Human Nature [O P E N]

[Gwen Azalea Constantine !]

The air seemed to grow heavier and heavier as Gueneverre stood in the middle of Downtown. She knew how dangerous it was to be here, especially since she was alone right now. But her vision had showed her here. Showed that she needed to be here at this time, this exact spot. Something important was awaiting her here. What that something was, was well beyond her. Her visions only showed her parts of what she really needed to know. And they where not always clear in where and what they wanted her to do. But she never questioned them. They always helped her in the end so she didn't question them. She was curious as to know who she would be meeting here. Sometimes it was an enemy, sometimes an ally. All she knew was that this time her vision had been insistant upon her being here.

Gwen only prayed that her twin sister had no idea what she was doing here. Cassy wasn't as understanding of her visions as she was. Then again Gwen was not a helpless bi-stander. There was a reason she had lived for two hundred years and had not been captured or killed. For one, she could see the future. She could expand her molecules so she could disappear. She could communicate with the deceased. She could overload another persons mind causing alot of pain, she could create concussion beams. And last but not least she could kill someone with a single kiss. Gwen was definatly not a helpless young woman though she definatly appeared to be.

She was a natural born leader. Which was why people followed her even though being caught meant certain death. Or in Gueneverre's case, torture before death. Gwen didn't fear death as she could, easily speak with them. Death didn't seem all that bad though she knew she had to stay alive for the simple reason that she had others depending on her. The people following her would fall apart if they either lost her or Cassy. They where the glue that held them together. It was quite flattering to say the least on how she veiwed the subject, but other than that, things couldn't be much more simple. Gueneverre shuffled back and forth on her feet as she looked down the alleyway. It was growing much later, though it was already dark. Cassy would discover that she was gone soon and would most likely be angry that she hadn't told her that she was leaving. Then again, Gwen was sure she would understand.

Gwen's attention immidiatly turned to above her and she smiled lightly despite the fact she couldn't see who it was that was above her. "I've been waiting for you..." She said softly as she pushed her small and lithe body away from the wall she had been leaning against for the past five minutes. Gwen glanced down at her wrist watch before letting out a small giggle. "Your late. Or maybe i'm early." She shrugged before placing her hand on her hip and waited for whoever it was she was supposed to see, to come down.

[Grim Ai Albacore]

He took a deep breath leaving her was the hardest thing he ever did. And yet he continued to do it over and over again with out fail. His eyes took on a deeper darker meaning as he walked along the streets. It had only been two thousand years and still he couldn't just let her go. He wanted her. But she wanted nothing to do with him, and more importantly... Her brother was a problem. Her brother the main reason she couldn't of been with him. The main reason for his pain. Her brother.

Grim took in another depressing deep breath and looked away from where he was. His eyes driffted to a poor soul on the roof, washing his pain away with a liquor bottle. It was only seconds that he found him self face to face with the new form of death. the man pleeded but Grim's eyes were not open for plees and cries of mercy. His teeth slowly sank into the man's neck where they rested for fifteen minutes as the old vampire drained the porr soul. It was only a mater of time befor he was either cought or killed.

The body fell to the floor and for a second Grims eyes were softened by the simple bliss feeding brought any vampire. He cleaned his chin with his chefane shirt and then let it rest. It was only a few seconds but it still made the meal wroth while. A second sent filled the air as he neared the egde of the roof. Had Mishima followed him? No. This was a girl. A differant girl. He stared till she spoke.

"I've been waiting for you..."

Waiting? his eyes narrowed as the red glisened from the moon light. Surely this could prove intresting enough, but what in the world would she be waiting for him. Perhapps she wanted to die, most did. He took another step and paused.

"Your late. Or maybe i'm early."

Cocky little thing. He watched as she moved around. He took a step off the roof and landed with added grace. He paused befor taking a step forward and then stopped not saying one word.

[Mishima Satoshi]

As the sun began to fade, Satoshi was hard at work trying to wrap up discussions with a Russian business partner with whom he had been dealing with for a number of weeks. The Russian bear of a man was stubborn, and was doing all that he could to get as much as he could out of the deal. As the two spoke over a cup of coffee at a nearly empty Starbucks not too far from the Mishima tower down town.

In reality, Satoshi hated coffee, especially the smell. Needless to say being in a coffee shop had Satoshi in a particularly foul mood. All of the negativity running through Satoshi’s mind could be easily fixed however, because if he could put the finishing touches on this deal, he would be bringing in billions of dollars and expanding his fathers empire further into Eastern Europe.

Not that he would ever venture so far north as Russia. Although he did love the snow, the dreary atmosphere of Russia’s grey skies and permafrost soil was actually somewhat depressing for Satoshi. Russia was simply too cold all the time--the Mishima enjoyed variety in his life. That and he despised the Russian language and culture. I was a strange fusion of Western and Eastern civilization, it seemed oddly put together for him.

This was the same Russian business partner with whom Satoshi was meeting with before his interesting encounter with Grim Ai Albacore. He wasn’t sure what to think of the ancient vampire, he seemed intriguing enough, but distant as well. As the words of the large Russian man went in one ear and out the other, he pondered over some of the things that were said. Sudddenly, his thinking was interrupted by his name.

“Mr. Mishima? Did you hear me Mr. Mishima?” The man said as Satoshi snapped back to reality.

“I said I would like to end our partnership. I feel that this business relationship has been a waste of my time for the past few years, and it’s just not profitable for me anymore.” His accent was as thick as his dark beard. “I understand that my family has always had a good relationship with you, but I simply don’t need you any longer. I’m sure you understand. It’s just business.”

Satoshi raised a brow, his face twitched as if for but a fraction of a second he had lost his cool demeanor, his icy cold eyes squinted as if he was trying to understand what the man was saying. “Such a shame, Mr. Bosklocovic. Such a shame.” He said calmly.

Satoshi stood up, the wooden chair sliding from behind him. He nonchalantly lit a cigarette. The woman working at the counter looked at him in a confused manner, as if to say, ‘you can’t smoke in here’.

“I’ve been trying to remain civil, Mr. Bosklocovic, but appears you have thrown civility out the window. You see I already have a signed contract from you which reads that in the event of the sudden loss of its chairman, Bosklocovic Incorporated becomes absorbed by the Mishima Zaibatsu. Perhaps you should be more like your father and not be so quick to sign contracts. It seems as though it is I who does not need you.” He said with a wicked grin. “Its just business.”

Moments later a the gargled screams of a man and a woman were heard as Mishima walked out of the coffee shop, blood dripping down a metallic talon extending from is left index finger before it retracted into his hand. Satoshi dialed his phone, he spoke in Japanese.

“Ozawa-sama, the Russian deal fell through. Yes. We will require a clean up.” Satoshi said as he switched the open sign to closed on the front door of the shop.

As Satoshi flicked the embers of his cigarette to the ground and place sunglasses on his face, he saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. It was Grim Ai, who he had seen last night. It seemed as though fate had crossed their paths once more. With nothing better to do, he followed him as he turned a corner.

“It seems as though destiny has crossed our paths once more, Ai-sama.” Satoshi said before he heard the voice of a female. “Apologies! Am I interrupting something?” He said with a grin as he put out the butt of his cigarette on the wall, dropping it to the ground.

[Gwen Azalea Constantine !]

A low smile played on Gueneverre lips as she had been listening to the feeding of the man above her. It didn't make her flinch in the least just because of the fact that she had seen it to many times. Vampire's where creatures of this world as well and they needed blood to survive. It was only the slave and master thing that really irritated her. Gwen lifted her head in defiance as she watched the man whom she had seen in her vision step forward without a word. She cocked her head to the side in a cute and childish fashion before rolling her eyes. "You're not the one from my vision.."

Gueneverre said in her cold voice. She wasn't one for formalities. She looked all cute and harmless but on the inside she was just a little hellion who would bite your head off at any turn that you pissed her off. Gwen was not a person that you messed with. She was a natural leader, and a damn good one. Gwen knew from her vision that they would win, but her vision had also led her here to a man. Was she supposed to die in order for that to come true? She surely hoped not but in any case she was here now and she would find out sooner or later whether or not she was here for something good or something bad.

In the next moment a second voice sounded out and Gwen turned her attention to the second man. The man whom she had seen in her vision. A soft smile played on Gwen's lips as she instantly recognized him. She wasn't sure how she hadn't known who it was from her vision but she knew who he was now. "Mishima Satoshi. What a pleasure it is to finally meet you. I'm certain you know who I am?" Gueneverre said as she moved away from the wall and bowed her head in respect as she usually did when meeting another Immortal such as herself. Gwen knew all and saw all. Not much that was important got past Gwen. "My vision led me here to you. Would you like to tell me why? Because quite frankly I have not a clue." She said with a slight childish giggle that she couldn't seem to restrain.

[Grim Ai Albacore]

"Your sister won't be too happy if she were to learn of this." he spoke in a deep under-lying tome that read more into his dark personality. he looked to the side to see Mishima and then heard the girl speak once more, this time not to him but to Mishima him self. He waited for her to finish and then spoke. "No, my apologies. It seems I am the interrupter." He bowed lightly.

Well this was unexpected. His head slowly turned to look at Mishima and then at the girl. He was unneeded and for now his tastes would leave his thirst still open. there would be another time when the two would meet, clearly. "Mishima-san. Ms. Constantine." His eyes slowly closed as he took a step back and left the two to talk in peace. it was clear he was unwanted just by the girl's thoughts, no matter he could do other things, for one leaving.

[[It is short but only because he left to give you two some privacy. enjoy.]]

[Mishima Satoshi]

"You're not the one from my vision.."

Satoshi’s left brow formed an arch as he listened to the female voice, who seemed displeased when his new acquaintance crossed her path. In fact, she sounded rather disappointed in her response to his silence, one might even view her tone as rude--although Satoshi did like his women to have a little bite... as long as she had the bite to back it up. As he rounded the corner and made eye contact, he knew immediately by her innocent gaze that she was a rather attractive individual.

"Mishima Satoshi. What a pleasure it is to finally meet you. I'm certain you know who I am?"

Well know this was awkward. It appeared as though this mysterious female had him at a disadvantage... she knew his name but he didn’t seem to know hers. His immediate response would have been a blunt ‘no’ assuming that she needed to be taken down a notch for assuming that her reputation mattered at all to Satoshi Mishima, but this one was far to pleasant on the eyes to treat so unkindly.

As he listened to her speak, Satoshi ran possible scenarios as to why the woman was so certain that he would know who she was. A past lover perhaps? He had too many of those to keep track of, but then again, he felt as though he would remember this face. SHe didn’t work at the Mishima Tower did she? Perhaps she was his secretary’s secretary? If so, shouldn’t she be at work filing papers? THen again if he did recall, his secretary’s secretary was neither caucasian nor a female. He squinted behind dark glasses.

Think bigger Satoshi...

He thought to himself, recalling a list of faces and names that his most trusted Mr. Ozawa had put together of important people to know in this city concerning his business with XIII Hitsugi. Being the leader of the group it would be important to know of the leaders of the other factions, right? Now it was coming back to him, remembering Kyouji’s vulgar remarks over the fact that she was a twin, her sister was beside her on the list. They were the leader of the Constantine faction.

This one’s name started with a ‘G’. Genevieve? No, that was his maid’s name. Gwendolyn? Close, but it didn’t sound right. Ah yes, Gueneverre Constantine. The one with powers of mindfuckery comparable to his own. An Immortal and co-leader of an anti-vampire movement. If anything, Grim should have been fearful, her group was particularly ruthless. Although their ultimate goal and purpose seemed like a waste of time for Satoshi, he admired the way they got things done.

But back to the task at hand...

“Yes... Gueneverre Constantine. Of course I know who you are. And might I add, looking lovely as ever.” Satoshi said, ever the flirt, as he reached out for her hand. “I’m afraid I can not answer that question, Miss Constantine. If you, who is all knowing, doesn’t know that what could you expect of me?” He said with a grin forming on his lips.

[Gwen Azalea Constantine !]

A small laugh passed Gueneverre's lips as she looked up at Satoshi, she didn't know what to think of him. He was definatly a powerful man, this much she knew but not much else did she know about him. He was definatly cocky from what she could tell with the grin on his face. If he had heard of her then he had heard of her gifts therefore knew that she could easily destroy his brain and kill him in one look. Which made her own grin appear on her face. After calling her lovely she was also reminded that he was well known as a womanizer of some sorts. "Are you still the womanizer Mr Satoshi?" Gwen replied as she lifted her head in her cute and defiant little way.

It was well known the Gueneverre Constantine had a bit of a temper and was a defiant little bugger. Gwen closed her eyes as she tried to think what would bring the two of them together. Her visions where not clear on what they usually wanted yet she followed them anyways. A soft yawn escaped Gwen's lips as she thought back on her day. This was definatly an interesting twist to say the least.

Gwen liked to keep things interesting in her life. It was one of the reason's that she had actually become a leader against the Vampire's. The other reason's where her own, though for the most part, to waste time in this world that seemed to hold no preferance for time in the young looking immortal's eyes. It seemed that Gwen had stopped ageing just after she turned eighteen and she was forever trapt in the adept and beautiful body of the final year of a teenager. Gwen tossed her long coal black hair from her eyes to cascade down her back. Her shiny black hair was almost pin straight though more towards the bottom it seemed to have a bit of a curl.

Time..

Time held no meaning to Gwen. She had stopped caring about time when she had realized at the age of thirty-six that she still looked the same as she had so many years ago. Time was a very fickle thing. It seemed to pass you by in the blink of an eye. In the next moment Gwen heard something above her she looked up to see two vampire's dropping down from the roof. A soft sigh passed Gwen's lips as she muttered. "Do these fools ever learn.." Gwen was a prime target for any and all vampires. She meant to end their period of reign and reinstate the power to the humans. As the two landed with a thud on either side of her she said to them. "How rude, I was having a conversation." before she raised her arms towards both vampire's and released to Concussion beams at them knocking them away from her.

Before she looked at the one to her right who had smashed into a dumpster she glared at him using her Psionic blast on his instead of another concussion beam. He screamed in pain and held his head. A low sadistic smirk played on her lips before the screams died instantly. Her normally bright blue eyes where a cloudy grey as she turned her attention to the other and did the same only killing him much more quickly. Gwen took a moment to compose herself so when she looked at Satoshi she wouldn't cause him any pain by mistake. When she looked back at him the cloudy grey was starting to return to the bright saphire blue. "Now what where we talking about?" She said with a smile.