Luna, all 5 foot 2 inches of her, was standing in the head of a line, arguing with a bouncer, who said she couldn't be old enough to be in a club, despite her ID's. They said she was half a child, that a midget like her couldn't be 24. Rolling her eyes, Luna said [color=fff200]"I don't even want to go into this damn club! Just let me in, you damn oversized baboon! I'm 24, I have a right to be in there, and I'm going in!"[/color] she darted around the bouncer, her size an advantage.

She slipped in between the crowd, soon loosing herself in it, eyes scanning the crowd for her target, a man who intended to drug a woman and rape her. Knowing it was futile to spend the evening searching, she just gave up using mundane methods and created an illusion that there was a fire. She trusted the panic to disguise the fact there was no heat, and indeed there was chaos. As people stampeded out, Luna was yanked from behind by the bouncer, who was growling something, but Luna let out a huge burst of panic, and the bouncer let her go.

Scampering off, crashing into the woman wearing a mask. She darted back, and went to go around her, before stopped by a hand on her shoulder. [color=92278f]"There is a bar in eastern downtown called the Archer. It isn't hard to find. It is owned by a man by the name of Mr.Gannet, go to the bar and tell him 'The arrow shoots straight'. He'll understand the meaning and send you where you need to be."[/color]

And then she was left to herself. Darting out the club before anyone could realise the fire wasn't real, she ran down the street, hoping she had done enough to save the woman. She stopped at the corner. The archer? Just what the hell did that woman want with her? Hesitating, she gave a sigh. 

Making her way, she ran her fingers through her hair, wondering what she was about to get herself into. She should just turn back and head home. But her feet took her to the bar, and towards the bar tender, where she tentatively said [color=fff200]"the arrow shoots straight?"[/color]