The Hunt
Kadence might not be a stranger to the darker streets of London but that doesn't mean she blends into the well. Though is isn't true either she could blend in but today... Today was about getting noticed. There was no better way to get noticed in a corrupt and dangerous place then to look like you don't belong. It took Kadence no time at all to plow through three or four thugs to find somebody that knew something helpful. She was hunting a certain man that was very careful, very clever, and very important to her.
She had a block of Ice for a father. A child for an uncle who needed her care more than he could care for her and she was tired of it. They never talked about their younger brother but it was easy enough to suss out emotions linked to loss. Now it would take an awful big and personal loss to cause BOTH holmes boys to show grief and loss which meant family.
Being a yarder provided her with easy access to birth records and obviously inaccurate death records. Then it was just a matter of following the whispers. There were always whispers, rumours, and legends that become just too big to keep to yourself. Someone always talks, and Kadence always listens.
That leads her to the now. Standing in a warehouse waiting to meet her /lost but not for long/ uncle in the place of the junkie she beat to a pulp earlier. Hopefully he didn't run off she was tired of hide and seek. This hunt was over and she wanted to meet the last of her family.
