Kefira is settling at a downtown plaza, next to a fountain, watching the kine around her. It was saturday still for them, and rejoicing and partying hung heavily in the air. Innocent fools … but she would give her own life to maintain that innocence. She allowed herself, briefly, to just let their emotions reverberate inside her, to feel their joy at being alive, off work and

school. She felt no regret that this life was not hers, however. It never had been.

Natasha makes her way along side the people enjoying their Saturday out. She watches here and there but also is absorbed in her own thoughts, something about the night keeping her attention and holding it fast.

Kefira inhales deeply of a woman’s perfume, and of .. her scent. Realizing that she is hungry, Kefira shutters herself quickly to the intoxicating sensations, grimacing a little. She was usually so careful. Starting to search for a … donor … she scans the crowd. Her gaze locks on a woman, who seems to be alone. She also appears preoccupied, and Kefira briefly ponders it’s

importance, then decides to let Allah guide. She arises and starts weaving her way deftly towards Natasha.

Natasha continues to skirt the edges of the crowd, picking a pocket or two along the way to line her own. She smirks a bit to herself, going unnoticed and moving easily through the people toward nowhere in particular.

Kefira follows without much difficulty – tracking is not foreign to her, and it’s easy peasy as long as she has the target within her sights. She even does it without being apparent, shifting from group of people to group of people, though she does wonder where her target is going.

Natasha pauses for a moment and gets her bearings, and then turns off away from the main street and starts to take what appears to be a shortcut through some buildings. She is quick on her feet, this doesn’t seem unnatural for her at all as she hops a fence here or ducks through the back end of some resteraunt there.

Kefira ‘s goal of securing a sip of vitae fades as she realizes that she may be following someone who is more than than she seems. This does not mean she gives up the chase – oh no. She -has- to know what is going on, and she is growing more intrigued by the minute. She jumps the same fence and ducks through the back end of the restauremt, careful not to alert her quarry, enjoying

herself by now.

Natasha stops off in the back parking lot of Belle’s nightclub and there she checks to see what goodies she has managed to pilfer from the locals. She studies each bit with interest, more interested it seems in the items themselves than the money, though she pockets that as well.

Kefira crouches once she realizes her quarry has stopped in an open area … studying her curiously. A thief, for sure, but she did not seem professional about it … and had she seriously stolen an unbroken pack of gum at a point, too? Kefira thought her eyes had played tricks on her. Abruptly, her lips starts to twist wildly, as an idea appears and proves impossible to shake.

“Thief! Where is my GUM?!” she calls out, barely keeping the laughter out of her voice, and preparing to give chase if the words sent the woman running off again.

Natasha pauses and looks Kefira over curiously, unphased. “I have not stolen from you.” She studies her a bit closer, her empty hands in plain sight for the moment.

Kefira arises fully, grinning just a little. “Could you tell that from my voice, or from the fact that I followed after you?” ::Kefira is dressed in jeans and a white tshirt, holding her hands visible as well – she is unarmed:: “Curious objects that you choose to steal, however; a few of those are nearly worthless.” ::she tilts her head:: “I did not catch you stealing, by the way –

I had eyes on you before you started.”

Natasha shakes her head a little. “I watch people I take from. Don’t snatch from anybody that looks like they can’t afford it. And your ass looks broke.”, she smirks and leans up against a car in the lot, eyeing Kefira, then the back door of the building. “I’m Nat, who’re you?”

“Clever girl,” ::Kefira remarks. Kefira lived very spartan by choice, but she looked poor. And for keeping her paws off those of lesser fortune, Natasha already had her admiration:: “I’m Kefira. You struck me as interesting, and when you went off like that, well … had to follow. My curiosity was killing me. Can I buy you a drink? You must be thirsty after all that running.”

Natasha chuckles faintly, then shakes her head. “I wouldn’t mind sitting and chatting for a bit but we can leave the drinks off the table. For the same reason.”, she smiles after that and looks back at the building. “But not here… I don’t like this place. The Trill is way cooler.”

“The Trill …” ::Kefira inclined her head as she understood:. “The Trill it is.” ::she would follow ater Natasha::

Natasha leads the way back off toward the trill, talking as she goes. “So were you just out for a stroll, or looking for something in particular this evening?”

“Dinner, technically,” ::Kefira remarks, as she follows, pausing briefly to glance about and make sure nobody had followed -her-:: “Obviously I have up on that. You are a regular at The Trill?”

((had to give up on that))

Kefira “Dinner, technically,” ::Kefira remarks, as she follows, pausing briefly to glance about and make sure nobody had followed -her-:: “Obviously I have up on that. You are a regular at The Trill?”

Natasha thinks about that for a moment before nodding. “Well, I prefer it to other places, but I spend some time on campus too so not sure i am around often enough to be considered a regular. As for dinner, totally understand. You?”

“Bit of a wanderer. I don’t mind the Trill, they are more accepting than most. I don’t exactly fit into the system.”

Kefira “Bit of a wanderer. I don’t mind the Trill, they are more accepting than most. I don’t exactly fit into the system.”

Natasha smirks but nods in understanding. “I can relate. I don’t really fit in much myself. But people leave me be for the most part and i am cool with that.”

“What is it they have trouble with regarding you?” ::Kefira inquires, sounding curious:: “Caitiff?”

Kefira “What is it they have trouble with regarding you?” ::Kefira inquires, sounding curious:: “Caitiff?”

Natasha blinks and looks over, then shakes her head. “Oh, no. I just like my freedom is all. You outta be carefuol following people around back alleys though.”

Kefira tilts her head as she studies the other woman. “I know how to keep safe,” ::she remarks softly:: “Yhis is not my first rodeo.”

Natasha shrugs her shoulders. “Okay, if you say so. So what do you do when you aren’t following random pickpockets while looking for dinner?”

“Mmm, many things, but I do believe it is your turn. Quid pro quo, sweety.”

“I won’t ask why you are stealing things, but what -else- do you do?”

((will be slow for a bit, so feel free to enter The Trill – other people, feel free to join! I’ll catch up once my my noms are done))

“Mmmm, nope. Pretty sure you still owe me for the asking me if i am Caitiff thing.”, Natasha smirks a bit more and looks at the different storefronts as they pass. “I do a lot of reading too. Like i said, I spend quite a bit of my time on campus as well. ”

[[ Ahh, so they’re in the Trill, but are in the NO-Downtown channel. You two are crafty indeed. ]]

<Jonas> locks up his shop in the Quarter and heads to his bike. He opens the sidecar to get his spiked German helmet out of it and puts the steel plate back over it before starting to drive toward the Trill. He takes it nice and slow through town given the amount of foot traffic around Bourbon Street when the sun sets is rather high.

<CoraAnn> comes out from between a couple of buildings and gives a brief look around before starting to walk down toward the Trill, taking advantage of the Saturday night crowds to get what she needs on the way.

<Jonas> locks up his shop in the Quarter and heads to his bike. He opens the sidecar to get his spiked German helmet out of it and puts the steel plate back over it before starting to drive toward the Trill. He takes it nice and slow through town given the amount of foot traffic around Bourbon Street when the sun sets is rather high. [[RePost because I wants mah XPs]]

Natasha keeps moving, but walks slowly, enjoying the time out in the night air especially people-watching. She takes note of Cora, as it’s hard not to, but doesn’t change her stride at all.

Kefira follows after Natasha, wondering idly if she was being -too- bold again. “Got a thing against Caitiff’s, then? It seemed likely; sorry I misread it.”

Natasha shrugs her shoulders. “Not really. I try to keep a don’t start none, won’t be none policy. Why, cause I picked a few pockets? Seems to me there are more likely culprits than that, if you wish to be stereotypical.”

<CoraAnn> takes up a pace behind the other two, crossing the street to do so and just walks along quietly. She does take pause at a stop light when she sees a certain custom bike however, and gives the rider a brief wave.

<Jonas> is stopped waiting for a good opportunity to push through the crowd without inconveniencing too many people. He waves over to Cora and calls out, “Hey! I’m heading for some beers, you wanna come?”

“Because you say you don’t fit in …” ::she starts, then stops and turns as Jonas calls out, peering at him. Her gaze shifts to CoraAnn, and she smiles warmly, growing quiet::

<CoraAnn> thinks about it for a moment, then nods and makes her way over toward Jonas, though when Kefira looks her way she does offer a friendly wave.

“So? Lots of people don’t fit in.”, Natasha shrugs, and glances back toward Cora and then the big guys she moves towards, keeping her voice down. “Pretty sure Nossies don’t fit in more than a few clanless wandering about.”

<Jonas> unlocks the cover on the sidecar and locks it on the back of it before gesturing at Cora to get in.

<CoraAnn> climbs into the sidecar and looks over at him. “Hey, big guy. Sorry about the other night. I got pretty sick.”

<Jonas> “You look better now. Glad to see it.” He starts inching the bike out while calling out, “Excuse me! Coming though, people.” His tone is more imploring than anything else as he’s currently not trying to to really be in people’s way on the bike with the sidecar. Thankfully, he’s making some progress and is just trying to get across the street and not down Bourbon

through the people.

Kefira sweeps over Jonas carefully, as if wanting to memorize them, then looks towards Natasha, cracking a grin. “Point takem, but you’re too pretty to be Nosferatu. You strike me as a free soul, if that helps. Am I wrong about that?”

<CoraAnn> nods a little bit at that. “Yeah… I’ll feel even better when we take those guys out. So, off to the trill?”

<Jonas> nods, “You got it.” After pushing the bike across the street he starts driving it rather than walking it and heads off to the Trill. “Any new intel since last we talked?”

Natasha shrugs and watches them a moment as she keeps walking. “Well, no, not wrong about that. And you seem like a girl on a mission, am I wrong?”

<CoraAnn> nods softly, though looks for a second like she might throw up. “Yeah… I know how to find them. Some of us are going to try and get in there and hit them with everything we’ve got.”

“Not, you’re not wrong,” ::Kefira remarks, shrugging slightly:: “You’re not my mission, in case you were curious. You really did just intrigue me, and that’s a compliment.”

Kefira “No, you’re not wrong,” ::Kefira remarks, shrugging slightly:: “You’re not my mission, in case you were curious. You really did just intrigue me, and that’s a compliment.”

<Jonas> nods as they ride, “Okay, well, when are we going? I’ve been collecting incindiary bullets for the occassion. Magnesium burns nice and hot.”

Natasha smirks at that, but nods. “I see. Well, you are pretty cool.”, she sighs as her phone goes off and she checks it, listening and hardly getting a word in edge-wise before shaking her head after she hangs up. “Ugh. I have to run. But maybe we’ll catch up some other time.”, she tosses Kefira the pack of gum. “Sorry. I have to take care of something. Night!”

Kefira catches the gum pack, lifting a hand in a wave. “Night.” ::she eyes the gum afterwards – did she actually steal some? That makes her chuckle, as she pockets it and continues towards the Trill::

<CoraAnn> “Soon. Cass is getting stuff ready too… and we’ll all go together, I think.”

<Jonas> “What sort of place are they in?”

<CoraAnn> “That I do not know. It’s more like a tether… I can feel a pull in a direction… and tell when i am getting close. But that’s about it.”

Like … this … I’ve been spending this entire scene walking towards the Trill, and when Nox does show up, halfway into the walking scene, she jumps on a motorcycle with Kaius, and they’re still driving and talking

And they won’t end it. I can’t arrive there first, because I’m on foot, and they’re motorized

<Jonas> “Fair enough. It’s hard for me to understand exactly what you mean, though. Should be an interesting night out.” He backs the bike into one of his usual spots in front of the bar and cuts the engine. After Cora gets out of the side car he’ll set his helmet down inside and lock it up before walking toward the door.

<CoraAnn> hops out and follows him inside, giving the place a quick look about before heading toward her favorite spot. “We’ll hope that I never have to show you. But lets just say that I can track them in a way they can’t avoid me.”

<CoraAnn> looks around and then goes off after Zane. “I gotta take care of something… see you around though.”