for: @reidhalstead where: The Summer Masquerade
It's infuriating, this fucking city and its little whirlpool melting pot of monsters. She misses her roadbound days of tracking down His cavalier and incautious flunkies, who did little to cover their tracks and less to keep her specifically from finding them. Port Leiry truly has presented an uninvited roadblock in so many ways. She's on the lookout for somebody, anybody that sticks out, from any of the photos she'd found on the dead pimp's phone. From any of the names she'd found in his little black book. Hollow comfort, the fact she has a place to squat for now, even if its only until his people realize he's not coming around anymore. Worse is the hangup on just how she can gather information at a masquerade where something is making it unusually hard to see past even the most flimsy mask. The full body's worth of vampiric blood she'd gorged herself on days prior is on its last legs here, and she feels fang itch and mind clouding. "Couldn't just be a normal fucking masquerade." She grumbles under her breath.