<Sissy> is working an outdoor event this evening, currently taking down equipment that some politician was using to give a speech.

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° had walked through the area and though he couldn’t really care about some boring politician giving speeches, he knew he hd to at least listen in case it would have anything that could be a situation that would change the vampires’ ways around here. Even so, he could only catch the tail end as it was late, but others now moved well off the scene

and he’d lurk, lighting a cigarette because that was just his new addiction since diablerie. He smoked it and watched the scene around neutrally.

<Sissy> glancs over at Talwar a couple of times, noticing him despite his natural tendancy not to be by others. She gives him plenty of space as she takes things down and wraps up cords to put into the van. Every once in a while, something else seems to grab her attention, like she just looks creeped out, though she quickly shakes it off and continues with her work.

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° noticed her looking at him a couple times and yes, most people never even took notice of him unless he wished others to see him and she had looked at him directly twice. Her attention seemed drawn elsewhere though and the appearance she was giving off told him that whatever it was, it was not so good and it seemed like it wasn’t him she was

worried about. His attention went to scanning around to see if he might notice whatever it was too.

<ST> Screaming erupts from behind the vehicles, and a while one man stands in shock back there, two others flee entirely, which triggers that human instinct to become a herd and they all move away from whatever caused it.

<Sissy> looks over that way as people run past her, grabbing something from the back of the van as she peers around the corner more out of concern than curiosity.

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° moves more into shadows, when out of observation and would go toward what had frightened the people, though behind say a tree of convenience to watch and not get too close.

<ST> The only thing off behind the van is a grate covering a large hole for drainage. Laying on top of the grate though is a man’s clothing, and cellphone.

<Sissy> looks over at the man babbling to himself and staring at the clothes and looks toward the grate without getting any closer.

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° didn’t see anything that had emerged from the grate so he would draw closer still, check over the man babbling to himself and poke him so he’d have some call to action other than standing there babbling incoherently. He’d push the guy in a direction away from the scene and then check the grate and clothes out more, being mindful of what could

be beneath these, let alone what had been on top of it.

<ST> The man screams. “He, he MELTED!”, and as Talwar pushes him he turns to flee but doesn’t get far before he stops to vomit in the grass.

<Sissy> winces as the man screams and then moves away from him as he runs past her. She grabs her tools and closes the van door, walking carefully around the vehicle. She watches Talwar cautiously, but does take a poke at the shirt on top with a screwdriver.

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° was glad the man had given him some info, in his worst fears, and he turned back to the grate now, peering at the clothing and the grate, not in a direct line of fire becuase he preferred to not be zapped by something, but at the same time able to see. He’d kick up celerity just in case he actually had to move. He noted Sissy walking over and

moved some to let her poke the shirt to see what would transpire.

<Sissy> frowns as she examines the shirt more closely, but doesn’t step onto the grate. Finally she sets it to the side and looks down at the grate before backing away.

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° checks out the shirt and then would pick up the cell phone and see if it had anything of interest on it and shuffle through the other clothing. Was there anything of remains or ash or anything?

<ST> There is some blood splatter on the clothing, the cellphone is broken, though if repaired it may have information on it.

<ST> The pants still have the wallet, money, cards, ID says the man is Gregory Newman.

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° pockets the cell phone and checks out his id and info in the wallet making note of it and looking if there was anything odd in there. He’d then rise up. If the man had ‘melted’, surely there would have been more of him left behind. He’d check out the shoes to see if they had any marks or the clothing did anywhere, but blood and no flesh,

tissue..nothing else.. whatever happened, it was weird but he also had limited time before authorities would get there so he’d be quick. He’d take a couple pictures of the scene with his own cell phone.

<Sissy> half watches Talwar and half looks around herself, before deciding to get away from all that, ducking into a local bar.

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° watches her. He had pondered speaking to her but he’d wait…until he had gotten what he wanted. He stood up after and departed that scene, but soon would end up in the bar. After all, she intrigued him and he might as well find out her name at least.

<Sissy> is sitting where she wan watch the police working outside, a half empty drink on the table in front of her. She strains now and then, turning her left ear toward the scene and sighing to herself.

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° would head over and take a seat next to her, so quietly. He’d speak and then his voice was loud enough that she could perceive but others would have trouble making out his words. “Hello. What is your interest, curious one?”

<Sissy> turns to look at Talwar, and looks him over, as if not catching what he said. After a moment she speaks up, “That was not the first one. But the first out in the open.”

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “How many times has this happened prior that you know of?”

<Sissy> takes a drink from the glass on the table without taking her eyes off him. “Three people have disappeared in public bathrooms. They were all seen going in but never came out again. Pretty sure it’s the same thing.”

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “And you happen to be in the area when these things happen?” He’d give her a studious look.

<Sissy> looks at him like he’s nuts for a second and shakes her head. “No. But I work in bars and around stages where people talk. Though i felt something was off out there… thought it was you until that happened.”

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “Well, we are both ‘off’ it seems, but not the ones who caused this.”

<Sissy> puts her empty glass down, glancing past him toward the exit and back again. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean for it to sound that way. I don’t know what caused that, or if the man saw what he thought he saw. But something bad is going on, and I feel like it will get worse before it ends.”

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “The man had no reason to lie, whether it is entirely true or not. What is your name?”

<Sissy> speaks up again, picking up the toolkit beside her. “Sarha. But everybody calls me Sissy.”

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “You prefer Sissy?” He was looking out, apparently working on reading lips or hearing what the cops were saying too.

<Sissy> follows his gaze briefly before nodding and edging back from the table. “Yeah. What do you prefer?”

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “You may call me Talwar” he said after a moment. “Watch yourself here. This place can be difficult on those who see too much.”

<Sissy> swallows and nods in agreement. “Yeah, kinda getting the vibe that I should take some more jobs in New Orleans for a while.”

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “Maybe. You just have to know in either place, which monsters you choose to deal with and which ones you should avoid.” He smirked ever-so slightly and then rose to his feet. “Have a good night, Sissy.”

<Sissy> nods and slips out the other way with her toolkit.

°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° heads off and vanishes into the night.