[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dr. Dorothy[/color] & [color=f9ad81]His Foyness[/color][/h1][/center] 
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[center][i][color=red]Fu... sion... HA![/color][/i][/center][hr][hr][color=#4dffa6]"Any luck?"[/color] Dorothy pressed, taking a quick look around at their surroundings. She figured that Foy would be able to spot a blood trail or something, indicating where the woman might have gone. There had been plenty of blood to follow in the storm drain, after all, so why not now?

	Foy was obviously temporarily preoccupied. As Dorothy verbally reminded him that he still had duties to perform, as if his missing shoe and torn shirt were not glaring signs pointing him toward an outcome that involved him getting back to the job he promised he would attempt. [color=f9ad81]Oh.. Oh, my sincerest apologies for my momentary lapse, madame. I was merely [i]rapt[/i] in recollection concerning how much fun it is to roast pumpkin seeds. Hmm..."[/color] Though his words were colored with what seemed to be condescension, Foy was in mid-search for the trail while his vocabulary got its exercise. 

	[color=f9ad81]"Aha!"[/color] he exclaimed, motioning Dorothy over. There was a spot of blood nearby, but direction was difficult for him to determine. [color=f9ad81]"Yes, Doctor. It seems we've a triad of possibilities in out immediate. Preset options for our uninvited erstwhile guest are as thus: She dipped further into the alley and is trying to hide or evade us there; she absconded up the residential fire egress and is watching us on the [i]now[/i], else is making a rooftop escape; lastly she went out into the street and is blending with the crowd or has found a spot to hunker, someplace public maybe."[/color] He cleared his throat, looking to Dorothy for her input. 

	 [color=f9ad81]"Were it I, I should find wisdom in tying off the injury as soon as opportunity presented, then allow nonchalance to guide my amblings back to a place of warm blankets and wrapped candies."[/color] he smiled broadly, twirling the tips of his grand moustache with either hand. [color=f9ad81]"Though I am open to alternate hypotheses."[/color] 

	Dorothy nodded, thinking the options over. The blood was what allowed them to track her, so stopping the bleeding would've been a high priority. And since the woman clearly hadn't done that in the drain, it meant she couldn't have done it herself yet. Plus, Dorothy's shot had hit its mark. She'd be in pain. Dorothy doubted that anyone would've wanted to climb or run longer than they had to like that. [color=#4dffa6]"If I were the guay toh guay nown, I'd go somewhere where I could tie it off. Stop the blood trail. And it's gotta hurt like death, so climbing and all doesn't make much sense...Where around here would you go to get a bullet wound taken care of?"[/color]

	[color=f9ad81]"Quite meritorious, Doctor."[/color] remarked Foy, nodding in agreement. [color=f9ad81]"Indeed, I would find it beneficial to staunch the rivulets of telltale arterial vermillion, which cannot be resolved in the back of an alley [i]nor[/i] by climbing to heights unknown. So, into the streets it is."[/color] He got an expression as if he just remembered something, and held out his hand. [color=f9ad81]"Jacket, if you would madame."[/color] 

	Dorothy slipped the jacket off from her shoulders and gave it a bit of a shake, in order to get any grime and garbage clinging to it to fall off. She then handed it back over to the tracker, figuring that he'd either burn his clothes or wash them thoroughly to sanitize them later on. He seemed the type to do one of those two drastic options. 

	[color=f9ad81]"Although, if you would permit me a moment before we make ourselves away, I should like to examine the immediate for anything aside from conjecture that would assist in locating our wounded songbird."[/color] said Foy, utilizing his skills as a tracker to the best of his ability in an urban environment, searching for not only blood spatter or more unreliable prints, but also looking to the faces of passersby, loiterers, and the general layout of businesses to determine possible routes for the young lady. 

	[color=#4dffa6]"Of course. Do the best you can,"[/color] Dorothy agreed. Conjecture was good and all, but she knew that Foy had skills in this area. It would be idiotic to not allow him to use them and to figure out where the woman had fled to. For all Dorothy knew, she could've hidden herself away in the dumpster. But then again, Dorothy hadn't heard any sounds of someone whimpering in pain, so that hypothesis was out as well. She'd just need to let Foy did what he did best. 

	[color=f9ad81]"Always do, madame. Repetitively."[/color] smirked Foy, walking cautiously out into the street. [color=f9ad81]"Right... Well then, the plot, as they say, thickens; not that I have any stock to put into "they", mind you."[/color] A look up and down the street presented him with a series of four viable options, barring an injured woman seeking shelter in a crowded, touristy building. [color=f9ad81]Options being what they are, I should wish to inquire into one of those [i]four[/i] businesses; the Dressmaker's, that Toy Store, the Leatherworker's, or that quiet purveyor of Books. I might trust my weight to arboreal appendage by suggesting we try the Dressmaker's and Leather Goods Store first, they are more likely to contain raw materials suitable for patching things up on the temporary."[/color] He shook his coat a little, attempting to get even the smallest bit of rancid moisture from it. [color=f9ad81]"Unless you have reference otherwise, or should wish to split our efforts, I shall continue the search."[/color][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]	Fitz nodded, absorbing the information that Royus gave him. In hindsight, it was something he probably should've figured out for himself. No one was going to be looking to take on a passenger in the evening, so he might as well wait till morning. Besides, just from the name [i]Lady Lucks[/i] Fitz felt a little nervous at the prospect of going there. It didn't seem to be as safe and calming as the toy store was. Biting his lip, Fitz paused for a moment before making his next move, hoping that Royus wasn't judging his chess skills too badly. 

	[color=8882be]"Y-You're very good at this,"[/color] Fitz said, paying the man a compliment. Age brought experience along with it, Fitz supposed. And of course, Fitz's stutter wasn't as bad as it could be. It was even becoming tolerable in Royus' company, the most anyone could hope for unless they knew Fitz for a while. He was glad to have met Royus. He was the second person Fitz ran into that day that he felt he could become friends with. For someone with social anxiety like Fitz, it was a big deal. 

	Fitz readjusted the strap of his bag, still oblivious to the people from Lady Lucks who had spotted him and Daphne earlier. If he hadn't been strongly advised to never let his bag go unattended before he left Osiris, he would've just set it on the ground. Not everywhere was as safe and welcoming as the core worlds.