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A figure is perched on the roof of a building, cloaked in darkness. The black cloak shifts slightly as the figure adjusts the angle so as to see its target better. The figure watches four men in the alley below, taking in every detail. Silent and unseen the men are unaware of the figure listening in on their conversation.
The figure tenses then and sniffs the air, recoiling slightly. The men hush as a young woman enters the alleyway. Blond hair hangs loose down her back and her blue eyes are emotionless. The men bow low at her approach, lowering their eyes. She tilts her head the slightest bit, but is otherwise still.
"What have you found?" She speaks in a monotone voice and the eldest of the men answers.
"The Prin- er… the target has not made an appearance nor left any evidence of her passing through this town, M'lady."
The figure on the roof begins to back away slowly, until the people in the alley would not notice the movement. Slowly standing and backing to the other side of the roof, the figure does not notice the birds behind it. With a flurry they take flight and noise can be heard from the men.
The figure lets out a soft string of curses in a foreign language as it jumps from the top of the two story building, landing on its feet. It jumps up and begins to run away from the approaching voices, nothing more than a shadow. The breeze catches the figure's hood and a head covered in long silver hair is revealed. Red eyes peer out of a lovely, fierce, battle scarred face.
The girl runs down several alleys in an attempt to ditch the men, but they continue to gain on her. Just as she is about to turn to face them, she runs head first into something tall. She falls back on her rear with a thud and looks up at a surprised man. His hazel-green eyes leave hers as he hears a commotion down the alley.
She quickly gets up and is about to run when he grabs her arm. She turns to hit him but he dodges her fist and pushes her back, none too gently, and into a doorway. She again finds herself on her butt, though before she can get up footsteps near, so she scoots back into the shadows and pulls her hood up. The steps stop in front of the entrance but she cannot see anything past the man that had shoved her in there.
"You there boy, have you seen a girl run by here with silver hair and red eyes?" A voice, the eldest man's, demands. She can sense the spell laced within his words; a truth spell. She was so screwed. She thinks to herself, preparing to run again. The voice of the younger man stops her though.
"Hmmm…. I can't say I have sir. May I ask why you are looking for her?" He speaks with an accent, Italian perhaps, maybe Spanish? She cannot tell, but what really catches her attention is that he had lied. He had lied to a truth spell. While pondering this she notices the elder of the two leave. She does not notice however, the Italian/Spanish man approach her. She jumps at his voice in front of her.
"Two things. Who are you and why are they really after you?" She looks up at him again and slaps an arrogant smirk on her face.
"Sorry Babe, my business isn't a public thing." She says with as much confidence as she could summon. Once again she moves to leave but, again, he catches her arm.
"You want privacy, huh?" He asks then continues to drag her to a door and guide her inside. She knows she could easily take him, but for some reason, she does not sense him to be a threat. Maybe it was the accent. She lets him lead her into what appears to be a bar. She notices that it is nearly empty and wonders exactly what time it is.
"Em, could you get her a seat? I need to talk to the damn boss." The man says as he approaches the bar. A young girl with wavy silver-blond hair and cold indigo eyes enters and looks me over. She nods once and the man goes through the door she came from. We wait there for a few minutes both drinking a glass of water that she had poured.
"So, wat'a'ya lovely ladies doing here this late at night?" We both look over at the man who spoke. He was tall, with sparkling blue eyes, glasses, and sandy blond hair. He wears a bomber jacket and a huge, genuine smile. The girl does not answer and I just chuckle before deciding to ignore the too happy, obviously American, man.
He pouts and begins to say something else when the Italian/Spanish man walks back in with a stern looking woman. She wears a brown leather jacket and a blue and white striped scarf but her green eyes sparkle with mischief and her blond hair is spiky.
"Emily thank you for watching her." The woman says. Emily nods again and leaves. The American hovers for a moment before leaving as well. The red eyed girl wonders if it is because of the way the brunette is glowering. She thinks it to be rather adorable. She notices that the bar is now empty aside from the tree of them.
"I was informed of the events that have taken place outside of my bar. I want answers girl." The woman says strongly but not harshly. The girl raises her head and stands. She meets the woman's gaze calmly and speaks clearly.
"It's no business of yours what I do. Do not think otherwise, girl." She turns to leave but is stopped by, guess who? Yep, again. "What do you want now?"
"I would like it very much if you would please give us an explanation as to why I had to deal with that man for you." She narrows her eyes at him. She knows what he is doing, bringing that up. He is holding it over her though, gratefully, he does not speak loud enough for the woman to hear. She tilts her head, almost animalistic in a way. He does not waver so she smirks once again.
"Tell me your name boy." He stiffens and her smirk grows. Adorable.
"My name is Lovino Vargas." A memory pulls at the girl's mind but she ignores her reaction to the name and speaks.
"Bow your head boy, you are looking at the heir to the throne of the Fae Kingdom." The woman drops to her knees and places her head to the ground and the girl smirks again. She looks over at the boy expecting to see him in the same position. Instead, he is looking at her closely, examining her. Then he begins to swear under his breath, a combination of words that would make the worst sailors blush. She tilts her head again as he looks at her again.
"It is a pleasure to see you again, Julchen." He says.