Pass the evening, bring tomorrow (How could we know that night would bring us into daylight)

[mustardwithat]

Fritz has made her way to the neighborhood around the Kashtta. She's not exactly the most pleasant-smelling person in the world at this point, which tends to divert the crowd, but she doesn't even notice. This city is a lot more interesting than what she was hoping for.

In the neighborhood around Calisto's warehouse, Aniki salvages more bits of

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[reluctantxangel]

Nate's sulking outside the Kashtta - had to get some air, with everyone in there going fucking crazy and more people around than usual...

He's watching the people passing by on the street, thinking of what people've been saying about the building being watched, wondering whether he'd be able to tell if he noticed someone who was...

Fritz catches his attention, and he follows her intently with his eyes for a moment. Part of it's the hair, part of it's the unmistakable feeling of angel, which makes him wonder what the hell she's doing around here. Okay, yes, he's paranoid. You try not being paranoid when you live in a place that's once been the center of an assassination attempt orchestrated by archangels.

[mustardwithat]

She pauses just past him and turns around, tilting her head to one side. "Hey creeper, can I help you--shit."

Fritz sighs. "Save the lectures for the arraignment, yeah? I was gettin' there. Fuck, I'm still early."

[reluctantxangel]

Nate blinks, and stares at her for a second before he can find the words to answer. Well, one word, and not a very eloquent one at that. He wasn't really expecting the defensiveness.

"...What?" Hey, it's not his fault he has no idea what the fuck she's talking about.

[mustardwithat]

It takes her a second of sizing up him and his answer before she grins and punches his shoulder. "Well shit, I thought I'd fucked the porcupine for a second there."

She holds out a hand and then grabs his and shakes it without waiting for him to reciprocate. "Fritz. Angel of Knowledge, based in South America until now, don't ask where I've no fucking clue."

[andwhosearmy]

Casey doesn't have to be here, at a crime scene she's not assigned to, on a case that the coroner classified as simple animal attack, something that's pretty common in Chicago these days, particularly here in the park...

But ever since Mr. Sterling's visit to the station, she's been thinking. And with a number of unusual deaths in such a short period of time...

She's prowling the edges of the crime scene, frowning thoughtfully to herself, a soft breeze following her that runs counter to the way the wind ought to be blowing - she hasn't noticed yet, or she'd have stopped it. Maybe it is just an animal attack. Everything else lately's been guns and nailbats and...

She's so focused on the crime scene that she nearly runs into Ruvin, catching herself just a second before and jolting back in surprise. "Sorry. Wasn't watching where..." She trails off, seeing the look on her face. It's not the look itself, but that in combination with standing here, staring at the place where two people died... "Are you alright?"

[changingtheodds]

She winces, because this woman is obviously a cop and cops are not friends, not here. "No--yes, I mean."

Ruvin takes a quick step back from ground zero. "Just. It's strange to think that others died here."

[andwhosearmy]

Casey eyes her quietly, thoughtfully. The look on her face when Casey addressed her... well, it raises a few questions. "Did you know them?" It's not an accusing question - if anything, it's gentle, cautious. No need to spook the girl when she's obviously already on edge.

[changingtheodds]

And Casey's scrutiny makes Ruvin uncomfortable and nervous. "Know them? No, I didn't."

No, she didn't. She didn't know anything but the fact that they wanted to hurt her, that they did hurt Huck. But to attack that way, to rip through cloth and skin--and now she can remember the taste of blood in her mouth and her own revulsion and the fact that her dog-self not only didn't mind the blood but actually liked the taste--

She's going to turn away now before she throws up.

[duology]

Dev is out wandering, partially just to wander, partially still hunting for the CLF, partially because he's thinking of maybe hitting up a bookstore and finding a copy of the complete works of Shakespeare, even though he and Ace are starting to really run low on money.

It might be time to get a respectable job.

He's passing near an alley when he hears muttering. Not being one to let anything suspicious sneak up on him, he stops and turns. And there, down the alley, is a very familiar-looking cat, who seems to be the one talking.

"Oh dear," he says quietly. "Oh dear, it's the talking kitty."

She looks terrified, and from what that one journal entry said, she's been in a bad state since she mysteriously reappeared. Dev starts making his way very, very slowly down the alley toward Cy.

[cyfor]

Cy doesn't seem to notice his approach. She just stands up, takes a step, sits down, curls up, repeats. She apparently can't decide if she wants to try going back or if she's going to make another bid for freedom between the ranks of legs scissoring their way down the sidewalk.

"Chop chop can't be late, swirling in the snow globe while the wind blows it down, tumbling and turning to crack on the ground."

[duology]

Dev crouches down when he's a few feet away from her and watches her a moment in absolute silence, not moving a muscle. Then, just as slowly as his approach, he extends a hand, palm up.

"Cy, right? Sigh of relief that you're safe, kitty. Though not so safe, are you? Can I help you out of that snow globe?"

[cyfor]

"Can't help from the inside." She gives him a wide-eyed look, then sniffs at his fingers and scrubs her cheek against them in a claiming gesture. "Hear the tapping on the glass? The twiggy fingers scratching at you eyes?"

[stopdropanddie]

There's a German Shepherd trotting down the steps to the lobby like this is a perfectly normal thing for him to do. Which, of course, it is, but it probably wouldn't seem that way to someone who isn't used to random dogs in the Tower. As it stands, Jack is preparing to go on a little scouting mission and it's much easier to do that when one is a dog- better nose for one thing.

Of course, people kickboxing in the lobby are unexpected. He wouldn't have pegged her for a kickboxer when he spoke to her when he was human, but, well, looks are deceiving. Look at Sydney. He stops to watch for a moment and then starts to get up and head for the door, forgetting for the moment, that it's really hard to open doors when you don't have hands. That would be the downside to being furry.

[chimaerasaurus]

Abby pauses between songs and sees the doggy at the door. She frowns and pulls the ear buds out, draping the long cord around her neck. "Hello, beautiful."

With a much gentler and more honest smile than she'd give a person on first meeting she crouches down and hold her hand out toward the glorious dog by the door, making a kissy sound as she does. "Come on, then. It's not a good idea to go out there just now, you know. Especially someone like you. They might think you're one of those shifty people."

And then it occurs to her. He might be one of them. She blushes and stands up quickly.

[stopdropanddie]

Jack gives her the flattest stare a dog can manage, which, incidentally, is pretty flat. This is why it's a really good thing that he's suddenly telepathic in this form, because he can nip this kind of behavior in the bud.

He momentarily gets distracted by something lighting up to his left, but he jerks his head away from it and continues to stare at her. Are you finished making an ass of yourself?

That voice in your head is going to sound awfully familiar, Abby.

[chimaerasaurus]

Eyebrows up, kid gloves off. She doesn't give herself time to recognize the voice before answering.

"Are you finished being one, Fido?"

And then she recognizes it, and crosses her arms. "It's still stupid to leave without someone walking you. If they're half as smart as they seem to be and really are watching this place, they'll pick you out as a wanderer before you're five feet from the door. And I doubt they like dogs as much as I do."

[leanhungrytype]

Anka is out in her furry coat and boots, holding a mostly-finished cup of hot chocolate in her hands and preparing to go back to the estates where it's warm, but, well, her sharp ears can't help but pick up the distinct sounds of unhappy kitty. She stops at the mouth of the alley and kneels down, paying no mind to the people who are going to have to cross around her on the sidewalk.

"What has kitten so sad, hm? Plenty to be unhappy about, yes?" She reaches out to her, hoping to pet her and not really caring that this is like asking to get scratched. Anka has no fear.

[cyfor]

Cy blinks at her, her expression foggy. "I has a sad?"

LOLshadow is rubbing off, apparently. The little cat stretches out and gives Anka's fingers a sniff, then settles back into a little ball. "I has a lost."

[leanhungrytype]

Anka figures it's safe to pet the kitty and gently runs her fingers over her head, lingering over the spark plug and pursing her lips at it, but choosing to ignore it for the time being.

"Lost? Where are you going, hm? Can't be lost if you have a destination in mind, yes? Always right around the corner, it is. Just have to look for the right path."

Behold Anka, the fortune cookie.

[cyfor]

Cy stares at her. "I'm going..."

She tilts her head. Where is she going? Is the Casa home now? There's no Tag there. "Home-without-Ace."