#lethalitisms 01

It hadn't been the brightest thing to do to walk down the path of the seediest parts of Spirale. She should have listened to Haru, who has tried to persuade her to NOT walk down this path, but...

There are a couple of things I need to get. They're things for the offerings. Specific stuff the spirits asked for. Don't worry, I'll be alright.

She was armed after all. She had means of protecting herself and should things get wirey, Haru could just fly quickly and ask for help! He was with her, flying just above.

It only took a few hours to grab the things she needed at those seedy shops, but she did it and now the item was in her possession. Hopefully, she doesn't come across her Cafe December Boss or anyone else. The LAST thing she wants is for them to think she was into hardcore drugs!

Now, on her way out of the seediest part, she's stopped by a couple of people. They want what she has in the bag. OF course they do.

Certainly, Crimson Lane has to be one of Sebastian's most frequent places on the entire island. Sure, he has his likes, but nothing beats the Crimson Lane's desires, selfishness, and crimes. Sebastian has always been drawn to it. It's what he is, after all. Tonight, he lounges in one of the many bars that Crimson Lane has to offer and golden eyes scrutinize his surroundings for potential victims for the night.

It isn't the many heartbeats that are throbbing in the night that catch his attention or the smell of someone's blood having been spilled from a punch to the face for something they had said, but the presence of a blond male sitting just a few barstools down away from him. His presence DRAWS him out of everyone in this room. However, not only that, but the scent he catches from this man is, to say the least, intriguing.

"You stick out."

another year, another poor sod to rope into a snowball fight. the city sections it off for a reason, but that's never stopped yuri from scouting before, now, has it?

plus, this one's brawnier than zelos! he'd make a decent human shield in a pinch (i mean, what? who said that?).

An investigative tip had come through the agency, but none of the usual "sidekicks" (she hated that word Hawks had chosen) were available to take the job. For all intents and purposes, it had seemed lowkey enough--an investigation more or less to affirm the tip's information, nothing more than that.

Lucia was used to that, having been involved in enough of her own investigations back home, as new as the experiences were. And so she'd volunteered to take on the job.

She did some intel before, of course, far more used to that sort of work than on-the-ground investigation, and was intrigued to find an article written by an E. Sym that had rather decent coverage of what she'd wanted to know prior to heading in. Not enough to call off their own investigation, but enough to leave Lucia feeling better informed.

She decided entering through a maintenance hall was her best bet. A quick portal allowed her onto the other side of the door without triggering any alarms, and she quickly ducks around a corner, her phone already out to review the map of the facility she'd found, the ambient glow of her eyes and wings the only source of light other than her dimmed phone's screen.

It was probably nerves that had her forgetting to watch around corners as she moved, or even to cast a barrier to alert her when someone got too close. That's why she's allowed to have released an embarrassing, if soft, squeak when she rounded a corner only to discover another person also sneaking about.

This place was nothing like Magnus had seen before. Which was pretty standard. Sadly the wooden sword and garbage can shield was also pretty on par for how his life had gone so far. Not only was his dad’s sword missing, but even his hotel issued sword was gone. No sign of his friends either.

At least he hadn’t died yet. Or been chased out yet. He spotted something more unusual than even the weirder things he had seen, a man with some black thing poking out of his shoulder.