As Scarlo was nursing his head, Luci was eating a piece of chicken and Vincent was just eating rice. Scarlo then spoke up.
"I get I offended you, but did you need to use your "Iron Fist" manifest?" he asked. "Yes you deserved it." Luci answered. Everyone was minding their own business, until a slender figure emerged into the restaurant.
The figure was female. She had an hour glass like frame, slender legs and arms that were muscly and had decent sized breasts. She appeared to be in her early to mid twenties.
She also had white shoulder length hair, and scarlet red eyes that could rival that of a Timber Dog. "Oh my Dios, it's her!" excitedly professed Luci. The white haired girl walked over towards the trio and sat down.
"You the folks I'm supposed to join?" the mysterious woman asked. "Yep, Lucina Armstrong, cryptozoologist." Luci held her hand out, but the woman didn't take it. She stared at Vincent and Scarlo.
"Who're these two?" she asked Luci. "Vincent Reese, a priest. And my cousin, who I didn't know was here, Scarlo." Luci informed. The white haired lady slowly shook Luci's hand. "Clara...Clara Van Helsing."she introduced herself sternly.
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Clara only ordered a glass of water and a small plate of pheasant. The others got finished and got ready to go, while Scarlo said he was staying with a friend in Pyre Forest. As he left, Clara went to a bathroom. Vincent then spoke to Luci.
"Lucina she smells of death and pine." he said. Luci then rolled her eyes, while shaking her head then proceeded to give home a quick kiss on his cheek. Furthermore making the tall guy blush.
Clara reemerged from the bathroom out of her casual clothes, into a white dress shirt with an unbuttoned collar, but closed enough to not show cleavage, a black kevlar combat vest underneath it, a black kevlar combat skirt, with shorts (or whatever there called) underneath it as well, and black thigh high socks with boots.
She had a brown rimmed hat on her head, she's also fitted with silver throwing knives, two ball musket pistols, a black overcoat with a good, and finally a sawed off shotgun on her back strapped. 'Holy shit.' both Luci and Vincent thought.
"Ok I'm gonna set some rules here." the hunter proclaimed. "If you can fight, then do so. If you can't, then stay behind at the car. If you die that's your fault." Luci looked at Vincent then proceeded to speak also.
"And we have some as well. If I say we need something alive, I need it ALIVE." she included. Clara stared at her then grudgingly nodded. Luci could tell that she was in for one hell of an adventure.