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Vanity nodded, but then a question popped into her head, "You don't live here with anyone else? It's quite a large house after all." She said as she looked around the place and turned back towards him. It's hard to believe that this young man lived alone. Even though Vanity had just met him, she couldn't help but wonder what a mystery he was.

Out of nowhere he comes and "rescue" her from her prison, he lives in such a big house alone with the exception of the company of his maids and buttler, and he is more then just kind to her, a slave. Vanity had a feling she would soon find out more about him, after all they had just met for barely one day, so she refrined from asking anything else.

After Sythe had left Vanity could of swore she saw something glint in his eyes when he was talking about that subject of the someone. She knew she shouldn't have asked.

Vanity turned to enter her new room and get cleaned up as she dance and hummed to herself along the hollow halls of the mansion. She turned back to look at the retreating form of Sythe walking away, You may be able to read minds Sythe....but i can read emotions.

Vanity was idlely walking down the halls after taking a nice warm bath. SHe was humming to herself and did a usual twirl of her white dress, but the next twirl was stopped mid-way when she smelled an inticing aroma from downstairs, hmmm, spices and...something sweet. Curry? She continued to hum and skipped down the large stair cases to look for the kitchen. She found it and entered a kitchen filled with a smell that hit her so fast she almost felt light headed.

She just continued to hum as she looked around trying to find Sythe, as he said she was to meet him down here.

Vanity just nodded as she continued to hum. She walked towards him and a gave a full hearted smile."You cook? And no i don't mind curry, my father used to cook it a lot." Vanity said as she looked to the side trying to avoid his face as she spoke of her father. She didn't even know why she brought him up. She never talked about him in front of anyone.

OOC

I P.Med it to her and she said she'd get it up as soon as possibel and it's still not up... stare , but here is a picture. I got it from the manga full moon and "Vanity" is just 14 if you want to know.

[[@Ai: Syth is busy a lot, and so she tends to overlook a few small things. It's not her fault, she's just got a lot on her plate.

If you'd like, you can PM me your profile and I'll put it up for you.]]

Although the young man only had limited experience with people attempting to break into his mind, the youth could tell immediatly that the girl had a certain gift for hacking into other's thoughts. A shadow of a smirk flit across his calm features, speaking as calmly as ever. "Oh nothing important. You've proved my half-statement correct already."

Smiling idly, the Vampire's eyes dilated fully, concentrating his mind in multiple places at once. First, he set up his defenses to hold for the existing attack, deciding to keep her battering until a new strategy was formed on her part. Next, he reached out with his mind once again, making sure to keep a segment of concentration on defense. Mustering what strength he could, Zhin lashed out sharply at her weakened defenses, knowing full well that the vast majority of her concentration was focused on jabbing at his own defenses. "Now try seperating your mind's eye, focusing on defense and attack at the same time. If your attack faulters too much, my defenses will turn to offense. If your walls aren't given enough though, they'll be crushed, and I'll be in your memories for as long as I'd like." The man's voice was still as tranquil as ever, though held a note to it that suggested a challenge.

Gunther opened the door to the mansion, praying for the umpteenth time that this would be his last visit. He needed to get out of his funk with Tii'gra... become friends with another being. He'd been in this cycle too long. He needed to break free.

He slowly went down the stairs, slowly drinking in the sight before him. Thousands of marble cages, lined up in neat little rows, each with a slave in them. He looked over the rows, and found one that looked especially promising. All black ribbons. A small, morose smile came across his lips. He'd always had an attraction to the black ribbons. He slowly made his way down the aisle, looking at each out of the corner of his eye. But one made him stop. A redhead caught his eye...

Gunther nodded, deciding this was the one he'd try. He got the seller in the aisle and commented in a very business-like voice, "I'll take this one. No ifs, ands, or buts, just give me the price. I'll pay cash." When Gunther was given the price for the young foxboy, he handed the cash to the dealer, who immediately opened up the foxboy's cage. Gunther walked over to the cot and nodded. "Hello, my name is Gunther. And you are...?"