[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/rscnxB8.png[/img][/center] [center][h1][color=#4b4c4b]Alicia Tenebris[/color][/h1][/center] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [center][color=#812442][b]Location:[/b][/color] Golden Wok • [color=#812442][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dusk, bleeding into the evening.[/center] [center][color=#812442][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Staff & Patrons, William Connors [@Theyra] • [color=#812442][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] N/A[/center] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [color=aa2e3e]"Yeah, extra spring rolls. Thanks Shan."[/color] Came the voice of the Golden Wok's regular, Alicia Tenebris. She brushed a lock of white hair from the side of her face as she pulled her jacket hood back, absentmindedly tapping at her phone, scrolling her social media feed while she leaned on the table nearest the counter where a young man was presently doing his homework. She tutted as she hesitated on a particular post and rolled her eyes, angrily tapping out a reply before shoving the device in the pocket of her torn jeans. [color=aa2e3e]"Fuckin' anime-only tourists. You shouldn't have opinions if you haven't read the manga..."[/color] She griped under her breath. "You shouldn't get that mad at strangers on the internet all the time." The studying youth beside her casually stated, his gaze not drifting from the laptop. She swallowed hard, embarassed he'd even heard her, and ignored him pointedly as she planted her palms on the counter, watching distractedly as the staff busily prepared her order behind the plexiglass. The scent of the braised duck wasn't what was making the lycan's nose itch. She felt a twitch in her ear as it picked up something... Off - and she clicked her tongue in annoyance. She was off the clock, it probably wasn't her problem. Probably. There was a tension in the air that she really didn't like - and she nearly yipped when, in her reverie, the bag crinkled on the counter. Sheepishly, she nodded to the girl at the counter and shrunk a bit as she backpedaled out of the door. The air was heavy tonight with something she couldn't place and it set her nerves on edge. She found herself feeling a rush of paranoia, eyes flicking to and fro scanning the passersby as she walked, sticking close to the edges of the buildings and making herself as small as possible, avoiding eye contact anytime it threatened to connect. She rubbed her temple - no amount of trying to distract herself daydreaming about anime was taking her focus off that... Sense. [color=aa2e3e]"No no no, it's my day off..."[/color] She quietly whined to herself, her gaze flicking up along the length of the road that would have led to her apartment and this week's episode of 'Long-Haul Trucker-san In Another World?!' - her favorite this season. She hesitated at the intersection. Halcyon had been a bit of a shithole - she learned that well enough over the past several years - but something big was about to blow up and it made her hackles rise and set her on edge, even more than her typical paranoia and hyper-awareness generally did. [i][color=aa2e3e]"Fuckin' Fangs..."[/color][/i] She thought to herself, as she began to make her way towards their shared hideout. That's what it was, she dimly recognized. That primordial feeling, that sensation that a member of a pack got when one of their own is in danger or distress. There was a familiarity to that sensation. She'd been slowly integrating with the Fangs long enough that her instincts were beginning to line up with the others. That itch had started just yesterday, but she'd done her damndest to ignore it. Today though, just this evening, it began to compound. The pack was pissed about something, and though she had no idea what, she was feeling it. Rounding another street corner, Alicia's eyes narrowed and she sighed. She wasn't the new kid anymore, but it still felt a little odd running into the others in the wild, so to speak. She tutted, and held up the bag of takeout with a finger, placing a hand on her hip as she clicked her tongue twice to get his attention. [color=aa2e3e]"Dickhead."[/color] She announced, face to face with William Connors. She regarded the other Lycan with the quality of a coworker who really wasn't looking forward to overtime. [color=aa2e3e]"Dinner time for you too?"[/color] She opened. [color=aa2e3e]"I was just about to head back, but something feels off tonight. Dunno if you're reading it too, but I was about to make for the hideout."[/color] She explained. Hesitating a moment, she chewed on her lip, choosing her next words. She'd really prefer making the trip solo, but Halcyon wasn't friendly to loners. Just walking to the corner store at night usually puts her on edge. Having a bruiser at her back might be smart. [color=aa2e3e]"Grab your shit and walk with me."[/color] She noted the confused look on the older Lycan's face and tutted with an added eye roll. [color=aa2e3e]"Look, you've been with the Fangs longer than I have. Something's itching at you right now, right? Something bad happened and..."[/color] She cleared her throat, noting the volume in her voice as she stepped closer, lowering her tone as she raised her gaze to look him in the eye. [color=aa2e3e]"Quick trip to the hideout, make sure everything's chill, and we can fuck off back to our business. Sound good?"[/color] She stepped back and leaned on a lamppost, as she dug into the bag and rifled about for a spring roll, crunching into it and wiping her fingers on her coat. [color=aa2e3e]"Quick twenty minute sidequest. Just could use the backup if my instincts are right, you feel?"[/color]