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Something about this doesn't feel right Bardon thought. From when he started talking with the waitress he started to feel uneasy with the way the man was talking with the girl. Once he started becoming pushy Bardon decided to take a subtle action. Placing a finger under his scarf he bit down into his skin, drawing blood from his knuckle. Then he let his hand lay limp at his side, where a single drop of blood hit the ground. It lay there for a moment, before the small splatter of red twitched, then reformed into a single ball of blood. It rolled up to the girl, and then attached itself to the bottom of her shoe.

In the mean time the purple hair youth had gotten to the point where Bardon could see he was putting the girl through some kind of discomfort. Is he... a giffted too?, he wondered, finally stepping in to say something. However the purple haired one spoke before Bardon could confront him.

"Sorry, this reservation is only meant for two... Come and find us, if you get there in ten minutes or more, you can pay for your own damn meals,"


Then he vanished. A short series of panicked shouts came from the crowd. One minute two people were standing there, the next they disappeared into thin air. Bardon frowned. "I knew it." He turned, pick up his suit case, grabbed the white haired boy by the arm, and marched out of the building. "Come on," He said. "I think I can figure out where they went." Bardon wondered slightly to himself why he even cared. He only just met the girl, not even knowing her name in fact, and it wasn't like he had any obligations to help her. But deep down Bardon knew he had to be a better person then that. And who knows, maybe she was the person he came to the city to look for in the first place.

At any case he still had to find her. He stopped to sniff the air a bit, and slowly he could feel the presence of his blood on the girls shoe. It was faint, but he could still find which direction they went. "They're very far away." He said, sounding some what surprised. He started walking quickly in the direction the abductor had taken her. "It will takes us some time to get there on foot."