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"Thirty five annulments, thirty five bloody annulments! With no follow up in court! Don’t you see it?!” The young researcher’s eyes widened with joy when she emerged from her room, it seemed as though yet another epiphany had hit her this morning. Her hair was tangled up in knots, and the collar of her polo wrinkled. Both clear indicators of the fact that she hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night, not that she ever did. Nonetheless, the high functioning sociopath remained oblivious to her habits, and instead continued on with her tangents; pacing around the room while doing so.

“It’s been right here! What we’ve been looking for, why, this is only the tip of the ice berg! I’m thinking Sirens, Hellhounds, Ghouls, even the useless bloody wraiths! All of them!”
Upon receiving no response from her audience, Dajana paused, and eyed the crowd. Letting out a dreary sigh, the blonde allowed her arms to fall loosely at her sides.

“Of course you don’t see it, how nice it must be to have such blank slates for minds. Why, Locke would be proud of you!”

Somewhere in the middle of her ranting and pacing, the blonde had begun abusing the furniture in their loft, slamming every table top in search of a pen. She generally didn’t need to put anything down on paper; her eidetic memory did that for her. However, on this occasion, she had uncovered something which couldn’t wait. The moment she felt a pen underneath her slender fingers, Dajana grasped it and began drawing on the white table top. She was half aware of the lecture that was to come from their lieutenant about keeping things neat, and the china in one piece. Regardless, Dajana continued to sculpt a graphic organizer, surely their brains could handle as much.

The moment she was done, Dajana held up the plastic table for the rest of the reapers to see.
“We have here annulments, thirty five of them in the matter of a week. Not just any week, mind you, this week. The week that those bloody demons are running rampant in our town, I for one, can name two demons that can’t help themselves if they want to get in someone’s pants.”

A smug smile spread across her face, and the researcher began twirling her pen around her fingers.

“I smell sirens, and I smell a ditz. When there’s a ditz, there’s always a ghoul to balance him out.”

The smile quickly disappeared, however, and was replaced with a frown. The researcher flung the pen across the room, in a rather careless gesture. And, after scratching her head for what seemed like the millionth time that day, she hopped on top of the glass table that the lieutenant treasured oh so much. Without caring much for her audience, Dajana immediately crossed her legs and fell into a state of meditation.

“What is here…Why marriage, he wouldn’t allow it? He has planned everything, who you ask? My twin of course, he has planned everything that bloody ghoul; the only question that remains is ‘what?’”

Dajana paused, and immediately her jaded orbs snapped opened, sharply focusing on the lamp in front of her.

“Blood thirst, a revolution, a troubled childhood and a lack of control. W H A T, is in this town, which gives him such control? Other than Sylvia, I mean of course he wants to murder Sylvia but, what…Is he hiding?“

When she finally looked up at the rest of the group, Dajana immediately felt a tense vibe passing through. It was then that she finally glanced at the lieutenant, Sylvia's cheeks indicated that her temperature had dropped drastically from when she had first emerged to now. Her dialogue was fast paced, rushed as though she wanted to hide a deep dark secret her speech may reveal. Nonetheless, Dajana caught it. The condition of Sylvia's blazer was slightly wrinkled, she had rushed out of her room, the dark frightened her. There was only reason any of them would be scared of the dark, it was the nightmares. Of course.

"Do tell Sylvia, how horrific was the nightmare this time around?" the researched questioned the lieutenant in a quirky manner, then jumping off the glass table in search of her tablet.

"A map, I need a map, this needs to be graphed out." It was clear that the young researcher was growing more and more flustered by the second.

The moment she got a hold of her robotic friend, Dajana plopped down next to the captain, and pointed to a map which had been crowded with red flags. She began circling her finger around the screen in attempts to narrow down the radius. He could deal with the emotions, the researcher didn't have time for those, emotions weren't things she felt very often. In fact, before this whole demons running rampant deal, her inability to sympathize with others left her friendless. Which was all fine by Dajana, she preferred her own company.

After she had narrowed it down to four spots, Dajana began pressing down on each one of them.

"I say we leave now, we're running out of day light cap'n."