Certain events had been brought to Requiem's attention and being that he was Master of the Islands as well as sworn protector and controller of the elements he saw it fit to step in with the hopes of bringing about a solution. Since it seemed that hell would not be stopped from kissing to the skies of his Island he had taken several weeks since his return to go about the plans of construction for a burn unit that if rumors prove to be true would aid in healing of the Islands inhabitants. He had been away from home for so long due to business elsewhere and in his absence it seemeda wolf pack as well as various other groups had come to know his shore as their homes as well as more of the undead.
A new kiss would be interesting, though it seemed most belonged to a man by the name of Marcus. That name alone held power and Requiem knew it to be associated with one whom was as ancient and as timeless as the stars that filled the purity of the dark heavens. -- Kalika -- A undead woman both loved, feared and banished. The Island had literally shook with her awakening. Marcus was one of her making and in time it would be his pleasure to come to be better acquainted with both of them. Some sort of understanding would have to be made with Marcus as well as the others. All in due time no need to rush such politics, for now he needed to redirect his thoughts on the hospital's proceedings but first to do that he needed to draw inner secrets from the Island and no better way to do that then with the only one true love of his life that musical instrument of inner chaos touch ed with a ever lasting lace of tranquility. His black violin or as he named it --Juliet-- .
He stood along the roof's ledge of the club known to all as Bliss for multiple reasons, it offered a nice view of the skies and it was a place that belonged to Marcus. Requiem had come in hopes to catch the male but apparently he had just missed him so later he would send out a personal invitation inviting the vampire over for a talk. Plans for playing Juliet would also go on hold it seemed when the roof door opened and out came one of his personal assistants know by the name of Claire de Valois. She was a loyal female and one whom he came to depend on but he drew the line when it came to showing a certain type of affection for he would not be trapped in a game like that. Love, tiresome human emotions in which could be used as a tool to get at him. Perhaps some where down the next eternity he would come to find this love?. But for now he was perfectly happy keeping friends close and his enemies closer.
She started to speak but was cut off just as easily with a wave of his hand. His voice came fourth like that of a rough baritone when it spilled satin across the endless space in between them.
" I already know Claire. I read it in your mind as easy as words written across paper."
" Then you know Master that we should leave now if we hope to make it in time. You are after all the guest of honor and that ribbon won't cut it's self".
" Sorry Mi amiga, it seems our time will have to be pushed back to later"
A gentle tape of calloused fingers along the cool dark of the violin's case before picked it up by the handle and offered the free hand to Claire. "Come Mi querida, let us be off" Claire didn't hesitate and with a step up she took her place beside him on the ledge laying one hand softly with in the palm of his while her free arm came up to wrap along his neck. Requiem turned his head to bestow her a rather charming smile before wrapping his arm around her petite waist and then down he fell from the ledge like that of a descending shadow thrown outwards to shield that of any on lookers. Wind would peek up causing a few palm trees to shake and with that a tickle of a whisper would be felt.
It seemed time stood still and in some sort of northern light of illusion he became that of the air. particles weaving a invisible cloak that didn't become visible again until his foot touched to the solid concrete and then he was just simply there with Claire standing beside him.
Dressed immaculate in a black dress suit, a red rose donning the pocket of his jacket. Hair of black way ward curl slicked back into a ponytail that hung gracefully down the middle of his back. A faint shadow of a beard lanced his sculpted chin and like a perfect beacon it all added with high cheek structure all in which in the end only enhanced the lilac grey of his eyes. He spoke no words just moved toward the destined place in which he was to untie the merge of a new hospital with the easy cut of a crimson ribbon.
He moved with practiced well rehearsed grace of a bewitching suitor. Black boots soundless as they trailed along the side way. His arm bent at the elbow offered to Claire who took the hint and wrapped her arm through his and together they moved and with each step the crowd before them parted as easily as the red sea had for Moses. Flashes of light took to the night with the constant click of cameras. When scissors were handed to Requiem he smiled that smile of devilish charm and turning toward his audience he raised the metal tool high in the air . His voice boomed like that of thunder when he took a moment to address the strung of people.
" Here on this fourth of July I give on to you all the gift of another hospital. One which will aid in the help of burns world wide. And a hospital that I myself can relish in being one that isn't fond of burns, if you catch my drift."
A wink was given when he took a momentarily pause before then continuing on with.
" It is my greatest pleasure and divine honor of welcoming one and all to the Saint Joseph Burn Unit. Gracias todos mis amigos, and may you all go in peace this night and join with the merriment in the night's celebration in not only our hospital's grand opening but of the Declaration Of Independence."
And with that said the ribbon was cut and the hospital opened.