Another Reunion [Vincent]

[†The Blood Countess†]

"Indeed," Alora placed her hands on Vincent's shoulders and rested her head atop his to see what he was doing, "just don't overwork yourself. Last thing we need is for you to sleep for weeks on end while the rest of us pace and wonder what to do in the meantime." The sweet smell of a conditioner and perfume would be enough to tell that she only just finished her shower a few minutes ago. The clothing she wore earlier was gone, replaced with jeans and a simple, black tank top. Water dripped from strands of her hair that managed to escape the coiled towel that rested atop her head and onto Vincent.

Arms draped around the vampire and she lowered herself so her head would be resting on his shoulder, "I have a few contacts as well, not many, but some; they could always assist."

[Vincent]

He nods, fingers dancing across the keyboard as his skin blazed under her touch. An odd relationship they had to his mind, but he had no time to dwell and what might or could be. "Any allies we can get we'll need. They have the older warriors and at least one demon I know of, good guy too. We a little outmatched right now, but this is my game their playing, and no one knows it better." he says with a dark chuckle.

"Not only was I knighted, but during King Leonidas's time, I was a highly respected general and tactician, only my brother coming close to matching me. If he's thrown in with the Blood Dynasty..."he pauses, frowning, "We can expect casualties. Myself included. I have no doubts that I can beat my brother, but he might keep me occupied sufficiently for someone to take me." he says, shaking his head as he modified the schematics before him.

[†The Blood Countess†]

"Don't talk like that," Alora responded and slipped away from Vincent, "you're not dying on my watch. So stop this stupid talk of you passing on soon, alright?" The vampire pulled off the towel and shook out her wet, black mane. Eva was probably on the computer again doing what she usually did from checking the security system to making sure that all was well within the huge library that he owned. It amazed her sometimes how big that place was.

"On a side note, I know of a necromancer who could help us out. Goes by Rowen. He's against The Blood Dynasty, and is more than willing to help." Too bad the guy was such a fucking sour puss. It was only the mention of a future war that got his interest in the first place. "I can probably call up a few other assassins who were against the guild I was in too. They aren't as good as I, but they may suffice." Alora took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, her arms folded.

[Vincent]

He shrugs, "I'm thinking realistically! If my death means that everyone else can live, I'll gladly take that!" he says in frustration, turning to her now. "I don't want to die, nor do I plan on it, but it MIGHT happen. I've lived long enough in this world, more than ten of your lifes. If I can save everyone I will."

He pauses, "...By any means needed." he says, turning back to the computer. He didn't want to die, not by any means, and her unwillingness to even consider the possibility irked him. She was accustomed to death, he shouldn't mean so much to her that it would disable her if at a fatal moment she tried to protect him, instead of treating him as an equal and trusting him to look after himself. It was a weakness they could ill afford.

"Make the calls, we need all the help we can get." he says softly, turning back to her and rising to hold her. "Believe me Alora, I don't plan on dieing, you have to trust me to look after myself and to survive as I always have. But we need to be prepared for anything that might happen. My brother is almost as good as I am afterall." he says softly.

[†The Blood Countess†]

Alora flinched at Vincent's outburst, "...I'm sorry," she whispered and looked away from him, her visage becoming void of emotion-typical of an ex assassin. Yes, she was used to death, but not the deaths of those she truly cared for. It happened a few times in the past, and thus, she had cut herself off getting close to someone. It was a natural response in her guild and it was something she adapted to rather quickly. Close relations would get you killed a lot quicker than most.

Yeah, sure. I'll make them within the hour," she mumbled, "I might just get to their voicemail but they'll get back to me eventually. They always do." The Night Angel looked at him as he held her and her features softened as a result, "I know, but...the thought of losing you is almost unbearable. You'd give your life to save the world," her hand gently brushed aside locks of his hair, "and I'd give my life to save yours. You showed me that life is worth living, that smiling and laughing is not a waste of time but a true joy." Alora smiled, "You made me realize that I should take chances again and open myself up again."

"And for that, I thank you, and I owe you more than you think."