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Wesley wasn't happy. Kalasin didn't care. She was propped up in full shine, working on a nice tan using a sun mirror. Wesley was sitting underneath an umbrella glaring out at the people. He could only see while he was in the shade. He was watching the surfers. He noted that they weren't really that good at it. He didn't surf much, but he was better than the current surfers though.He knew that much. Each and every one of those surfers looked as if they had something to prove. It detracted from their overall performance. He sighed and his image flickered for little more than half a second. All the surfers were suddenly trying to surf without boards, falling into the water, tumbling with the waves. Their boards were all lined up on the beach, stuck neatly into the sand in a row. It was fun to watch each of the surfers try to regain their board, only to find it not there. And then the wipe-outs. And their attempts to swim in a wave. Commendable, yes, but ultimately useless as it swept them away.

Wesley didn't have much reaction. "Not very surprising. It was not a matter of if, in my mind, but a matter of when. His mind was not suited for leadership. So the matter of the day is now to find a replacement for him." To those that knew him, they would be able to tell that he was fixing to go into his logical monologues. Not many people left alive knew him that well. Kalasin, who had been listening up until this point, now, unobtrusively, stopped listening and only appeared to be listening. "First thought lends to believe that it would be the second in command to be the new leader. Surveying that prospect, however, shows that it is not a good choice. One of Virgil's many mistakes. The second in command is too young to become a leader in a race where age is a considerable recommendation. So that rules out that choice. Next prospect that comes to mind is myself. I refuse to take it. I've been through that rigamarole before of being a leader and I did not find those prospects appealing. I'm more suited for the political role. More notably, the assassin prospect of the political role. I don't do 'leadership.' Moving along to another prospect, we behold you. No offense, but you are much like me, in my perspective, preferring to take orders than giving them. You also suffer from being youthful, but your age over the other young vampires makes you a more appealing prospect than the second. Taking our notice to our forth prospect, Rishi. She actually seems like a more logical choice, though she is another assassin, much like myself, but she seems to have more of a craving for power than either of us." He had started swirling his hand in the air vaguely. His voice had dropped into a monotone that would remind people of a dull philosophy teacher that they had trouble staying awake in his class. He did it intentionally, trying to get people's minds to relax so that they more readily agree with him, vaguely, while their eyes glaze over and nod occasionally, trying to fool him into believing that they are actually listening to him. "Next prospect is Mercury." He paused to actually consider this one. "None in their right mind would let her be the faction leader. We'd all be mad by the end of the day." He shook his head, trying to remove that evil thought from his head. "Moving along, we bring our prospect to Kalasin." At the mention of her name, Kalasin became a little more attentive. "She's not a true vampire, retaining her soul and walking in the daylight. And having a split personality makes her a very unreliable leader. She is also just as young as the current second in command." She threw an oyster at his head. It connected. He went to the ground and became disoriented at the impact, no longer able to think clearly. He could no longer think about the last prospect that he had had in his mind, not even being able to think of his name.
Kalasin was unconcerned with it. She went back to her sun bath. It had struck her hard, what he had said. Mainly because it was mostly true. She had known that she hadn't been a valid prospect for the new leadership of the vampires, but having it stated so bluntly by one who was so close to her... that just stung like a knife through her still beating heart. And she had a suspicion that he had said it on purpose.
Wesley had, and thought she deserved the verbal abuse since she had dragged him way out here to the beach where he had to steal surfboards for entertainments.

The daze that Kalasin had sent him into started to wear off after a short bit. In time to hear Raide's query. "I do not know that," he said, shrugging his shoulders in the sand. He sat up wearily, lightly rubbing his head where the oyster had struck him. It wasn't damaged... Or if it had been, it had repaired itself already. "The consequences for the actions of the assassin will be up to the leniency of the new regent of the vampire faction. Good or bad." He regarded Raide with a scholarly air. "The new leader might choose to reward the assassin for the work he did, removing the need for he or she to do the work themselves. A few other factions might even choose to reward him themselves, decapitating our leadership and thus weakening us for a time. The future isn't sure and neither is it set in stone. We can only wait and see what will happen, shan't we?" He waved his hand, trying to indicate the unsure future, but he seemed unsure where to indicate it at.

Miami walked onto the sand and saw Raide, Wesley, and Kalasin. She grinned and tiptoed up behind Raide and hugged her from behind. "Boo!" She grinned. "Sup!" She smiled. "So, what are you talking about guys? You don't have to tell me if you don't want. I'm fine with it."