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[color=CDBD2B][b]Time: [/b][/color]Sunset
[color=CDBD2B][b]Location: [/b][/color]The Pit
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[color=CDBD2B][b]Jams:[/b][/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VivJj-dRkTc]"Aint no mercy in this life, there's nowhere left to runaway..."[/url][/center][hr]

The nice thing about illusions is that you don't even need to use real magic to perform them. The mind is not as infallible as many would like to believe and that is something that self-proclaimed [i]magicians[/i] capitalize on. A quick word-game, a sleight of hand, and a bit of misdirection and you can have most poor fouls fumbling to remember their own birthday. It is truly frightening the kind of mental gymnastics the mind can do, and Lucius had spent his life testing how far the mind can leap before it breaks. Fire can sear flesh from the bone but it was the illusions he has perfected over centuries that can make an individual question their very reality. 

Lucius leaned against the bar wearing one of his many [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/6f/36/a06f36b6b3d6a23941bcb7a13d917d2f.jpg]masks[/url], certain that his normal appearance would not gain him the results he needed from tonight. A number of rings, imbued with powerful magics, were worn on his fingers in case of an emergency given the highly dangerous nature of what he was here for. The fake ID was child's play to acquire and needed only a simple spell, perfect enough to fool the bouncer who undoubtedly was a tad buzzed himself. He turned inward to face the bartender, offering a suave smile at the female and displayed the back of his wrist [color=CDBD2B]"Well hello there beautiful, one razerac if you would."[/color] He stated flirtatiously, giving a small wink while he put on a perfect Yorkshire accent. His identity was that of a foreign exchange student studying at the nearby university. The bartender smiled back and nodded [color=f49ac2]"I'll get right on it."[/color]

Casually he turned back around to observe the rest of the club and the dance floor in particular. A semi-famous DJ was schedule for tonight so the crowd was a bit larger than normal, which also meant that the number of sharks in the water would be greater. Lucius also caught the brief gazes of the two men who had came with him, members of his coven to help with tonight's prey. Given that they were on a tight time-frame and had a sizable quota, this would not be the only hunting grounds they visited tonight. The sizable supernatural population here certainly suited his needs, but the number of strategic players present concerned him. 

His requested drink was placed on a neon-colored coaster on the bar top behind him [color=CDBD2B]"Cheers!"[/color] He called out to the bartender as he took the drink in his hands to take a sip. The burning sensation as it went down his throat was delightful and its taste was not half bad, though he did miss the beverages of his time in Europe. While he awaited a target to present itself, he pondered how the local art exhibition was fairing. It was tempting to make an appearance to see what Americans considered art these days but such an event was likely to draw the kind of crowd he was hoping to avoid tonight. As these and other thoughts crossed his mind, his eyes connected with a rather attractive red-headed woman who was heading his way. Hidden amidst the sultry and flirtatious looks, were the signs of the primal hunger he had been searching for. It seems that one of the sharks had taken the bait, now it was simply time to reel them in.