[color=silver][center][color=#a350ae][h2]π’œπ“π‘’π“ˆπ“ˆπ’Ά 𝐡𝒾𝒢𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒾[/h2][/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/5U8Q8nq.png[/img] [hr][/center][right][sub][color=#a350ae]Location: [/color]TIME Agency [color=#a350ae]Hit Points:[/color] 12 | [color=#a350ae]Sanity:[/color] 60 | [color=#a350ae]Luck: [/color]45 [color=#a350ae]Mental State: [/color]Sane | [color=#a350ae]Skill:[/color] n/a[/sub][/right] Of all the vices, Alessa ranked tardiness among the worst. Not the worst, certainly; she'd seen people commit enough heinous acts in her lifetime to know humans were capable of far worse things than showing up a few minutes late, but time was a precious thing and robbing others of it was indeed foul. In her line of work, a delay of even a minute could be the difference between life and death. She doubted being delayed from a meeting with Mr. Peacock was a matter of life and death at this stage, but that didn't make her frustration any more palatable. Missing cases were time sensitive matters too, though considering the person in question was a man rich enough for her to remember his name, he must've either disappeared of his own volition, or be beyond saving. She knew how the families operated, after all, a little more intimately than she would have liked. Still, if the meeting had already been held and the investigation started, Alessa knew they others wouldn't be missing much in her. Her expertise didn't lay in finding people as such, but rather ensuring their well-being after they were found or, come cases where madness was suspected, what caused it. Sometimes, she mostly just figured out the cause of death. Those were her least favourite cases. The click of Alessa's heels picked up pace, to a point that people started giving her way. She was determined as a train, unmovable from her trajectory - until, very much unlike a train, she came to a sudden stop. The front door of TIME stood before her, faster than she'd expected. Alessa adjusted the bag on her shoulder, drew in a breath so as not to pant, then reached for the door, just as it swung open. Behind it, she found familiar faces and the tail end of a conversation. [color=#a350ae]"Pardon me," [/color]for the interruption and the tardiness, though she didn't specify such out loud. [color=#a350ae]"There was an urgent matter that kept me."[/color] Her brows furrowed at the memory. And here she'd thought she would have gotten some peace and quiet in her temporary Arkham residence. Word of illicit medical services travelled fast, it seemed. [color=#a350ae]"I'm more than happy to drive a part of the way to... well, wherever we might be heading. Though not without coffee, if the drive is to be long. And we all certainly know the importance of regular meals, do we not?" [/color]She took on a tone that made mockery of a lecture, then continued with a smile, holding open the door. [color=#a350ae]"Do tell what I missed on the way."[/color] [/color]