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Soon a rather small man walked over by Phaedra but kept a distance between them. He was probably waiting for the bus as well. He seemed quite suspicious as he was tapping his foot rather quickly and mumbling something under his breath. He soon covered his mouth and coughed, he kept his hand over his mouth. His eyes kept darting around as he stood there. He was wearing a jacket and the sleeves were rolled up, his arms and hands were bandaged. His black hair was tied back into a small ponytail, he also has a satchel over one of his shoulders. He kept the bag in front of him as he continued to look around. He looked rather nervous, he soon started biting his hand that was in front of his mouth. His teeth were rather sharp as he soon started to make himself bleed. He let out a quiet sigh as he continued to mumble to himself. He shifted on how he was standing, he continued to tap his foot.

Phaedra began to hear something odd, quiet and very subtle "thumping" noise, and eventually later on, a man right next to her, tapping his foot against the ground. "Hmm." She glances over towards where the noise appeared to be coming from, though it wasn't exactly clear from where, besides the man's foot. How unusual, now that there was a change of the setting directly near her, she had felt some sort of nervousness. Her boots shifted over towards the front of her chair, but her expression didn't change, and stayed a neutral, but subtly disapproving face.

"What do you appear to be doing?" she asked, looking over towards the unusual, bandaged man with her black, dark eyes, "Can you... hear that? Could you sense it?"

*Jerika keeping as still as she could muster when the man approached and seemingly "not so casually" stood near the woman... her "target"... She very subtly eyed them both without moving any other part of her body. Waiting...*

The small man quickly looked at Phaedra, he let out a small sigh. "I'm tapping my foot, it's it bothering you?" He said. His eyes flashed a dark yellow, he soon stopped tapping his foot and crossed his bandaged foot. He soon coughed again but coughed up blood but soon wiped it away. He fixed his posture and coughed again. He scratched the side of his face as he was waiting for her to respond. He soon began to tap his finger as he seemed rather impatient.

"It's not that," Phaedra said, as she stood still, feeling eyes on her, "Do what you want, just be quiet." Her expression hasn't changed, as she continued to stare at the bandaged man. Her eyebrow twitched when she saw him cough up blood, as if it weren't anything else.

Odd statement, especially towards someone who appeared to be incredibly ill, but honestly, she was slowly beginning to lose patience. It was good that her senses as a werewolf wasn't dulled so that she couldn't tell that someone was stalking her, but it was simply such an uncomfortable feeling. Now that he had stopped stepping with that feet of his, she could more easily differentiate between the sounds around her.

Yes, it was still noisy, so that one person next to her stopping wouldn't help that much, but the differentiation of it distracted her. She stood up.

Phaedra needed to rely on sight. She pushed her glasses up.

She turned her gaze, but only slowly and smoothly towards the side, sliding with paranoia.

*Jerika slowly turned her head to the side, still facing down for the most part and keeping on eye on now the woman's shirt..taking note how the bus is late and that the time ticking away. Remembering her brother changes "shift" to his other job fairly soon and that his "clients" would soon be filling the apartment they both live in just above the exotic club where he works at. Still uncertain why she feels so drawn to this, now shirt, and beginning to feel awkward/uncomfotable after every cough that bandaged hand makes. Her odd mannerisms that seemingly one that would be autistic at this moment now shyly leaning away from the rude people that have been brushing by her... the noise, although constant seeming to "grow" instature to her as she still is fixed on the woman's shirt... feeling a vibe that that shirt does ot touch purely human skin...*

Peter just shrugged and soon coughed again, he soon pulled out a handkerchief out of the pocket of his jacket. He used it to cough into and wipe his hands off. He soon saw Jerika in the corner of his eye. He looked at her for a bit. He noticed that her eyes were fixated on the woman's shirt. He didn't say anything and looked away as he continued to cough lightly. It wasn't something he could control, it was more of a rare condition his mother had. He shifted his bag on his shoulder and moved it more towards the front of him. He soon began to tap his foot again as he was getting impatient. He let out an agitated sigh, as he uncrossed his arms.

Janella managed to fleece a few more people and pluck a few of the strings in the web of contacts she had throughout the city. She made her way back toward the new guild whenever she was done. Their new quarters looked like a group of dilapidated houses that had to lean on one another for support. Being surrounded by the slums would make the veneer even more convincing. There were some 'beggars' lying about that she gave some subtle hand codes to, and there was a change in their body posture that a casual observer might have chalked up to an attempt to get comfortable or uneasiness at what they thought of as a dark elf passing by.

The elf stopped and knocked in a specific order. The door swiftly opened, and she stepped inside. Rogues everywhere were busy working to try to get the place structurally sound and in order. Some of them stopped their work and turned to her, wanting to know what she'd learned and if she'd gotten anything good. They were also eager to boast of what they had managed to swipe, or what they'd overheard or weaseled out of someone. Always with the rivalry.

One of them, a human male that was also an assassin and ranked high among the members, came forward to greet her. He managed to tell her in code that there were two suspects left now. A couple of the other guild members picked up on the exchange, even if it had been so fleeting that they weren't even sure it had happened. It was sure to cause some rumors and gossip, but there was a need to compartmentalize information for the good of all. Transparency could come later.

The bus was late. Just her luck. Truly brilliant. Now she was stuck with this stiff atmosphere, and this sickly human coughing out more blood.

She then saw, in her boredom, a certain someone from the stark corner of her eyeglasses. Just her luck, a strange being, on all fours. Her head and gaze turned straight towards them with her stark black eyes. Phaedra was a now stuck wonderings been staring at her like that. Just what was on her shirt? Though, she was still pondering on what she should say, or if she should say anything at all.

Peter closed his eyes as he was waiting, though he soon opened them. He then opened his bag and pulled out a small notebook. He started to flip though the pages of the book. Some of them were water damaged. As he continued to flip though the pages on of them had blood stains on it. He soon stopped at on one page, he soon quickly started writing down something. He continued to glance around at everything that was around him. His nose soon started bleed as he was writing. Peter had stopped coughing as he was writing. It was something he was doing to pass the time so he wouldn't get so upset about the bus being late.

((Also here is a picture of Peter so ;7

Just so you can get a better idea of him
Btw he's also a werewolf:7))

*Jerika noticed that she had been looked at just slowly put her ears back and pulled her hood more over face to conceal it, but it did not matter. Keeping her hands holding either side of her hood she tried to look more casual and slowly sat down on the other side of the bench, her clawed hands still holding her hood and giving peeks through her fingers to the woman and man. Her thoughts completely thrown from the woman's boots to ,not so subtly, trying to judge that maybe she had a coin purse in her bra...or that it could be in her boots...and how in the world would she obtain it either way knowing that time was ticking with the bus...*

Her eyes popped open.
"Ah, shit!"
Not again, she thought, mentally kicking herself. The white lolita-style dress she'd been wearing was soaked through. Normally, she wouldn't mind the water, but she was extremely aware of how transparent her dress had become. It's not like she cared if someone spotted a titty or two, but she needed to know that no one would see her scar, located like a tramp stamp.
Rarity had once again passed out on the street. This seemed to happen much too often, as if one time wasn't enough. And to make matters worse, her amnesia was laughing hysterically at the back of her head as it clung to the memory of where she was exactly.
"Perfect," she muttered sarcastically.
She stood on bare feet and let the rain wash her face for a minute before collecting herself completely.
Little shops were dotted around her, but she wasn't in the middle of the hustle-and-bustle. A creepy man stared daggers at her chest, and she remembered that she wasn't really "clothed" at the moment. Rarity ran over to the nearest clothing stand.
"Excuse me, do you have any dresses for cheap?"
"S-sure," the shopkeeper said, glancing at her for a second before remembering his professionalism. If THAT even existed.
"This is all I have. Take your pick."
Rarity picked out a simple blue t-shirt dress and paid the man in soggy, crumpled bills. He offered to let her change in his lavatory, which she did. To her surprise, he offered a couple of free goods: a bag to let her first dress dry in and a beautiful white parasol that matched the white dress.
"It's imbued with water-resistant magic, so the cloth will stay dry, but don't tell anyone," he whispered. Rarity nodded. She knew how to keep a secret.
After wandering for an hour or so, passing by groups of druggies, creepers, and something that looked like half-frog, half-spider, she found herself more lost than before. The crowd had thickened, and she stepped off to the side when a member of the Shield whisked by. She expertly hid her parasol until he passed.
Another half an hour later, she stumbled upon what seemed to be a bus stop. Two people, a woman with a hat and a man with bandages, sat at the bench. Another woman was just ahead of Rarity, and she had a hood on.
"Um... Excuse me? What stop is this for?" Rarity asked cautiously. Her fight-or-flight instinct was at the ready, and if need be, she'd go running into the web of alleyways to the side.
Not like she knows where she is, so getting more lost wouldn't be a big deal.

She glanced over towards the woman who was just staring at her, now sit down right next to her. "Hmm," she muttered quietly. Phaedra was stuck wondering what the hell that was for. The woman was still staring at her, and her peeks weren't subtle as so she wouldn't completely notice. Phaedra was quiet in her thoughts, before cutting the awkward period of silence between the bench. "What's so interesting about me?"

Without receiving a response, Rarity realized this situation had been tense long before she'd arrived. She walked over to the bench and sat in the last available seat, keeping her parasol out of the other two faces.
"So... Where are we going?" she wondered quietly. Another glance over to Jerika made her nerves jump, but she decided she'd be better off waiting around.

Peter was quite for a moment, " This is going to take us over to Linemell I believe." He said as he continued to write. He coughed again but soon shut his notebook. He slid it back into his bag. "But I don't even know if we'll get there." He snarled. He ran some of his fingers though his hair. He soon let out another agitated sigh and started to crack his knuckles. His hands we're more like claws, "But I don't know why you're so interesting, maybe it's your hat but you'll never know." He snarled but soon start coughing badly which made him less threatening.

Linemell... The name seemed somewhat familiar to Rarity. She decided that, while she waited, she'd just observe whatever little drama was going on here. The rain was finally letting up, so she stowed her parasol away in her bag and sat with her hands in her lap.
Don't rock whatever boat THIS is, she thought.

Narrowed down to one.

Janella arrived at Raven's house the next night, knocking softly on the door. If she wanted to know where someone lived and find them, she could whether they liked it or not most of the time. It took a lot of money or influence to escape her detection. She was in a leather jerkin that had been dyed purple, though one could see the fabric of a similarly colored shirt beneath to keep it from chafing. Loose pants belted at her hips and soft boots that helped with stealth enveloped her feet. The elf didn't have any visible weapons on her, hair tied back in a loose ponytail. "I think we've found them, if you'd still like in on the fun," the malicious, eager grin on her face revealing she was eager to exact some punishment. Just as soon as they were absolutely sure this was the one.

"Oh my," Phaedra commented with a mock-interested tone, though her expression not changing a bit, "I don't think it's wise to try and intimidate strangers. Really." She sighed and went back to sitting down, crossing her legs as she continued on to wait, more people sitting for this bus than ever before. Though, she couldn't exactly be surprised, if the bus was late, of course people would end up piling up. And, no, she couldn't leave, since she's already spent the several minutes waiting for it; it would be darkly hilarious if it did came as soon as she walked off, though.

"I suppose it is my hat," she stated, "It's not exactly a common one, but you can't exactly mistake it to belong to a noble... Young girl, if you don't know where this would lead, why sit in the bus stop in the first place?"

"Oh, um..." Rarity's face flushed. "I'm just lost, is all. I got turned around and I'm trying to get back..." She trailed off, not wanting to relay any more information about her condition to this bench full of strangers being stared at by someone else.
She picked at the hem of her dress, her mouth a hard line and her mind racing. Why did she decide that hopping on the nearest transportation was the best idea? And, more importantly, why had she woken up in the street with no one around to help her, even once her dress had been soaked through and betrayed all her glory?

The man sitting next to them soon opened him mouth, but blood just poured out of is mouth. He sort of panicked and quickly covered it. He quickly pulled the handkerchief out of his pocket and put it over his mouth. He soon continued to cough and blood soon started dripping out of his nose also. He soon stood up and turned away from the ladies. He continued to cough and he was actually shaking. He soon took his hand off his mouth and bent over. He continued to cough and blood poured out onto the wet ground. He slightly mumled something to himself as he stood there almost throwing up blood.