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[center][h1][u]Alizée Altieri[/u][/h1][/center]

[color=lightgray][i][u]Location: Veni Vedi Veni[/u][/i][/color]
[@Punished GN]

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[h1][i]"SECURITY! GET HER OUT OF HERE!"[/i][/h1]

The comfortable rush of adrenaline that shocked her system the moment the bartender whistled brought a welcomed smile to Alizée's face. The night-stalker had been blocked before she could truly get to work. Now? Now, everything would be rushed, but she wasn't opposed to it. In fact, her mind relished rushing through possibilities as the towering bouncers pushed past folks in the dive to get at her.

Like second nature, phantom hands rose beside her, the appearance of melted night messing with the edges of reality. They grew in size, to about the length of a baseball bat, and like a swatter to mosquitoes, one hand locked onto the targets. In one second, the bouncers were marching towards her. In the next, they were sent sailing, crashing tables and patrons into the wall, surprised screams in their wake.

Alizée gave her phantom hand a flex, smirking. Before she spotted a red eye staring at her from the edges of the groaning aftermath. A furious, red eye surrounded in darkness. A hint of the horrors of the Void.

Alizée swallowed nervously, the world swirling under her as she pushed away from the bar. She took two steps forward and had to catch herself, stumbling. The liquor hit hard. But she didn't care. She would be fine, the buzz was even welcome, made her less afraid of the horrors. The buzz wouldn't interfere with her business, she told herself.

But she [i]did[/i] have to move. It was best to give the horrors their space. 

Now, she was left with a significant decision. The entire dive was staring at her, including the girls. Including the bartender. Including the muscular redhead who had [i]smartly[/i] refused Alizée's [i]gift[/i]. An almost gleeful look passed over Alizée's features, considering her options in that split second. 

[color=#A299FD][i]"It's obvious. Take the girl, and let's get out of here."[/i][/color]

[i]"Not so obvious."[/i]

[color=#A299FD][i]"What are you on about?"[/i][/color]

[i]"Why are we here?"[/i]

[color=#A299FD][i]"The murders."[/i][/color]

[i]"Yes. Father Wolf. What is a more direct approach, the girl or the texter?"[/i]

Void raised a shape of an eyebrow. [color=#A299FD][i]"Interesting. And what if the texter has nothing to do with Father Wolf?"[/i][/color]

[i]"We know where Violet works."[/i]

[color=#A299FD][i]"Ah. So you're changing victims."[/i][/color]

[i]"Yes."[/i]

[color=#A299FD][i]"Very well. I approve."[/i][/color]

Alizée smirked, and with the go-ahead from Void, she reached out with her other oversized phantom hand and grabbed the muscular redhead, squeezing tight and pulling the redhead off her feet.

[b]"Let's get to know each other a bit better, [i]sister[/i]..."[/b]

If Alizée was successful in capturing the redhead, Alizée would swipe the woman's phone and make her way to the door, giving a knowing smirk to Violet, staring for far too long, before heading out. She would shove the redhead into the backseat, phantom hand constricting around her arms and torso, and tore off into the night.

They say to never bring business home, but she was certain, by the time she was done with the redhead, they wouldn't even think about crossing her. So, obviously, her destination was the studio apartment she rented at the edge if downtown. No prying eyes there. And if she was careful, the redhead would have no idea...