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Rumours, thought the traditionally cloaked man as he began the various hand gestures for an often used communication spell. At least, passerbys thought it was a man... though it was hard to tell, despite the wisps of hair hanging out of the figure's hood. Very reliable, they are. Even more reliable than runners sometimes. Pity I can't use them for this... requires less energy, it does.

A flame appeared on the tips of slim, pale fingers, burning a dark plum color, occasionally flashing lavender. Only the sensitive ears of a lone stray mutt could pick out the exact mutterings of the man. Disinterested, the dog continued on its quest for dinner.

From the tip of the flame there arose a thin tendril of smoke that, at first glance appeared to be a normal wisp of smoke. But after seeing it twist and fade between white and graphite, one could be convinced that this smoke was definitely not normal smoke. It began to drift against the wind, headed towards the headquarters of the Death Clan, bearing a message that would whisper whatever it had to say in the ears of only the leader of the Death Clan.



That sent, the figure pulled out a thin cigarette and lit it using his left hand. Like a practice natural leftie, he took a drag and sighed, letting the rest of the smoke rush off to join the message. Finished, the robed figure let the still glowing end slip from his fingers to the floor before vanishing into the darkness to wait for.. his guests. The cigarette remained on the floor, glowing a rather unusual color.

Eyes, vaguely cat shaped and the only other lit thing in the alleyway appeared as if the a cat had just woken up. It mewed softly, peering at this invader. Humans did not oft come down this way, mostly because their weak human eyes couldn't see. Humans were afraid of what they couldn't see. Most of them, at least. Curiously, the cat wandered forward a few steps towards the stranger. There was a vaguely familiar scent to him... probably one of the many places the cat had explored in the past few weeks.

But oh... there was an itch behind his furry little ear, so without any regard to what the human might be thinking, the little black cat wandered up to Chivato and began rubbing it's head on his leg.

((ooc: bah, I thought it had posted, but I guess not. >_O ))

Whomever this human was, or his afiliation, he was certainly well trained. The cat continued to rub the human's leg, weaving in between his legs while purring all the time.

As if the purr was a signal, another pair of eyes appeared from out of the darkness, followed by another and another. All of them seemed to materialize out of nothing, and all of them decended upon Chivato, each with a scratch somewhere on it's body. Their numbers seemed to keep on growing, as green eyes, brown eyes, blue eyes kept appearing out of the darkness.