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Orae laughs "A gun is a loud thing that fires projectiles." He put in his ear plugs then looked around "They're hard on the ears and dangerous." He looked to the goat "Friendly little thing." He looked around "Wish I understood her, but I don't speak that language." The wolferin's eyes went over Ahri "You're a claw hunter?" He stretched a bit as he thought, he couldn't have anyone be put in danger by his gun and he wasn't quite used to fighting up close.

Silver watches the crowd intently, but not saying anything.

Sawyer would make his best efforts, and they would pay off, he would push his body in another direction fearing that he didn't completely understand his new found abilities... he would run in the direction of the woods and do it at an inhuman pace, likely to be unseen, or so he hoped. He would dive into the woods and climb a tall tree, he would do this so he could look out over the town...

Unsure of what was headed to him, he waited in defense that he might be attacked... he knew it was something other than a human, how did he know? Was it that smell? Was it a sixth sense he didn't know about? What about this was familiar? If only he had an idea on what to do next... he would sit and watch... He had managed to calm down his obsession with blood... for the time...

Calvin sighed, this wasn't very helpful at all. They were still stuck. No matter what they worried about they were still stuck and he just wanted to go home. Calvin was probably having a mental breakdown, though it just looked like he was nervous. But he was stuck, stuck billions or trillions or megajillions of miles away from Moriel, and heck maybe worlds. This was so not okay. He was not okay. He was freaking out, just in a controlled sort of freak out where he was treading water underneath but on top he looked cool. Yeah, he looked cool right? He smoothed his fingers through his hair and took a relaxing breath. He could do this, he and the furkids could do this. One more deep breath and it would all go away. Damn it why didn't he have ruby slippers?

He searched for the anomaly. The odd one in an unfamiliar setting. If only he knew what was normal. Was it the man over there waiting anxiously for something? Was it the woman over there, pacing? Or was it a sudden flash of something hiding around the corner.

He paused and focused on his sense of smell. It had come to him only recently that if he concentrated, he could discern other vampires. They had the scent of old blood about them that humans distinctly lacked.

He turned and focused on the man who seemed to be a passive observer. Was that his target? The only way to know would be to approach. So he headed for the suspect-vampire.