Shadow Ops Building: Canteen: Akane, Angelus, Annie, Caim Deadshot, Melethia, Ryan, Ton Ton, Wanderer
When she hugged the Wanderer and he whispered about breaking the news, she hugged him a little tighter but said nothing. He was right.
After that small bit of whispering, Melethia took her time to explain to Akane, "I've got him... Just let know when you want me take him out so you can give him a clean burial." She was at least giving Jake's body the proper respect by not dragging it through the area, and hopefully Akane would understand that.
Akane nodded as Melethia explained it. "Thank you Mele. I would like to take him now, but you seem to have him stored somehow. He would not have wanted to intrude, if you are hungry eat first and sort yourself out. I'll... I'll be in the my room on the airship waiting. Thank you."
With that the Kitsune walked out. Stopping by the Rising Dawn's canteen she found a bottle of scotch and a glass, to drink to Jake's memory as she waited. Sitting in the chair in her room she found the drink smooth yet firey, burning in a far different way to the sake she usually drunk. She decided she quite liked this Glenfiddich 12 year old single malt scotch whiskey.
Rising Dawn: Constance Sorrowfield's room
As the young vampire fell to sleep dreading the dreams that would be sure to haunt her, another watched over her from a different realm.
They say Dead men tell no tales... But what is to say they don't make them? The dead Author was on a new journey, one with few rules and no destination. So it was that he came to intrude upon the beginnings of a horrible dream for the Vampire.
With a stroke of his pen against a notepad the entire scene blew away to reveal a location familiar to some but not to others. A place that was simple and clean. A small rolling meadow somewhere in Canada, maybe. The soft spongy grass offered Constance a smooth feeling akin to the nicest bed she had ever slept in as the warm rays of the sun shone down upon her, pleasant to the extreme.
Several feet away from the sleeping vampire Jake sat at a small wooden table in a simple wooden chair, sipping a cup of tea. His notepad sat before him, a simple black leather thing to fit in one's breast pocket. Over the back of the chair was draped a simple dinner jacket. The young man wore a light blue silk dress shirt and black pants, the long sleeves rolled back to his elbows. It was accompanied by a loosely done up black and purple diagonally striped tie.
He felt bad was the only reason for his kindness. As a wandering spirit he could do nearly anything thanks to his old powers, invading a dream was simple. If the little vampire woke up then he would talk, if not, well her dream was this so her sleep would be deep and uninterrupted.
