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[indent][indent][h3][sub][sub][b]Location: ChinaTown, Lost Haven in Maine
Time of Day: Night Time (Somewhere between 11 pm- 1 am) [/b][/sub][/sub][/h3][/indent][/indent]

Nothing pissed Rach off more than having her stupidity get the better of her. Silently, she already berated herself and cursed over her earlier risk by the time she escaped the light. Now those actions that likely would make her pay in the future because her desire for answers drove her to acting before thinking. There wasn’t anything she could do save for wait for the incoming damage to reach its peak. She would deal with it when it came, and not before. 

A liquid silver moved across her face. It drowned her features, hiding them underneath, then formed a monstrous shape. In a few moments, it solidified into something Rach hoped would encourage intimidation over Cowl’s thugs and assist her in finding what she was looking for. A small part of her doubted it would’ve been super effective through but she still kept it. 

Drawing near the end of the alleyway, Rach peered out to see exactly where she was. ChinaTown. Most the vendors were tucked into the alley sides and packed tightly together, conserving space, and closed for the night. The activity she might’ve seen in the daylight avoided the scene surprisingly as she edged farther out into the walkway. A red, chinese symbol marked a nearby wall space causing her to pause long enough to memorize it easily. Her gut stirred uneasily, assuming it was some gang marker for territory, but dwelling on the fact she knew nothing would not help her. However, she knew one thing: she was lost. Inwardly groaning at her decision to shut off all ‘enhanced’ abilities, she quickly resume moving through the streets. 

Last thing she needed was to be caught out in the open. She had hoped to wound up in Sherman Square after she arrive, her experience sneaking out of the forge being a difficult one to muscle through, and not wanting Gabriel to try to talk ‘sense’ into her about her decision. It would’ve ended with her fist finding a target in his face then still plow through his defenses. Rach hoped she would’ve discovered any information over Cowl before anyone found her. Especially Odette or her companion. Her fist tightened when she recalled the man’s attempt to rip her confidence into pieces, using what he knew of her against her and drained her confidence in herself. 

She hated manipulation above everything else because while she could resist it, wounds were still made. They just failed to be on the outside. Inhaling and letting her breath out, leaving no misty breath at all, she pushed her fisted hands into her jean pockets. Her hips held that little defiant swagger she adopted since she became a teenager. With her face hidden, she gradually let her worry drift away. 

Interesting enough, Racheli always enjoyed the peaceful quiet of the night scene. Too bad it was immediately ruined by her least favorite voice breaking her peace. 

[b][i] ‘You realize your task is pointless, right?’[/i][/b] Michael materialized too far into her comfort zone, his feet matching her pace easily. He wore her father’s camouflage coat, jeans, and heavy boots which meant he was clearly mocking her current mission in a subtle way. His hands slipped into his pockets and kept up easily, his eyes narrowed on her with an expectation she would answer him back. Instead she merely remained silence in her walk. He sighed, feigning annoyance, then pushed ahead of her. 

His figure whipped into her path causing Rach to stop dead in her tracks on instinct. She glared at him through the mask, the darkness in them slithered to create two way gaps and reveal her hardened eyes. There was heat in her irises focusing on him causing the virus to smile innocently. He spoke gently to soothe her irritation, riling up higher instead. [b][i] ‘What are you hoping to do? You won’t find what you’re looking for and worst yet, you revealed the fact you were in town. Gabriel will certainly enjoy that fact after all the trouble he went through to hid you in the first place.’[/i][/b]  

[color=indianred] “Shut up and leave me the fuck alone.”[/color] 

[b][i]’You know that’s impossible?’[/i][/b]

[color=indianred] “Just go back to your damn little corner of my mind and stay there. I’m fine without you.”[/color] Rach huffed, her figure started to move around the hallucination and continue on. 

Michael wasn’t done however and shifted with her, still blocking her escape. [i][b] ‘Ah, I’m not finished. If that was an example of your methods, we’ll be found before you learn anything…’[/b][/i] 

Racheli didn’t say anything. 

What could she say that would make this situation any better? The question rumbled through her thoughts, drawing her anger and hatred to the surface. Red clouded over her vision as it swirled in front of her like a red flag, baiting her to react. Her fist tighten at her side, vaguely aware it had managed to slip from her pocket, as she narrowed her eyes upon him. As much as she hated the virus, she couldn’t deny she had fucked up royally. The reality seemed to build up causing her chest to subtly heave and briefly her arm twitched in reaction. It stopped just a moment before actually tossing the punch, her foot stepping back then pushing past. 

Michael watched, eyed her carefully, but said nothing farther. However, a smirk crossed his face at her display. [b]”You’re going to make me to try harder, aren’t you Racheli?”[/b] 

Casually, the mental illusion wavered then vanished completely from sight.