"I am 350 years old," Michael laughed. "I've got a lot of experience."
Michael frowned. "I understand. It's very difficult at first. Too many intesified emotions. Everything is blown out of proportion. It's hard to tell what's right or wrong anymore. The urge to kill is escpecially strong. It's very important that she doesn't get angry."
"Her anger could just be a lasting effect of her first moon," Michael noted.
"Well," Michael began carefully. "She either killed someone, or her time with that Lestat fellow was more pleasurable than she wants to let on."
"It's obvious, isn't it?" Michael looked at Jinx. "Her eyes give it away completely."
"Beatrice and I have a theory," Michael interjected.
Michael laughed. "Three hundred-fifty," He corrected.
"She'll be fine," Michael assured Beatrice. "Lycans are very... sturdy." He chuckled.
"I'll do whatever you need me to," Michael said.
"I'd be glad to help with that," Michael replied to Van Helsing, catching his comment.
"That's natural," Michael commented. "Though there are some creators that go beyond the limits."
Michael sat on one of the beds. "Who's John?" OOC; dinner bbl
"By my assumptions, it was." Michael murmured.
Michael folded his arms. "Edward should keep an eye on her."
"Well," Michael tried to think of how to phrase his ideas to the delicate vampire before him. "She either... killed someone... or had blood in some way. And, though I'm sure you didn't see, no one else seemed to, she's got some fresh marks on her neck. So my guess is that her first full moon was the oposite of terrible."
Michael followed Beatrice. "She's definately a new lycan; her anger comes easier than most though, it must be a second emotion to her."
Michael raised an eyebrow at Beatrice. "Perhaps we'll just let Edward be with her."
Michael nodded. "I know. Beatrice was kind enough to give me some explinations there."
"I could tell them for you." Michael offered.
"Don't get her angry." Michael warned Beatrice.
