Draven appears beside Kitty. "How are the preparations coming?" Zabura smiles. "Yes, but we can't win on an empty stomach, can we?"
Tip laughs, looking over at Leon "you really want one of those two in charge? I don't know where you got your guts from," he mock whispers. After a glare from Tala he continues, "if we pretend we escaped from the zoo, the humans will be in fear of us roaming the streets. Therefore we have them under our control," Tip explains seriously. Kem smirks slightly, putting her hands in her jumper pockets instead of leaving them folded across her chest.
"We aren't the only ones around Leon. I don't mean other weres, I mean other supernatural species," Tip adds.
Hopefully I can still join Name: Liú Jiāng (劉江） Age: 25 Race: Chinese, Reaper Looks: •Square face •Wears red, rectangular glasses •Chin-length, black hair •Minimal makeup •Sharp eyes •About 5'1" •Modest, earth-toned clothing 一Jackets, turtlenecks, dress pants, vests 一Rarely wears dresses or skirts •Pointed teeth Weapon Type: Teeth Personality: Jiāng is generally a very reserved, polite woman. She is a borderline workaholic and takes her occupation very seriously. However, around friends that she trusts, she is more easy-going. She likes to complain about other people, especially coworkers, to them. She enjoys staying organized, people-watching, and reading classic literature. She does not like using her weapon because of its indecent and strenuous nature. Although vaguely interested the creature wars, she prefers to stay on the sidelines and avoid fieldwork. Position: Head(?) of Reaper Domestic Affairs (Mmm paperwork) Bio: Jiāng grew up in a large family with a loving mother and father. After she graduated college with a BBA, she went on to become very successful in a large, American cooperation. At the age of 25, three teenage burglars broke into her high-class house. Alarmed at her presence, the burglars shot her in confusion before fleeing the scene. In the threshold between life and death, Jiāng was unable to accept her sudden death. This, combined with time, forced her into becoming neither living nor dead, but a reaper.
Leon picks up the cat and it mews. "Either way, they're running scared from an enemy they don't know." Draven: "I'm sure he'll show up eventually." Zabura smirks. "An empty stomach leads to a reckless vampire."
Tyson appears behind them making them jump as he spoke. "Bad talking me again I see." Kitty: "Tyson!" Amea shook her head as she walked away.
Zabura smirks. "You really should find something to eat. Or, if you want, I could always make you feast upon these lowly creatures." Draven: "Well, at least now we can get somewhere."
Amea glared at him. "I only eat the finest." Tyson: "I got some intel that there are vampires attacking humans in a rural."
Draven: "How many?" Zabura smirks. "You are missing out on many flavours that are not in your 'finest' ones."
Amea smirked as she eyed him. "Yours had satisfied me last time." Tyson: "Two. The Big One and his Wench." Kitty: "Oh whoopie. Not."
Tip raises an eyebrow "and if you haven't got it by now; the people they're scared of and controlled by needs to be us," Tip explains with a grin. "We don't have to go against them, we can help them if it gets them on our side," Kem adds. "Why two softies?" Tala mumbles. "You love us," Tip comments. "Yeah yeah, keep thinking that." Tala rolls her eyes but has a small smile.