~ Neirie ~

 A somewhat small figure stood silently in a heavily shaded alley. Almost statuesque, one would have thought it was made of marble, had the icy blue eyes not been darting back and forth every few minutes. The figure's other facial features were mostly hidden as a large mage like hood draped over most of the dark hair and forehead. Large sleeves hung up to the figures hands, which were perched as if folded across it's nose. The large hooded jacket came down to the figures thighs and small legs covered in a black shiny material protruded into thick black rubber heeled boots. 
Barely any wind or movement came from the alley as the small figure seemed to be checking that it was safe to cross the road. 
 An ever so small poof of air escaped the figure's lips followed by a short huff. 
 The figures shoulders sagged in defeat and it plopped to the ground like an overly used duffle bag. The hood still hung over the figures forehead but the sleeves had fallen back to show lace arm gloves covering up and around the middle fingers. 
A somewhat more bored sigh came about as the eyes began to slowly dart back and forth again. 
"[i][color=7bcdc8]Well Neirie, we've been here for hours and about the only 'GoOd' info we've been able to decipher, is that there are definitely other powerful beings here. That there's some unusual sized groups in about three to four areas? MAYBE? But we're pretty sure of a couple spots. So what do we do? Should we go start at one. Scope a bit. Then go to the other? Or just sit here till we decide which one MiGhT be more important?[/color][/i]". She bit lightly into her lower lip with one fang, biting the end of a long, sharpened nail between her other teeth. Shelet loose a more child like whine than a sigh. 
"[i][color=7bcdc8]UgH! I hate waiting on myself, so. It'd be faster to pick one and determine if its important or not as quickly as possible![/color][/i]" She nodded her head dramatically whilst literally hopping to her feet. Placing one hand on her hip, she put her chin in the place between her other forefinger and thumb and made a squished thinking face. 
"[i][color=7bcdc8]I guess since I've been to neither before. I'll start with the farthest away. Then, I can just teleport back here, and be closer to the other![/color][/i]" She giggled softly but cheerily and a small childish grin spread across her marble face. 


 After making sure her hood was in place and letting her arms dangle beside her to keep the sleeves well over her hands, she wandered quietly (dare say silently) out of the alley and along the sidewalk. She tried to make sure and note any other beings with strange auras near her. Just to try and keep track, a little. 
As she slowly roamed the streets she very abruptly had the scent of blood slam against her senses. She stopped in her tracks as she snarled slightly before a warming feeling fell over her. Yes. Warming. She had smelled other blood ever so slightly before this other, scent. It'd been human. She was sure of it. Layered with alcohol as it may be it was definitely human. 
 But that other scent. It was almost maddening. Still stuck in her current position, she searched her mind rapidly. She didn't think she had ever sensed or smelled anything like it before. Perhaps... Maybe she had. So long ago even her aged mind couldn't remember. 
 All she knew is that it seemed powerful. Or at the absolute least interesting. 
 A small cheshire grin crawled over her lips and she nodded dramatically again. 
"[i][color=7bcdc8]Yup. We were right! Definitely the right direction. Might not be the monster we're after. But I fathom this delectable scent either has some sort of info, or might know something that does. Worth a look see at least![/color][/i]"
 A weird movement came from inside the hooded cloak. It looked as if her body had been made into wiggling noodles to a would be bystander. Though underneath a fairly normal happenstance of Neirie pulling her arms into the jacket itself, wiggling her 'Batpack' around to her front side and pulling out her cigarette pack and lighter. Arms still 'inside' her jacket she wiggled her hands and wrists through the neck hole area, lit the cigarette and slid her hands back inside. The noodle dance began again and shortly after her arms slid back into their rightful sleeves. Still a small grin on her lips she began to almost hop down the sidewalk.