[center][h3][color=skyblue]இ [/color][color=#7BCDC8][i]ℭ [/i][/color][color=#57A3C6]h a r l e s[/color] [color=#4E99C6][i]Λ [/i][/color][color=#3F88C6]e o n[/color][color=skyblue] இ[/color][/h3][hr][sub][h3][u][b]Time[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Day 3 ~ Morning (around 10 am) [/h3][h3][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Ominar’s St. Katherine’s Sanitarium for the Mentally Ill [/h3][/sub][/center] [hr] Charles hopped up the stairs right to door of the Ominar’s Sanitarium. At the top, he paused briefly and let his eyes brush over the gothic design. It looked much less menacing in the middle day than yesterday as his arm pushed against the door, opening wide enough for him to walk inside. The rusty hinges made a squeak causing him to flinch at the high pitched noise. Ignoring the instinctive reaction, Charles inhaled then he continued along the long corridor right to the receptionist’s desk. Once more Ms. Reagan look up from her computer and flash him a purple lipped smile. She momentarily stopped her typing and slid her chair into his direction, her attention fixed solely on him. An arm raised for her chin to settle on while she spoke, “Good day Mr. Aeon. I wasn’t expecting to see you here for another week, at least according to Mariam. What’s made you break your pattern?” [color=#7BCDC8] “After the last incident, I didn’t get too much time to spend with her,”[/color] Charles admitted truthfully as he removed his wallet and placed his identification upon the desk surface. His hand slid toward Ms. Reagan who quickly began the process of scanning and replicating it into a temporary pass,[color=#7BCDC8] “If I’m fortunate enough, she’ll be in a better mental mind set than before.”[/color] “I highly doubt that professor,” the woman said, her hand passed over the required paperwork for his visit for him to fill out. The machine hummed in the background like white noise. She adjusted her arms under her torso and leaned closer, her voice when she started to gossip with him, “Two of the male warders quit last night. They were both assigned to your patient… you wouldn’t happen to know why, would you?” [color=#7BCDC8] “How would I know why your staff suddenly quit?”[/color] Charles bluntly lied. “It was quite a coincidence really. Namely since you were the last individual to have interacted with them, but I could be grasping straws.” she leaned over to check the pass’s progress then returned to Charles, “It’s actually a good thing they quit. I suspected they had been abusing a few of the female patients but I couldn’t prove it. It’s rather hard when your victims can’t coherently confirm what you’re trying to prove and security feed is lacking in certain areas.” Charles merely remained silent. Ms. Reagan gave a knowing smile before her head turned, her ears caught the ding of the pass finishing up and reached for the finished product. She returned Charles’ identification before gifting him with the daily pass after he paid for it, “Good luck. If you would so kindly wait until she’s been removed from isolation and into a watch room, your visit can begin.” [color=#7BCDC8] “Thank you,”[/color] Charles said, his hands took the items then pocketed his identification and placed his replicated pass upon his neck. “This is one of the few things I don’t feel good about being thanked for. Just tread careful about her because she’s only got a few strikes left.” [color=#7BCDC8] “I know…”[/color] [center][h3][color=PaleVioletRed]♪♫ Lily Quarin ♫♪[/color][/h3][hr][sub][h3][u][b]Time[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Day 3 ~ Morning around (9 am)[/h3][h3][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Victorious Secret, Ominar[/h3][/sub][/center] [hr] After their morning rumple on the couch, Lily had requested advice on how to handle her task to observe Darius from Rex. The werewolf had more experience with the dealings in Ominar’s criminal elements than her since she dropped from the ‘game’ so long ago. It was decided that her first step was to contact Darius’ office in the Lucky Sinner’s casino, arranging an appointment and meeting the Fox at his choice of surroundings to discuss her possible employment. With any luck, it would be in a club or the main casino where her target frequently did business. If not, she would have to learn other methods to observe him. The biggest challenge in their main plan was the fact that many myths portrayed Nogitsune to be cunning creatures. Lily knew its first move would be to isolated Darius from everyone that could give the kitsune strength. Should it succeed, the very Darius they knew would be consumed and gone. Another dangerous point was that any obvious signs or missteps in their investigation could drive the creature back into the hiding for an undefined period of time. That was time Lily knew they couldn’t just wait for it to resurface. As they were about to move onto to how to properly execute Rex’s role in her scheming, the house phone rang. Lily tightened her eyes and moved from her seat on the way to the adjoined kitchen. Her hand reached for it and answered. Upon picking it up, she spoke in an inquisitive tone,[color=PaleVioletRed] “Volt’s residence, whom am I speaking to?”[/color] Lily’s heart sank from her chest into her stomach upon hearing Mr. Cowley’s voice request Rex. Her fingers tightened upon the smooth stem with a vice like grip as she considered a snappy reply, but restrained herself. She sharply inhaled and carefully chose her words,[color=PaleVioletRed] “Understood, Mr. Cowley. I will get him if you will give me a moment.”[/color] After fighting the urge to hang up, she hit a button on the phone to switch it over to speaker before she walked into the living room. Rex perked up his ears at hearing her return as she placed on her best mask,[color=PaleVioletRed] “Mr. Cowley called. He has some business for you.”[/color] Rex nodded then removed himself from the room. As he exited, Lily’s arms wrapped about herself tightly and her eyes idly roamed the room to wait. She looked up when she heard Rex once more enter the room. Her attention turned toward him and knew that look instantly. A bitter chuckle erupted from her lips as he explained Mr. Crowley had requested him to take a job overseas causing him to unable to help her with this upcoming mission. A burning hatred toward their employer began to grow within the Siren. She placed on her best mask, the mixture of hate and bitterness hidden from sight, before she spoke,[color=PaleVioletRed] “I understand and I’ll help you pack. And don’t worry, I’ll play it safe when it comes to Darius and figure things out. It will all work out fine.”[/color] To further ensure he knew she wasn’t mad at him, she pulled her arm up and hooked about his thick neck. She planted a loving kiss upon his nose causing a wily smirk to crack along his wolfish features. In Lily’s eyes, he was adorable enough to take to bed again. Not wanting to be distracted again, she pulled away and patted his barrel chest. [color=PaleVioletRed] “I’ll help you pack then you can help me get dress.”[/color] [center]~~|Victorious Secret|~~[/center] It had almost been sixteen years now. She smiled to hide the discomfort as she recalled the last time she walked down these pathways and what exactly happened. There was so much contrast compared to the industrialized atmosphere of the business district and this place hadn’t even become lively yet, she mused to herself. It made her smile all the more genuine for the moment. Mr. Crowley’s attempt to spit in the face of the Prae paled in comparison to Darius’ territory cause here everything focused on thing: getting and keeping attention. Something it did well. She didn’t realize how much she missed it until now as she continued her way down the street, her hips swayed naturally with each step. Her peripheral vision caught an occasional individual pause and stared in her wake. There was a spark of excitement to have evidence that she still could turn heads, even when she wasn’t dressed to kill. The current outfit was something she just slapped together. It was a curvy, little corduroy [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/2e/10/8d/2e108d0a8d06aa83f09c01b79a97d2c8.jpg]dress[/url] that fell down to the middle of her thighs. The front had a nice shallow V in the front with the back wide open, her shoulder straps crossed over and flowed nearly perfectly into a corset tie on the lower back. This whole ensemble was topped with a choker, crisscross strap high heels on her feet and a small leather handbag, holding her daily belongings. Overall the outfit wasn’t close enough to scream prostitute, but still give an allure of strength and femininity to it. It slightly amused her at how much value, even now, placed on appearance. To the average, unmagical individual she appeared completely human. She was secretly happy Rex hasn’t insisted on escorting her to Victorious Secret or she attempt to be subtle would’ve went up in smoke. It would’ve been difficult to overlook a hulking and wolfish bodyguard watching over her. Through with any individual that had learned how to activate their ostium, her aura would easily scream Licentia despite her charm. Her figure turned down a corner and almost immediately spotted it, the Siren’s pace gradually grinded to a stop. It was a charming, quaint little shop compared to the more impressive places she had traveled. However, Lily knew better than judge a book by its cover. Such assumptions had burned her more times than she cared to count. She inhaled then gripped the door firmly before she pushed it open and stepped in. Lily hoped she might find something to help her inside.