Front entrance

(best pic we could find. Just swap out Devil May Cry for Wolf's Lament.)

Before parking his bike, Alastor noticed a tape recorder and an envelope, and took them inside.

She knocked again. It was dark outside and it had started to pour. She ran the orders through her head once again, thinking of the mission at hand. "Kill the one known as Alastor Grey. Seems too simple for the price they're offering me." she thought as she waited for someone to answer the door. She was in her School uniform, and frankly thought it was a little chilly out, but glad she had longer sleeves than most of the other school girls back home.

Saeko stood in front of the door of the Wolf's Lament, almost finding it hard to leave. She had a feeling she managed to plant ideas about her into Alastor's head...but she personally didn't know if she herself had started to fall for the rugged devil hunter. "Well...we will see in due time I guess." she said softly before heading off to a near-by inn.

Rachel knocked on the front door again three times. "You sure he's home?" she asked Tom.

Tom simply grinned. "Well...just keep trying-I'll be back my lady when you need me." he said not saying anything helpful and disappearing into thin air.

Rachel blinked, turning around to T.O.M. just as he disapeared. "Wait! Come back! You traitor!" she exclaimed in frustration. She let out a large sigh, turning to face the door and tapping her head as she shook it left to right. "Help never stays when needed..." she stated to herself.

Alastor opened the door, noticing a young woman outside. To his surprise and relief, she wasn't wearing a sailor fuku, or wielding a katana. "Hi, I'm Alastor, I assume you're here to hire me for a job?"

Rachel blinked. Looking at the young man. So he's Alastor huh...for Rufus's son he doesn't really resemble him that much...thank the Gods for that. "Rather abrupt, but yes...I was wondering if I could have a word with you about it." she replied, her stature strong as a military officer's and yet somewhat elegant like an aristocrats. "May I come in?" she asked.

"Of course you may." Alastor replied, stepping aside.

Boots grind into loose pebbles, clicking and crunching against side walk as the tall, beautiful blond made her way down the street, a covered rifle slung over her right shoulder. She then paused, slowly turning on her heels before turning to face the business end of the building. She pushed down her stylish glasses, looking up at the sign which read the establishment's name. "Hmm. How quaint. Some things never change." she says with a smile before stepping back, the oval shaped lenses turning from clear to dark within moments. Looking at the building's exterior long enough, she stepped forward, towards the large double doors. "Time to find out how he's been." she says walking with a sway of her hips, hands grabbing both handles and then pulled them back. Surprisingly they were open, so she figured he was in, and stepped inside.

A letter left by Riley slipped into the entrance via the mail slot.

It had: "To Wolf or Alastor"

Inside, the contents was a cheap piece of note pad from the Shamrock Inn and scribbled hastily in Riley's handwriting was:

"Alastor, hey man. You must be at that stupid floating Casino yet, huh? Well when you ever see this, contact me. Right now, my phone's still on the fritz, its getting fixed in Danton so by the time I get there I would assume you'd be freaking out the repair girl. Anyway, you need to be careful. I was 'entertaining' a friend last night, and we were spawned into a hellscape of fire! She killed the demon responsible, but they were talking about some sort of 'harvest'. Anyway, get in touch with me when you can.

-RJ"

There was something on the back as well:

"P.S.: It fell from my pocket. My phone. Damn cave in. Oh, and happy late birthday! 18 will be fun, but keep the drinking to a minimum... not that I think you would drink, but yeah its not all that its cracked up to anyway. But the sex, it will be fun! HA HA"

A sleek limousine rolled up to the entrance of the Wolf's lament. The sun glinted off the dark tinted glass windows that even the most astute in magic or technology could see through... save those inside the vehicle. A man in his mid thirties exited the driver's side and walked over to the rear of the vehicle. He wore the uniform of a chauffeur with a bit of added security hanging just under his long coat:



The man's peaked cap shadowed his obscured eyes, the sunglasses he wore reflecting the sexy occupant of the vehicle as he turns to help her out with a white gloved hand. She steps out, one long, slender leg at a time. Her skin is dark, tanned from years in the Island sun. Long violet hair falls behind her back, her ample bosom 'bounces' when she stands at her full height of 5'9. "Thank you Dirk... you may go now, before we draw any further attention." She told the man, who silently nodded and returned to the driver's seat. She closed the door, and watched the vehicle ride off, before she stood before the massive front doors to the building.



She had her knuckles resting on each hip as she stood there, legs slightly spread out, her head looking up at the glinting windows, and her chest falling with a heavy breath, with a very attractive bounce. "Well Wolf, this is the place... lets see if he will be as eager..." The tanned woman smirked, tossing her long violet hair over her right shoulder. She approached the building swiftly, and checked the doors. They appeared locked, but being well, her, she did a little spell to allow herself entry. As she slipped her curvy butt between the narrow crack of the open door frame, she notices a letter on the ground. Picking it up, it read: "To Wolf or Alastor" upon the envelope's face. She smirked, tucking it between her cleavage before closing the door behind her.

The two made their way down the street, before noticing a large limousine blocking the way into his shop. “Shit.... looks like we’ll have to go in the back way, c’mon.” He signaled to Kisara, heading down the alley.

[from Mizuki's shop]

Kisara Westwind wrote:She blinked. "Wolf?" She says, her head tracking him as he moved his way out the door, before turning to Mizu:

"You best not scrap her!! I'll be back, with twice the pay! You see!" She says, before running after Alastor.

She tagged along behind him, her hips swaying as he lead the way. "You said something about a wolf...?" She says, before looking at the sign. "Ohhh, this place?" She says, chuckling. "I thought you meant a literal wolf!" She chuckled.

Alastor wrote:The two made their way down the street, before noticing a large limousine blocking the way into his shop. “Shit.... looks like we’ll have to go in the back way, c’mon.” He signaled to Kisara, heading down the alley.

" oooo, just the way I like it, mrow~" She purred playfully, smirking as she followed the handsome young demon slayer into the alley. Several thoughts were running through her head as she walked down with him.

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(from here)

There was a heavy knock upon the door in front of Wolf's Lament, and said knocking came from a most ironic visitor. Even for Lord Damien M. Ravencroft, the last Ravencroft on the face of the planet if one believes the rumors, found this visitation awkward even for himself. For the Ravencrofts were one of the most influential vampire houses in the vampire world, even as recognizable as house Dracul and Cain, and were well liked by the Vampire Queen Carmilla who controlled all vampire houses. In a way, this action of merely confronting the demon slayer who was affiliated and or somewhat related to the infamous vampire hunter Vincent Valor, was just... awkward.

Even for someone like me who has never cared for Vampire politics... I find my current actions rather mixed. I feel I shouldn't be here... but what other choice do I have without endangering myself? the vampire count pondered and continued knocking again.