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[center][h1][u]Alizée Altieri[/u][/h1][/center]

[color=lightgray][i][u]Location: Veni Vedi Veni, Parking Lot[/u][/i][/color]
[@Punished GN], [@AtomicEmperor]

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[i][b]"I don't know who you are, who you're with, or why you're doing this... But, please put our friend down before this gets [/b][/i][b]ugly[/b][i][b]."[/b][/i]

Silence.

Then, a long sigh.

She was surrounded on all sides. That escalated fast. From the necklace the girl on the left wore, to the girl on the right posied with sharp-seeming leaves, to the trump card leading the jump staring Alizée down from on the top of [i]her[/i] car roof. How [i]inconvenient.[/i]

The redhead chirped despite getting the life passively squeezed out of her. [i][b]"Oh, I am so happy to see you all! That means the others are comin' right!?"[/b][/i]

[i]Others?[/i]

The ground under her drunkenly swooned, and she stumbled, hiccuping in an uninterested manner. There was a weight in her hand. Oh. The phone. The redhead's phone. It was still open. Alizée stared at the African-American woman in front of her for a long moment, watching if they would kill her on the spot or wait a bit.

They seemed to be waiting for a response of some sorts. [i]Good.[/i]

She checked the phone, scrolling through the texts. One part stuck out to her as she skimmed. This... group. These magic-folk, they were looking for the Wolfpack too. That was [i]interesting.[/i]

She looked up, her platinum hair stirring in the night wind, before half-heartedly tossing the redhead's phone up to the girl standing on her car. Instead of giving a response, she procured a cigarette and matchbox from her purse, striking the match and lighting the end, taking a suck that made the cherry end glow, lighting up a mind racing with thoughts.

[color=#A299FD][i]"Well, well."[/i][/color] Void said in a hushed, gravely tone in her mind, looking over Alizée's shoulder. [color=#A299FD][i]"He's got some damn good timing, doesn't he?"[/i][/color]

[color=C67C12][i][b]"Quel est le problème, ma douce main? La nourriture ne peut pas être si rare, non?"[/b][/i][/color]

She leaned forward a bit, feeling the monster of a man towering behind her as he asked his question. The cigarette was pressed to her lips again, another draw lighting the end. Smoke swirled around her purple and red eyes, mixing with the shades of Voidlight passively wisping off her aura. 

This wasn't good.

They were outnumbered. She was unsure of the talents these magic folks possessed. She was also unsure if there were more. She had back-up. But... would it be enough?

She took another long draw. About 45 seconds had passed since she grabbed the redhead. Time was slowly ticking down for the lady, but that's what Alizée had. Time. She could see the flickers of white light seeping off the woman's gripped body, coalescing around Alizée, slacking a portion, a sliver, of her thirst. Time... 

Time to fight?

No. Time to negotiate.

[b]"Merci, Leon,"[/b] She glanced up out of the corner of her eye at the towering man. Her friend. Her elder brother. [b]"Mais il semble que nous ne soyons pas les seuls à rôder ce soir."[/b]

She took another long drag, before flicking the cigarette down, and crushing it under her heel. Her lazer gaze glanced up at the woman standing unceremoniously on her car.

She gave the redhead a squeeze in her phantom grip, relishing it for a moment before a helplessly predatory smile crossed her features. 

[b]"Tell me what business you have with the Wolfpack, and I'll let her go."[/b]