267 Reima not normal? Gasp!

Talicia/Ciri \"What!\" they shout as they hear Reima, even Nerissa in her bunny form stares up at him in surprise.

Reima scratches the back of his head, \"What? You think I was doing nothing outside the whole time?\"

Talicia \"I though you were watching the wizards.\"

Ciri continues to look at him shocked and not quite sure if he's being truthful. She was soundly defeated by three of them, and here he is claiming that he not only survived verses one hundred of them but also seems to be suggesting that he had a hand in whittling them down to seven.

Reima \"No, after I told that Hacan-whatever to fuck off he told them all to attack me.\"

Talicia continues for him \"And you successfully escaped?\"

Reima \"And I cut down around fifty before the Auror's forced them inside the Manor...\"

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...

Everyone just continues to stare blankly at him, none of them could believe what he was saying, it just sounded so incomprehensibly ridiculous that they might find more sense in a children's story book.

Ciri \"Reima, can you tell me honest?... What are you?\"

Reima tries to brush off the question, \"Just a Witcher.\" but if immediately rebuffed by Ciri, \"No, you're not. I've seen Geralt bleed before, on many occasions in-fact. And on not one of them did he ever bleed lava!\" she almost shouts as she recalls his blood burning the ground on impact.

Reima sighs, \"Look, you don't want to know... Maybe in future I'll tell you but for now this will remain my secret to tell. Let's leave it on that.\"

Ciri seems as if she wants to push the issue further but is fortunately interrupted by Talicia. \"It seems that we have a bigger problem than I had initially first thought. If my family had sent one hundred people then they're already incredibly desperate, I don't know to what lengths they are willing to go...\"

Reima \"Well, with one hundred men down they're forces can't be that strong... Can they?\" he asks not knowing the average strength of vampire house's.

Talicia \"One hundred will hurt them but it's only a part of their forces, before we were bound to the Manor they had around one thousand or so members, most were grunts tasked with kidnapping acceptable thralls but there are some extremely capable members with unique abilities.\"

Reima \"Err, like controlling shadows and blood?\" he asks sheepishly.

She nods, \"Indeed, those traits are common with many rarer sub-variants but they would still be highly valued in vampire society.\"

Reima \"Yeah, so, err... I may have killed a few, no, quite a lot of these \"Ability users\"... But this is a good thing right?\"

Talicia holds her head in her hands, \"Not at all...It's good they don't know what you look like otherwise you would be hunted to the ends of the earth.\"

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Reima \"Yeah, so, the thing with that is... They already probably know of me, since one that attack Ciri escaped...\"

Ciri \"That should be fine, you used your staff to fight them off did you not? They won't match you with the sword user that slaughtered many of their forces... And in the first place, was there any survivors?\"

Talicia \"Not likely, but the houses are not stupid... They'll investigate the wizards news outlets, due to your involvement it's likely they'll put a bounty on your head.\"

Reima \"Not my head, Ornstein's.\" he says while chuckling, the others don't know what's so funny but the thought of Ornstein utterly decimating an army of vampires amuses him too much to stop.

The trio continue to discuss plans for the immediate future, with the safehouse being relatively nearby Reima is confident that he can get Talicia and Nerissa inside without much fuss. And so they await nightfall, it only takes an hour for the sun to finally set and blanketing the lands in darkness. Ciri peeks through the curtain and sees dark streets below, looking back she nods, \"It's time to leave.\"

Reima hands \"Snuffles\" to Talicia and gives her a pair of glasses to wear, to conceal of obviously vampiric eyes from wizards and muggles alike. Tom has a confused expression when unfamiliar people follow Reima and Ciri out the door but shrugs, as long as he gets paid it's not his problem.

Three people, one holding a black rabbit with red eyes walk onto the now dark and lonely streets of London. outside the leaky cauldron many cloaked individuals appear to be waiting for someone, they don't bother the group as they pass by, only taking cursory glances to identify them.

The group calmly walk through the streets, the only people around seem to be wayward drunks, similar to Brimsby if you exclude the larger amount of them.

As they walk Reima cannot help but feel they're being watched, he turns around while flaring his Observation Haki to try and spot anything suspicious but has no luck. For the rest of the journey he has a niggling feeling but just can't seem to spot anything, eventually they reach what seems to be a residential area with many old buildings present. They walk down the street and come across a truly ancient looking building, it looks as if it hadn't been renovated for, well \"thousands\" of years. It's structure is reminiscent of old Victorian designed, if it ever had paint then Reima couldn't notice. Funnily enough there doesn't seem to be any damage to it's structural integrity, no mould, no damage and no visible signs that any had visited, not even the smallest sign that'd suggest this place had ever been touched, let alone inhabited.

Talicia \"43 Elur street.\"

Reima, \"strange name, is it french?\" he asks conversationally.

Talicia \"Not that I know of, Ambrose had said I'd understand in future...\"

Ciri cuts in \"Well lets go inside shall we?\"