#shadow.start

[dialvgued]

HE WAS SILENT AS HE MOVED THROUGHOUT THE BAR. It wasn't common, sure, for a nephilim to make an appearance without violence to follow but Malcolm came for one thing and one thing only; a drink or ten, before he made himself known somewhere else. His expression was... mean, on the surface, but that wasn't exactly new in the last six years. Only certain people saw just how soft he could be these days; and you'd be surprised to know it wasn't those of his own kind. When approached, he shook his head no, just in case it was someone who wanted to start something he really had no desire to have to finish. "I'm only here for a drink," it was, after all, a promise. If you wanted anyone from his kind around you, it might just be the guy who didn't believe in the code anymore.

[shadesof-sage]

While Sage wasn’t necessarily what you’d call a party animal, she was known to attend any event that might afford her with some opportunity to curry social standing. “The drinks are good, at least... but isn’t this all just a bit ostentatious? Seems a bit like an excuse to show off how much money they can spend,” she chuckled with amusement.

[dialvgued]

LATE NIGHTS MEANT SCROLLING BACK ALLEYS, LOOKING FOR A LEAD. Her latest case was that of a woman who'd been drained of blood. Local authorities of course chalked it up to an animal attack while Enola knew the truth. The woman's mother begged her for help -- but knowing how deep the downworld went, it would be hard to find the original attacker. That is, if she hadn't figured out someone was following her. She turned and spoke, while signing out of habit, "Can I help you?" after a distance in which the other still remained behind her.

[shadesof-sage]

“Do you know if there’s a butcher in here somewhere? I need to buy some... odds and ends.” Sage asked, glancing around the sprawling Dubois Marketplace, but there were so many people and stalls, it seemed she’d have to venture further to find what she needed. “They say this place has everything, right?”