[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/YWqLekM.png[/img][/center] [b]Location: Lost Haven (French Quarter)[/b] Sleep came slowly for Lekh, but once it came he stuck with it well enough. Enough to carry himself into the late morning and feel fairly well rested. His eyes cracked open naturally as a thin strip of light shone on his face through the crack in his curtain. He sat up immediately and went to his phone. However, it seemed Rook hadn’t run into any issues overnight because he hadn’t received any message on said phone, which he flicked through restlessly at the end of his bed. He casually threw it back onto the desk and allowed himself to fall back into bed, his dyed black hair tousled by uneasy sleep in stark contrast to the lightness of the sheets. His skin was paler now than it had been, the fake dye had worn out and his natural tone had returned. He slept in underwear alone, and in his somewhat compromising position the surprising muscularity of his body was more apparent than he usually let on. He was not absurdly built, but the strength was there, he had always found it strangely easy to exercise and lift weights and only had to train a little each day to maintain a powerful but more importantly functional build. He rolled off the bed and fell into a press-up, beginning his morning routine. As his body worked through the motions his mind was free to wander, and as per usual, it wandered to all sorts of strange places. These thoughts and actions brought him into the early afternoon, when an altogether unexpected message came through his phone. An old contact had resurfaced, and his stomach was immediately filled with an uneasy feeling he recognised as worry. It wasn’t quite a premonition, but some part of Lekh recognised that if the Ambassador was involving herself in his life again, things were going to get complicated. [b]Are you free to have coffee with me soon? I have some great news ~*~<3~*~ [/b] His eyes flicked back and forth as he read and re-read the message, innocent enough as it seemed that feeling in the core of his being had yet to abate. Still, there was also a degree of opportunity available to him here if he was to meet with the Ambassador. He had some very valuable information but only one person to sell it to. Now he had another, and that opened up new avenues, gave him options. He liked having options. Options were good. [b]Of course, are you planning to visit Lost Haven soon? If it is of interest, I have some news about a mutual acquaintance of ours that left without saying goodbye a few months back. [/b] He entered his reply and sent it off, a small smile tugging at his lips. Lekh knew it would be of more than just interest to the Ambassador. He had learned a fair amount about Ms Favre’s character, and from what he had heard about the encounter at the Ironworks, Ms Favre really wanted to find Miss Desdemona. That should lure her in, the sooner the better. The information he had would likely have a sale by date. Information was like that sometimes, it was a hard product to sell, but the profit margins were almost always sky high. [b][u]Rake[/u] Location: Lost Haven (Chinatown)[/b] Taut muscles put in one last effort, and she pulled herself up to the ledge where she knew Rook would be waiting, trying to keep quiet so she could surprise him. Of course, the moment she crested the lip she had a full on view of the kid’s bare ass as he mooned at her, Rook having heard her coming from a nautical mile away. His pale face was turned in a laughing grin as he took in her shock and annoyance. “You’re such a fucking creep Rook.” The boyish criminal laughed, but it was a cold laugh, marked with an edge of cruelty. Some people said it was the eyes that betrayed the real article, in Rook that little seed of darkness only really came through when he laughed. Rake regarded him with just a small touch of fear in her shrewd brown eyes. She was a couple years older and a little bigger as well, she had always regarded Rook as a little brother and an annoying one at that, but when she heard that laugh she couldn’t help but shiver. One day soon he’d be bigger than her, and a little tougher too. But not yet, thank god. Rook pulled his trousers up and turned around. “Bout time you showed up Rake, can’t say much has happened though.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Weird guy walked over and chatted with the girl and the old lady, he looked like a bit of a poofter to be honest.” “Don’t be a dick, Rook.” Rake spat at him, climbing up and sitting next to the younger boy. He shrugged, as if accepting he was being a bit of a dick. He looked down at the street below and then muttered something under his breath. It took him a few minutes to fill her in on everything that had happened. After which he let out another of those creepy chuckles of his, and Rake cuffed him on the head. “Get out of here kid, you’ve done your stint.” “I’m going I’m going.” Rook grinned, the boy Rake knew returned to her in a flash after a departure so brief she always found herself second guessing what she’d heard and seen. She watched him saunter off down the street, after descending, and into the midst of early morning hustle and bustle where he promptly disappeared, something he had a gift for. She couldn’t help but admire it. Of course, when it came to hiding, Rake was a lot better than him. She couldn’t blend in with the crowd, despite efforts to the contrary she was too pretty, messy brown hair in a bob and a flawless Hispanic complexion made her stand out on the street. She was on the cusp of adulthood, and turned a few heads, the only thing she had going for her and her chosen profession of creeping around was her relatively short stature. She was a bit of a midget actually, just under five feet tall. Perfect for nesting in odd places, like a windowsill of an abandoned apartment room just across the street from where Racheli had last been spotted. Rook had even been kind enough to leave some potato chips.