the scent he said she would catch. What was she, a dog? This wasn't what she was supposed to be for. Even Lucius didn't ask her to sniff things out. Her eyes stopped on the chain hanging from his pocket, a smile decorating her pretty face as she let her eyes focus on it for a moment then return to his. That little feeling inside her made her want to reach out and snatch it from him but she refused to fall prey to it for now.

He was leaning forward, closer to her now. There was no more light between them and she turned her head to the side, her big white ears listening to him as he spoke. For a moment, both of them were silent as she took in what he said. "Maybe" she said simply, breaking the quiet around them. As long as she was going to get something out of this she would help him. If she didn't get what she wanted then she would steal it from him. Her tiny hand moved forward to touch his face, a thumb moving over his cheek. "I can help ya," she said, giggling softly to him. She watched him pull back now and she continued to move her tail behind her. Near the end of it was a black band that she kept on there for reasons unknown to anyone else. She just liked it, really, there was no other reason. Well, it came from her parents. She didn't know why she kept it and liked it after they abandoned her, but she did.

"I hope so!" she exclaimed, suddenly excited about everything. She continued to moniter his emotions and judging his reaction to her actions. Renee wasn't expecting questions from this man, so the one he asked made her pause in everything she was doing for a moment. She was quiet and staring up at him with a certain look on her face that said she might have taken him for an idiot. She let a small laugh escape her pretty lips and she shook her head. "No, I planted a seed in my ass and grew it last night," she said, her words obviously sarcastic. "Do you like it?" she asked, letting it sway behind her again. Personally, Renee didn't quite like her ears and tail. She moved her hand up, tugging lightly on one of the large ears. Well, if he liked them then by all means, she could flaunt it. She began to move backwards down a hall, though, her finger beckoning him forward. "Wanna?"

[thecrimsonraven]

Hazaar had seemed to strike the right chord to play for this creature, playing cute as she was everything had a price. Equal exchange, how odd considering Hazaar has disagreed with Newton when he met him. That silver polish shine caught his attention as well; though it has hardly been intentional. He'd been in a hurry this evening and only grabbed one to wear for the night. Still it seemed to capture some intrigue from the neko. At her touch of agreement, he lets out a curling grin. Her thumb would have met with a surprisingly warm cheek, despite the common misconceptions about necromancers. Even the Half Dead ones. Even if Renee was hiding her true intension with her charms and guile; Hazaar was far too old to be tricked so easily. He knew when he was being used; but wasn't so arrogant as to complain. She seemed like good fun in most respects, and if nothing turned up the evening wouldn't be a total loss.

He cocked an eye brow to her seed planting comment, evidently not impressed with her passing snide attitude. Shaking his head he drew himself up from the dusty setting, brushing himself off of any dirt hat still clung to him and his suit. He really did hate these sorts of places, but his creations could hardly do this job themselves; were more likely to burn the whole hospital down while opening the filing cabinets. He took her condescending summonings in his stride, walking over to her calling finger with a slow stroll. "Well, I don't have much traffic with tails, ear or anything of your kin really. In my experience tails are interesting things. To say I like it would be...with no offense meant, an overstatement. More accurately, I find it interesting." Stepping further away from the map and it's ever on-and-off lighting, they find themselves both bathed in the still shadows and broken corridors exposed to the night's sky.

Flows of moon light danced over the superiorly dark green suit; Hazaar took his time to follow the backwards walking cat girl before him as she let her finger call him forward. Ofcourse he was talking in riddles when he said she should sniff out the paperwork of the administration building, but whether she knew that or not, or was capable of it even, eluded the necromancer. He observed her again, the slight movements of her gait and the wry grace of her frame. She was manipulative and cunning behind those wide eyes and honey sweet giggle. It was an admirable quality, Hazaar thought at least. From his pocket the silver chain chimed out in the pallid beams of light each time he passed through one pouring in from a ceiling high window of hole in the slow disintegrating walls. He watched with an inquiring expression Renee tug at her ear, almost to highlight her additional appendages; his look asking more why she was doing that with a hint of confusion; not stirring with any other emotion.

[emiko]

She moved her hand a bit as if it had repulsed her to touch his warm face. This wasn't true, though. She found it odd to touch someone like him. He was so...human, yet not human. His abilities sent chills up her spine. Her amber eyes moved over to him, wondering how he had come to be a necromancer. Why would humans get such a job? To be someone like a vampire or dog. Isis was the first one she met, of course she didn't like Isis much because of how they met but later on she had gotten to know the woman. Perhaps Necromancers were not that bad. Renee didn't like that they were human, of course, she still didn't want to be around them but Necromancers were not quite like that. Though, she could still smell it on them. Renee still had no intention of making this man her minion, though. She was just wanting something to do instead of being stuck in that building all day long.

So now, he followed her. She watched him for a moment, listening to what he had to say. She didn't respond. Renee actually wasn't much of a talker but she allowed herself to speak a bit more lately since she was a slave. Talking was what you had to do when you influenced people. She supposed Lucius was quite proud of her. Even his vampire boys couldn't resist doing as little Renee asked of them. That had to be frustrating, though, she was sure. It was so easy to get people to agree to do as Lucius asked. They were mostly weak-minded, unlike her master. All she had to do was sit up in his lap and look pretty. Then, when it was time to do her job, talk those weak-minded people into doing as they were asked. Which was the easiest thing in the world. The harder ones gave her a bit of a challenge, though, but she loved it. Who didn't love a challenge? "Kinda creepy here, huh?" she asked. Though, she was quite sure this would be the perfect place for Hazaar to bring about those dead people and freak her out. She figured he wasn't afraid here.

Of course, Renee knew she couldn't sniff out the room. It was like the whole place smelled of what he said, among other things. She had a feeling she knew where she was going, though. Renee let herself slow and walk beside him, though she knew she would have to guide him if he wanted to get where he was going. She was quite sure she could get him lost in this place as well. Her footsteps were quiet beside his and her eyes staring up at him. "What's in the room you are looking for?" she asked. Yes, there was influence there. He wouldn't know, but he would want to answer her. Her eyes turned back on the hallway as they came to a choice. One of two ways was presented. She chose one and continued walking, not stopping to check if she was right. There was usually only one reason Renee tugged on her ear. Because she was feeling self-conscious about it. Lately, she realized there was other reasons as well. Like when there was too much noise for her and it was hurting her ears. Either way, it was a cute gesture. Whether she knew that or not wasn't clear.

[thecrimsonraven]

Hazaar didn't like a challenge. Things were perfect when they were too easy. As a scientist and a researcher; his work was often about solving problems; not conquering challenges. A 'challenge' usually only translated to a difficulty, and involved far too high a margin of error to be deemed even remotely legitimate. When they do happen: it's either too late or too big to solve. Considering the sort of work that Hazaar did, it's only natural he would adopt that sort of thinking. A mistake in his experiments or a difficulty in his rites mite just end the world...or something just as foreboding. Unleashing a zombie apocalypses wasn't exactly his idea of a Saturday afternoon.

This neko had with herself a grace. Even the dead would swoon, and Hazaar assumed that they did, when she pouted or put on a pretty face for the. Vampires, especially the younger males, were always so easy to bait. While he knew her game, he was sure there was no harm in it. He hopped over a fallen support beam that lay at the foot of it's fallen wall and building bricks. Jumping lightly through the moon light he looked at her as she remarked the derelict care facility. "Eh...I think I've seen worse." he responded nonchalantly, looking around at the degrading structure around them. "I'm sure it could be beautiful if you looked pasted the bruises and abuse." pronounced his words with some emphasis to those last few words, perhaps a hidden hinting at what he thought thus far of Renee herself. He liked to keep his compliments subtle.

It's true that Hazaar felt little fear from the place; after all the scariest thing in here was more then likely either him or something he had a dozen of back in his Vault. It was, however, hardly his sort of homely. Dust, grime and unidentifiable, sticky pools of long dried liquid weren't nearly his cup of tea. He mite coax decay and shape the dead to his beck and call but at the end of the day, he wasn't going to say no to a hot bath and a good book beside the fire place. Classic comforts belied the darker misgivings of his sort of people.

His mind still processed the neko. His eyes followed her, and he turned his head slightly to keep her in sight as she dropped her pace to lurk beside him rather then before him. He titled his head and waited for her decision at the cross roads in the corridors. She made it almost without much thought at all, but the necromancer didn't mind. Tonights task was becoming less and less as entertaining. He looked away as she asked him of his purpose, maybe a little abashedly. "A map to the grocery store, really. I could tell you the details...but I think they mite be a tad too morbid for you; perhaps?" He flashes her a quite smile; something intended to fan curious flames.

[emiko]

"Maybe," she said, drawing the word out like she wasn't quite sure it would be beautiful. Maybe a long time ago it was a beautiful place. It had been a hospital after all. She wondered for a moment what had happened to it. It seemed so torn apart. She figured there would be a vampire or two wandering around these maze-like corridors. She knew there was a blood bank of some sort in here, though she wasn't quite sure where it was. She had never been in this building before in her life, so Hazaar asking her to find a room was like telling her to find a needle in a hay stack. Though, what hospital didn't have that room at the front? She found that to be the most obvious place for it and it was strange that Hazaar would ask her to find it. She figured he had to be quite and idiot to have to ask a little girl for help. She couldn't look any older than fourteen at least. The little Neko ran her fingers through her hair and sighed.

Renee liked it when she was one on one with people. It was so much easier to be around one person than a whole group. She hated being attacked by emotions. Not all of them were good emotions either. Men thought Renee was pretty, that much was clear. Some of them couldn't stand looking at her since she was a Neko. But, a lot of them changed that opinion when she began to talk. Renee had a honey-like voice that was childish yet almost seductive. They would hear her pretty voice and decide that they didn't hate her quite as much as they thought they did. Still, some people just didn't like Nekos. She didn't mind, though. She didn't like humans or dogs and she knew everyone had a preference. Renee paused, spotting something on the floor. She dropped down quickly and picked it up, holding it up to her friend and smiling. "A penny!" she giggled, putting it in her pocket.

She knew his eyes were on her and she couldn't help but watch him watch her. She loved having his eyes on her though. The little Neko loved attention and would do just about anything to get it. If he were to pet her she would be sure to purr to show him that she was enjoying it. His words made her stop walking and look up at him with curious eyes. "Too morbid?" she asked, her eyes looking almost dangerous now. "Tell meeeeee" she whined softly. She bounced up and down, eyes on the chain in his pocket again. She was easily distracted by things and had a small memory problem, though it didn't act up very often. Renee moved closer to him, standing on her toes as if that would help her to get any closer to him. "I can handle it," she whispered up to him, amber eyes on his face now.

[thecrimsonraven]

Hazaar lets loose a tooth tainted smile. It was of a deep enjoyment, something so welcome and yet still sinister. Renee was so responsive to his baiting in their conversation he almost felt it was too easy. He shook his head and laughed a little at her enthusiasm in finding that jaded piece of copper. "From what I remember your race need all the good luck they can pick up..." He phrased his words like a question, but hardly expected an answer. In the end, he only needed to find the administration wing; which was easy to do by himself; however it wasn't about to get the curious cat to stay the course. Plus, she was better then the flickering lights or lycan howls. She seemed to be getting throughly frustrated with the turns and twists of the labyrinth they were strolling through; and he was inwardly eager to see her next course of action...

...he wasn't all too impressed. As she bobbed about him pleading for some more elaboration on his business here; he could only give out a flat look of brazed annoyance. He resisted for all of a moment, giving an excruciating sigh. He looked at her eyes, glowing in the dark like fire bowls; meeting them with his own deeply tonal ones. This up close his early mist iris almost seem to ebb and flow like desert sands, not to night winds or light of the day but simply at a will of their own. He placed a hand against her head, stilling her and pressed her back to a more comfortable hight. He leaned down slight to make his eyes level with hers. "I require ash and iron scrapings from the furnace to use in my experiments so I can dip my will into the well of souls and used the to power my more complex necromantic creations." He paused then for a moment, looking away to teh dark beyond the beaming neko smile. He watched it like something was waiting, watching, just beyond the edges of every corner and crack. His gaze was back on here as he finished. "I take spirits and damn them to an eternity in my service." He petted her lightly on the head and, giving her ears a soft scratching; continued walking down the dark corridor; leaving that fact to sink in and for her to catch up. He wondered if she would still follow.