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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, making for Blood Market Row • [color=#812442][b]Time:[/b][/color] Nightfall[/center]
[center][color=#812442][b]Interactions:[/b][/color]William [@Theyra] • [color=#812442][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Dom, Tessa, Kessler[/center]
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[color=aa2e3e]"Let's make tracks then."[/color] Alicia said, rising from the table. [color=aa2e3e]"Gotta buy a new jacket now anyway..."[/color] She mumbled, not really intending any ire. [color=aa2e3e]"Do hope Tessa's okay."[/color] She added offhandedly, glancing at William over her shoulder as they passed through the door and into the night. [color=aa2e3e]"Everyone was pretty fucked up about this all but I think she took it hardest. Least far as I can see."[/color] She continued, giving a brief, petty little 'heh'. [color=aa2e3e]"No matter how hard I try, I can't really get into Dom's head, and especially not Kessler. Lot of the Fangs are a rowdy bunch, kind of crowd I was pretty used to seeing, uh-"[/color] She stopped herself short. [color=aa2e3e]"Never mind. Got nostalgic about some stupid bullshit."[/color]

Silence fell between the pair as they wove through the moon-kissed streets of Halcyon. She felt eyes on them - but nothing more than the knowing gazes of other Lycans, or the lingering gazes of loud college boys landing on the goth bitch on the sidewalk. Her paranoia never quite let up, and only began to worsen once they were out of the Fangs' territory in full. She nudged William with her elbow. [color=aa2e3e]"Remember, we're trying to sniff out a trail via the people who sell information. Where we find those people is uh..."[/color] She cleared her throat. She was mostly trying to get her mind off the unease, but it helped to find that point of focus either way. [color=aa2e3e]"Well, we improvise. Maybe we start- What's the term I'm looking for... False flagging?"[/color]

She snaps her fingers, eyes widening with realization. [color=aa2e3e]"Yeah. We start acting like we're the ones asking after Fang higher-ups."[/color] She explained, tugging again on Will's sleeve. [color=aa2e3e]"Get people to point us towards y'know, people who know shit about the Fangs and have been selling that information and then in the process we could start feeding them misinfo."[/color] She continued. [color=aa2e3e]"And whoever acts on that fake information - well we know who's been squealing for one. That narrows things down."[/color]

She spread her lips into a grin, her fangs glistening, as she punched William in the arm playfully. [color=aa2e3e]"Then sic you or, like, Kessler on 'em."[/color] She said, cracking her knuckles. [color=aa2e3e]"Well, implying Kessler isn't already ripping someone to shreds tonight..."[/color] She mused, shoving her hands in her pockets, coughing awkwardly. [color=aa2e3e]"Meh."[/color]

She glanced sidelong at William, tilting her head. [color=aa2e3e]"Hey, you're a bit of a stray mutt like me. You wound up here. Got any stories? Any idea at all what you were up to before..."[/color] She clicked her tongue, nodding abstractly at the buildings. [color=aa2e3e]"Y'know, was there a 'before Halcyon' for you, or you a local?"[/color] She asked. [color=aa2e3e]"Just uh... Filling the air, I guess. Walking like this in silence gets me antsy, or something..."[/color]