[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[/h3][/sub][/center] [hr] This time Lily wasn’t caught off guard. The moment the tingling pricked all over over her surface, she braced herself and held her breath on instinct. Once more came the sudden displacement of the molecules as she was dispersed and quickly reformed right outside the shop, no worse for the wear. As the world gradually righted itself, she began to take stock of her condition. She noticed her skirt had crinkled and now had revealed more of her upper thigh then she wanted. Casually she reached a hand to pull it straight once more before she noticed someone in her peripheral vision. A smirk cracked along her full lips while she studied the shocked individual as he began to recover. He was sort of cute in an innocent and naive way, especially for a younger Licenti. The boy wasn’t someone she would’ve considered bring to bed for a one night if she had been single though. As his face seemed to became redder by the moment, her inner amusement also grew, he finally broke the silence between them. She continued to resume her friendly expression as he mentioned someone’s name. Lily immediately assumed it was shopkeeper from earlier, though he never gave his name once, and made a note of it. Waving off his offer with her right hand, she spoke,[color=PaleVioletRed] “Actually, no but thank you for the offer. I’ve just wrapped up business inside not that long ago and requested to be teleported here. From the way you’re blushing, it seems you got more of an eyeful than you wanted.”[/color] Her tone slipped into a teasing one as she mentioned the fact he had fallen on his ass, the angle being one that most boys would enjoy. Moving on before he could reply, she held out her right hand to shake his then added,[color=PaleVioletRed] “My name’s Mrs. Quarin and it’s nice to meet you.”[/color] [center][h3][color=silver]♤ Darius M Cain ♤[/color][/h3] [hr] [sub][h3][u][b]Time[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Day 3~ 3 P.M. [/h3][h3][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/h3][h3] Nightclub-Entertainment District, Ominar [/h3][/sub][/center] [hr] Darius had years to learn how to read individuals and did it on a natural level in order to survive. During the whole conversation, he quickly made notes and sized up each speaker. Their strengths were very obvious to the kitsune throughout the course of the subtle, hidden conflict between them. It was difficult to assume the winner since Masha had managed to hold her own and surprised Darius, the emotion quickly falling into pride. Each small provocation had the intention to push Masha into a physical conflict. One that would force Darius’ hand to interfere or risk his reputation diminishing due to playing favoritism. It was a dangerous line to tread in his profession, but one he had learned to tread better than most. Thankfully, Masha had managed to keep her temper and wits about her. Darius noticed the Cortes' smile seemed to hold fast but his eyes slipped when she mentioned bring customers back to the club. For a brief moment, they revealed a heated glare before he turned his head back to the counter to hide it. It hinted toward darker intentions to come. The fox expected things to become messy when he made his exit, but he couldn’t interfere until it broke one of his established rules. Even he was bound by them. Cortes continued his mascaraque, his lips fixed in a smile, when Masha commented on finding a better bartender, “Apologies ma’am, Bruce will you put those dishes in the kitchen? I’m afraid to say we have only two bartenders since several of them moved on when they found their paychecks had to be trimmed. The difference had to be cut somewhere, unfortunately.” He took another swig of his whiskey before he continued, “Our other bartender, Nikki, called in ‘sick’. I don’t suspect she will last very long as she’s shown some poor qualities that are not really suitable for this place.” Darius’ eyes narrowed. He didn’t like the tone that Cortes used, his eyes gleamed with knowing, as the man continued to drink. It reminded the kitsune he still had an individual he needed to interrogate later tonight. Before his mind could linger farther on the thought, his right ear flicked and caught the sound of someone entering the establishment. Darius’ head twisted slightly to catch sight of her while information flowed to his attention from her aura: female, Licenti, and notably powerful. The longer he examined her aura, the more he noticed the new arrival’s power level surpassed himself and that meant he would have to take measures to avoid a physical confrontation. He wouldn’t die in the natural sense, but he wasn’t about to wait until Szayeis ‘saved’ him again. Last time he updated the shard had been about a year ago and the price was high enough he never wanted to pay it again.