Contemplation

[Waylon]

Waylon sat somewhere up-top of Lady Liberty, his head in his hands as if he were bored. He'd been spending some time waging a war against an apparent army of purse snatchers, and he was getting rather tired of that. The only thing else he could do...was find his brother and kill him. But how? Waylon wasn't nearly strong enough to take him, not alone, anyhow. Perhaps if that one werewolf that fought Huron returns to strength they could find some other people to help them. The idea was shot down as soon as he remembered that the werewolf didn't seem to particularly like him, despite the favor of the painkiller.
"Damn it, it's impossible..." he said aloud.

[Anna Renton]

"Hello!" Anna called, perched on the top of the ladies torch. She'd seen it from the docks, walked onto a boat about to leave and then climbed the statue as soon as they got to the island the green lady was built on. "Why do you look sad sad?"

[Waylon]

Waylon lifted his head, seeing a red haired girl up on the torch. "How can you tell if I'm sad or not through this mask?" he asked. Rather curious how she could tell, it kind of worried him. "But yeah, I am kind of sad. My brother is somewhere in this city - maybe you've seen, he's really really tall, eight feet or something - and it's nothing but worry."

[Anna Renton]

"I can see the sadness in your aura." She told him, standing up and walking towards him calmly. She wasn't afriade of falling, the idea that she might never even entering her head. "I saw him... he's trouble. He's full of rage and negitiy." Anna looked down... there was no way she could jump that space. "And he's hunting werewolves for bad magic."

[Waylon]

His eyes narrowed. "Are you serious?" he asked, skeptical at first about both the aura and about her seeing Huron before. "What was he doing?"

[Anna Renton]

She shrugged. "He wouldn't tell, kept talking in circles." She told him, slightly annoyed with his brother. "But it was magic.. he had a cirle and candles and he needed lycan blood. And not just any lycan blood, it had to be "Right"." She wasn't sure why he'd needed speical blood but hey, she didn't write the spell.

[Waylon]

Waylon shook his head. "I don't even know what that means...unless he's really picky about his food or something." he replied, now twice as worried.

[Anna Renton]

She shrugged again. "I don't know what it means either, but then, I've never done any kind of spell that required blood."

[Waylon]

Then, Waylon remembered something. He had to go check on something in his room in some abandoned building. He didn't like the place, it was damn right creepy, but he had nowhere else to look for solitude. "Well, sorry, but I've got to go and check on things at home. It was nice talking to you." he said, getting up to leave. He waved bye.

[Anna Renton]

Anna smiled and waved back. "until next time." Then the girl vanished, her image vanishing like mist in the morning breezes.