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The worn down cobblestoned streets of London are always being trod down upon by people during the day, but during the night, shuffling footsteps and the sound of the wheels of a cart can be heard. Accompanied with the most clashing sound- the sweetness of a bell- and the cry, "Bring out Your Dead!"

The Nyerns like to target people here as well, and take them hostage.

Aiun Ken Bankei walked through the streets looking up for a moment at the midday sun. "It is really a nice day." He said in a low tone to himself as he kept walking on.

Antebellum was walking the streets also. She was looking for trouble. In fact, she was just begging for trouble. She was bored and wanted some real action beforing meeting up with the other clan leaders.

Aiun glanced over at Antebellum as he walked past her. "Pardon." He said looking back at her stopping abruptly.

Acacia drew her hood over her head as she walked through the streets. Though she had nothing to fear from the weak mortals, it was better to be safe than sorry. For now at least, Acacia thought with a smirk. Before long, the plague would spread to every home in London, and the city would fall into the Nyerns hands, just like it was meant to be.

Antebellum heard someone talking to her. "Pardon what?" she asked sweetly. Maybe he was drunk and she could beat him around a little. Or, even better, a Lenida!

Acacia could feel a smirk spreading across her face. Antebellum, her clan's healer, seemed to be harassing a mortal. This, she thought as she came closer, should be interesting.

"I was wondering do you know where the riverside market is from here?" Aiun asked the woman Looking at her skeptically.

"On the riverside, obviously," said Antebellum. "Maybe you should be looking for a river first?" she suggested. "And while you're at it, find a noggin?"

Acacia giggled, the sweet sound at odds with the sardonic expression on her face. The mortals were too easy to toy with. They got flustered so easily.

Josiane wrote: ""On the riverside, obviously," said Antebellum. "Maybe you should be looking for a river first?" she suggested. "And while you're at it, find a noggin?""

{Ha, ha, that was hilarious. xD}

"Thank you and I suggest you find manners and common sense instead a teasing a monk." He replied looking at her before continuing to walk on.

AℒℰSSⅈA wrote: "Josiane wrote: ""On the riverside, obviously," said Antebellum. "Maybe you should be looking for a river first?" she suggested. "And while you're at it, find a noggin?""

{Ha, ha, that was hilari..."

((XP))

John wrote: ""Thank you and I suggest you find manners and common sense instead a teasing a monk." He replied looking at her before continuing to walk on."

Antebellum deflated a little when she heard that. "A monk, huh?" she said. Then, she brightened. "That makes it more interesting! Do you monks ever have any fun?"

((Sorry, if she's being offensive, but creating trouble is part of her character...))

(( it's fine))

"Depends on your definition of fun." He said turning and looking at her.

"Wildness!" said Antebellum, relishing the sound. "Have you ever met the Wild?" she asked the monk with wide, crazy eyes. "True spirit?"

Aiun looked at her for a second and laughed in remembranc. "Once in my life I did but I pasted it on for a more humble one."

"And where has humbleness gotten you in life?" Antebellum asked. "Are you satisfied with this consecrated life you lead?"

((I know typo on both parts, autocorrect on one))

((It's alright))

"Quite a while ago back when I was young and open to things." Aiun said with a smile. "And I'm fond of the life I live not satisfied though but, fond none the less.

Antebellum harrumphed. "Fond he says," she muttered. "What a booooring word," she drawled.

"And what would you use then?" He prompted in the same tone.

Acacia crossed her arms impatiently. Antebellum was letting this mortal goad her. Acacia sighed and crossed the street, walking towards the bickering pair.

"Love," Antebellum said with a sigh. "Love is a powerful word. And more interesting than 'fond'!"

"Well I agree with you there but I have chose not to use that word." He explained to the woman.

"What's so bad about love?" Antebellum asked. "Did something bad happen to you that makes you hate it?"

"Very much so, repeatedly for seventeen years." He said. "And will you stop sayin' it that way."

"Lovey-dovey-ness makes the world go flat," said Antebellum. "Can you help that Sir Monk? What abbey are you from anyway?"

"I rather not say to woman I just met on the streets if you don't mind." He said looking at her.

"And yet you're already getting into a debate with that very same woman," Antebellum replied. "What does that say about your character, I wonder? And why are you wandering the streets alone? Shouldn't you be going to a sick person?"

((Hittin' the sack here.))

((Okay night!!))

"Well why do you think was heading to the market, now I should be going it was nice meeting you I'm Aiun Ken Bankei." Aiun said turning around but paused looking over his shoulder he said, "see we aren't all boring or soft we can have fun too." He said before leaving without another word.

Antebellum watched as Aiun walked away. "And be sure to stay away from those beak-faced nosies! You never know if they're trying to poison you are not!"

Acacia watched the man as he walked away, cooly appraising; he was bold, for a monk. She let out a disgusted sigh, disappointed that Antebellum had let a mere mortal had gotten the best of her. With a swirl of her cloak, Acacia turned on her heel and left the market, heading back to the territorial forest.

Antebellum got off the streets. She had reached a destination; the alleyway network.

Eleana wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to shake her worry off by shivering in a cold breeze that wafted over the streets of London. With a sigh she hugged herself and tried to stay calm. Where was Valery? How was she ever going to find her way home now? Her parents would no doubt be worried...

Aiun who was retuning for riverside saw the woman but walked past her thinking nothing of it but soon turned back around. "Pardon me but are you alright?" He asked her.

Eleana looked up at the mortal with her bright blue eyes and skidded a step back. Humans. She couldn't trust them. "Who- who are you?" She demanded, regaining her composure.

"I'm Aiun a monk." He said looking at the woman with slight curiosity, "who might you be if you don't want to tell me that's fine."

"Eleana Lackland, daughter of-" but she stopped herself abruptly. What was she thinking? Telling a mortal of the Lenida? No. She would not tell.

"Alright don't tell anyways back to my original question are you alright?" He asked leaning against the wall.

She folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. Were mortals really so stupid as to miss out on the obvious features of her face that she clearly was not alright? Or we're they simply accustomed to asking rhetorical questions to a person with bloodshot, dark rimmed eyes and an abnormally pale complexion?

"If you must know why I didn't already clearly see your not alright is because I've seen people who look exactly like you in condition and they were fine so excuse my concern." He said looking at her with the same expression she had.

Eleana tilted her head to the side, amused by the human's way of speaking. After awhile she simply shrugged and said, "I'm not alright, no, but as for the reasons to that they will remain in here-" she tapped the side of her head, "for now."

"That's quite fine." He said looking at her. "But do you know a woman named Antebellum? I met her here earlier didn't find out much about her but she's nice none the less." He said.

Antebellum... Hmm... She thought. What a strange name. She couldn't be from the Lenida, or could she..? Eventually Eleana shook her head. "No, sorry."

"That's fine thank you." He said with a small smile.

((brb))

She nodded and looked around. "What is this place?" She asked curiously. Besides, she needed to know.

((Alright))

"These are the streets where most people go for general transportation either by horse or walking lot of lonely faces around here it's funny." He said looking up at the sky.

She sighed. Not very helpful. Let's try that again, she thought. "Do you know how far it is to the outskirts of London?"

"Yea just going about five miles north you'll see a small inn called speakers voice when you get there turn left and walk straight for another two miles and you'll be in the outskirts." He said.