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         There was definitely something odd going on, but the young woman didn’t say anything as she set the other flowers down took the roses from the shop owner. She paid the woman and nodded her head to her slightly.

Shifting the flowers around she put the earphones back into her ears and restarted the mp3 player. Glancing out the door, she looked at the scene with a shake of her head. The living’s issues never concerned her unless of course there was something supernatural attached to their problems. The riot that was going on had nothing to do with it, so what did she care.

Turning the volume up, she took one last quick glance towards the inside of the store before heading down the street straight for the graveyard. Walking up the hill, she went until she was standing directly in front of the grave: Liam Warren.

Sitting down, she crossed her legs Indian style and placed the roses on the grave. “I miss you.” She whispered as a single tear fell from the corner of her eye. The anniversary was always the hardest, and having not been able to defeat the demon that had killed her brother tore at her conscious. It was the only real reason she still continued what he had done. She had a promise and she never broke it. One day she knew she would kill the demon that had taken her best friend.

         He heard a call. He wasn't sure what it was exactly, some sort of feeling on the edge between the conscious and the subconscious. He could tell what it was not, though: a voice, a written message, a series of images or anything else normally used to convey information. No, it was something new, something unknown. It didn't really tell him anything, either, he simply felt something. In fact, it was because he understood next to nothing about this "call" that he chose to answer it, as normally any sort of plea would be disregarded.

And as soon as he saw where it was that this call brought him, he decided it was worth his while having answered it. Rather, it was not the place - some small street in a place he didn't recognize - but the means by which he was brought there that was interesting. Teleportation, being instantly (or nigh-instantly) transported from one place to another, and with no visible means by which it was performed. It was quite impressive, and he would have liked to meet with whoever made it possible. The location of choice seemed strange, however: a very archaic-looking town which looked like it belonged in the early twenty-first century. What was so special about that place anyway?

Deciding he would find the answer upon reaching the source of the "call", Richard started moving. It wasn't long before he reached an area where some sort of riot was taking place, with people just rampaging about. Was it how this "call" affected lesser beings? He noticed how out-of-fashion their clothes looked and realized he had nothing on but his nano-suit, which wasn't exactly a common sight either. It was always better to at least try to blend in, as far as he was concerned.

He managed to obtain some brown shirt and trousers that probably passed off for normal clothes here without any trouble, save for the occasional seemingly insane person attacking him and being instantly dispatched. He didn't really care what the reason for their behavior was, if they got in his way it was their own fault. The young man had soon arrived at a small flower shop, and smirked at the sight. The place was obviously made to blend in, but now that the surroundings were in complete chaos, it remained as idyllic as it presumably was normally, completely untouched. He saw several people on the inside; he had no doubt none of them were there purely by chance, but one woman stood out. She was the one called him to that place, he knew that the instant he saw her.

"I got your call." Richard addressed Lues casually, entering the place like he owned it; that was how he usually held himself everywhere, unless circumstances demanded otherwise. He wasn't sure what was happening, and while his mind ran through hundreds of scenarios, he honestly didn't care all that much. He stated his business quite bluntly. "Why did you want me here?"