"That's good. Though I hope you don't run into anything not alive. Like a lamp post." Karine giggled a bit at the thought of her spotting a vampire. It might be strange to look at the Nosferatu and for Karine to seem almost....dead. Like void. Something devoid of life and of energy rather than with it. Perhaps in something of a crowd, Karine would have sticked out more as this empty, human shaped figure which lacked psionic presence or evidence of a soul. Like a spec of dirt on a light bulb. Something so dark and empty looking that it might stick out some places and be nearly invisible in others.
Though the other "Noble" vampires did seem to be much closer to humanity than they. A funny thought to her would be if they did so register under life forces. The bunch of self-entitled pricks they are. Along with their group of attack dogs so content to be held on a leash. No matter. From what was demonstrated, Megan stood a good chance against either. In her eyes, it might make getting perhaps maybe a little attached to her more worth it.
The girl seemed rather melancholy. And the brief lapses of her expression prompted the almost animistic head tilt as she looked upon her curiously, as she made her choice. But it was replaced soon after with delight as she came into Karine's arms.
The woman's wings enshrouded the two. Enormous enough to briefly blot out the moonlight around the two. "I wouldn't dream of it." With that she began to levitate, laughing at Megan's next comment. "Oh I can imagine. With powers like yours, it must be quite the inconvenience." The wings open up with and with a single flap, they begin to ascend. "Though I will admit, I would love to see you in action"
With an almost evil grin she flaps powerfully.
The rushing of air, as Karine's currently weightless body rapidly ascends, passing by a dozen floor sin a few moments. For some the air might be hard to breath, like sticking your head out of a window in the the highway. Going higher and higher. Until they miss the top of the building entirely and up somewhere half it's length above it. And then almost like a fall, they stop abruptly as she spreads out her wings to break. A sudden stop. Much like the end of impact. Not quite the same or anywhere nearly as painful. But it was a little bit above the run of the mill rollar coaster.
"I hope that was enough." Karine says, beginning to twirl slowly without any apparent need to flap her wings in order to hover. The children do indeed follow, but they must manually climb up the skyscraper. But with it being so dark, people don't seem to notice. The windows open and the kids crawl into their respective room. Close inspection revealed activities including but not limited to wrestling, jumping on beds and gathering in crowds to watch various movies. They would enjoy while they still could. Before they'd have to get into a war-like mind.
But tonight did not seem to be that night.
Soon the came down to balcony wide balcony area of a penthouse with a series of glass doors leading to the exit. The door was open and so she walked in. The area was something suave and which might befit most any millionaire. Though this area was oddly rather bright and pristine, with everything a rather clean looking white. Two stories. A chandelier. A piano. And enough windows to allow light in if there was enough.
Two claps and the lights came on.
"I wouldn't call this place home but it's good enough. This place isn't home for me. A bit too..."hipster" as one might say for my taste." She stretches. "Oh, I'm going to feel old for saying this but I was born rather long ago. Medieval times. Russia. Kings. Queens. Nobles and peasants and all that. As well as your run of the mill tribes and mercenaries. I was born into the more noble actually." She opens the door to her room. Or the room alotted to her. Quaint and modern as a hipster.. It allowed for non of the classic gothic decor she had rather liked. Too obviously
She stares a bit distantly as she remember her past and then plops down quietly on the bed.
"It was rather boring. So I wanted to do something interesting. Like become a hideous blood sucking vampire. It turned out to come in quite in handy as well. I thought a war would be the last place I would want to be in. But this made it easy to hide in the outskirts of society..."
The Drinker of Orphan's arms cross in front of her chest, her lips pursing in thought. Surely she could do better than that to tell a story.
"But I can ramble on for a while. What would you like to know?"