[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7vpzoPeW51rsy50k.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=#4dffa6][b]Location[/b][/color]: Docks[/center][hr][hr]	After Foy shushed her of all things, Dorothy was beginning to understand Anisa's legendary rage more and more. And then when the man turned around, clearly in the beginnings of a hissy fit, she wondered how stupid the man was. She still had her gun out, after all. After hitting the woman, she hadn't put it away. Narrowing her eyes as her eyebrows furrowed, Foy's exclamation of picking up the trail didn't win him any favors by her. She almost regretted asking him to track the woman at all. Atticus might be entirely unqualified and a pain in the pi gu, but he was a tolerable pain in the pi gu. 

	And of course, it was just then that her sister decided to show up. [i]Typical.[/i] Atticus moved over to deal with her and Dorothy could just hear what he said, and she clenched one of her fists. [color=#4dffa6]"Listen to him. I'll be back soon,"[/color] Dorothy said succinctly before following Foy back towards the storage crates. Her gun wasn't up and aimed anymore, but it was still in her hand, so that way she could fire in a moment's notice.

	[color=#4dffa6]"It's just a suit,"[/color] Dorothy muttered under her breath, thoroughly vexed with Foy. Holstering her pistol, she followed down after Foy, fully expecting the man to throw a fit at any moment. He was the only member of the Alliance thus far that Dorothy had formed a strong opinion of thus far. And while she was no tracker, she figured this next part would be simple. Hopefully the woman left more blood near the manhole exit she had gone out of. Reaching into her pocket, she took out one of her latex gloves and tied it to the manhole cover, as a means for them to find their way back if needed. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/h1][img]http://www.theweirdlings.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/science.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=8882be][b]Location[/b][/color]: Town (Toy Store)[/center][hr][hr]	To those walking by the toy store, an odd sight may have struck them. Next to the street urchins who were staring at the window displays in wonder was a fully grown man with curly hair, staring at the very same toys with a big grin. It didn't matter to Fitz that they were marketed towards children and not adults--he found them amazing either way. He was like the young adults from hundreds of years ago who were just as excited by the action figures made for five year olds as the five year olds were. And once he had gotten his fill from the window display, Fitz headed inside of the store. 

	With the kids running around and the tired clerks, he definitely related more to the former. He never understood the appeal of wine tastings and jewelry stores, always being one to just lose himself in a book store or a toy shop. If the kids hadn't been playing with the toys that were set up for people to try, Fitz would've spent a good hour using them. But while he didn't realize how odd his love of toys and games was, he [i]did[/i] know that it'd be rude for an adult to play with a toy when a kid wanted to. Folding his hands, he fiddled his fingers and tapped them as he resolved to wait, until the adult section caught his eye.

	[color=8882be]"B-Beautiful..."[/color] Fitz whispered to himself as he headed over. There was so much to look at and so much to see, he wasn't sure where to fix his eyes. He wanted all of it and none of it at the same time, stuck in the indecision of a man facing the very things he loved most in the world. Purchasing one would mean not purchasing another, a decision he didn't want to make. The chess set the old man was dusting caught his eye, as he couldn't help but admire its quality. 

	[color=8882be]"Th-that's a brilliant s-set you got there,"[/color] Fitz squeaked, trying his best at small talk.