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[center][h1][color=#4b4c4b]Alicia Tenebris[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=#812442][b]Location:[/b][/color] Cracked Fang • [color=#812442][b]Time:[/b][/color] Nightfall[/center]
[center][color=#812442][b]Interactions:[/b][/color]Dom [@Oso] • [color=#812442][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] N/A[/center]
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Alicia's stomach turned as Dominic's fingers coiled around the silver handle of the gavel. The sickening scent of burning, rent flesh crossed her nose. She wasn't particularly fond of the show he put on for this - but she'd be the last person to question it. At least not out loud. The gavel slammed on the table and shocked her from her own train of thought, the sound like a rifle's report. She unconsciously leaned in as he declared Church in session, lowering her head in almost instinctual deference. She hadn't taken a seat, choosing to remain standing in her spot away from the others - not too far from the loud gaggle of youngbloods. Her gaze flickered to them - still sitting politely like children scolded by a father whose patience had run out. Or whose patience hadn't existed to begin with, she mused momentarily.


[color=aa2e3e][i]"Don't look at me. Don't look at me. Don't look at me."[/i][/color] She mentally pleaded as he began to sweep across the room, but their eyes met. She shrank instinctively, but her heart fluttered in trepidation. [color=aa2e3e][i]"Don't say it. Don't fucking say what I think you're gonna say."[/i][/color]

[color=goldenrod]"Logan… Our brother-"[/color]

Alicia's blood turned to ice immediately as her suspicions were immediately and wholly vindicated before Blackmoor had finished his sentence. Arms crossed, she clutched her arms, the jacket's leather creaking under the tension of her grip as she ground her teeth. His words turned into white noise for a short time as she ran over the possible outcomes of this night in her head. This had to mean war - or at least some kind of response. It'd be in kind - an investigation leading to an assassination. Eye for an eye. But the Fangs wouldn't be content trading Logan's life one-to-one. There was gonna be a lot more blood involved than that.

[color=goldenrod]"I need you to dig. Do you hear me? I need all of you to help me figure out who did this to our brother."[/color] He commanded, and she suppressed a click of her tongue - out of equal parts respect and fear of repercussions if her displeasure was made known. The investigation work - that wouldn't fall on her, right? There were other scouts in the pack, many of them in some ways more loyal and more motivated than her, but...

Her gaze narrowed as it fell on the spot where the gavel had struck the table moments before. She felt it too - the overwhelming howl for retribution bubbling in her throat same as the others. Logan was good people. He'd been one of the only ones who recognized some of her anime figures when he'd stopped by on business in the past. Though she couldn't muster the same righteous indignation as many of her packmates around her, this was a cut she shared with the people who'd taken her in. But it didn't run deep enough, it didn't-

[color=766359]"They forgot to teach'em to never mess with a man's family..."[/color] Lucian cried, and she sighed in reluctant agreement. She nodded as he warned the pack not to travel alone, and gave a meaningful nod to William in appreciation for his earlier escort. With everything said, she'd probably ask for a ride back to the apartment at least as she pushed off the wall, the session seemingly coming to a close. She'd happily hide out at home and wait for the pack to reach out [b]if[/b] she was needed.

Yet before she could take a step, she froze as she watched Tessa sink to her knees, wailing in agony for her lost brother, and Alicia's gaze froze on her. A wave of shame roiled in her gut for even considering ducking out, and she hated it. Here was someone who'd lost someone so close to her it was like a part of herself was shorn from her very soul - and even as distant as Alicia wanted to be in the moment, she couldn't ignore this one. So it was with a deep, steeling breath, she straightened her back, let out a low, bracing growl, and lifted her gaze to Dominic.

[color=aa2e3e]"Gimme an escort, and the address of that warehouse. Can't send out the muscle til we know our enemy - or whatever."[/color] She said. Her voice carried across the hall with an authority she either didn't know she had - or had forgotten about as a vestige of her old life. [color=aa2e3e]"I don't need you to draw up a contract for this one. It's on the fucking house."[/color] She growled. [color=aa2e3e]"You know how I operate. I'm not gonna start picking fights with any asshole that smells a little bloody. I'll get you your names, Blackmoor."[/color]

She stepped forward, clearing the hall, and shed her jacket. She leaned down and gently draped it over Tessa's shoulders. They weren't exactly friends, per-se, but it still sucked seeing her break down like this. Tessa's bubbliness usually got on Alicia's nerves, but the sight of her in the moment stoked a sisterly instinct.

[color=aa2e3e]"Blood's still gotta be fresh-ish, right? There's no way Logan went down without a fight. If anyone's gonna pick up whatever scent's left, you know I'm your girl."[/color] She said to Dominic as she stepped back, giving Tessa a little room. [color=aa2e3e]"Focus your energy on getting everyone in line, 'specially those fucks."[/color] She said, throwing a thumb over her shoulder at the rapidly shrinking loudmouths behind her. [color=aa2e3e]"But no matter how riled up we are right now, we approach this tactically."[/color]

She closed her eyes, and turned on her heel, and opened them, scanning the room for any sign of consensus. The worry that everyone would be ready to burst into the night and turn Halcyon's streets into rivers of blood was a real concern for her. She glanced, almost nervously, over her shoulder at Dominic, searching to see if he shared it.