I'll end this grudge; I'll stain the streets, they'll run with blood...

[sauntereddown]

Somewhere in Chicago, a small Charun is stalking the streets, her expression blank, packing a number of small weapons - not that you'd know it to look at her

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[changingtheodds]

Ruvin slipped out of the Conrad to get some groceries. Not far, just a quick trip, a few blocks down and over to the nice man with the strange accent who gives her free apples when she brings him paintings.

She hums a little, sorting through her ingredients and wondering if she has enough to make Robin a little extra, or to offer Daine some if she's around. Maybe T--Dusty. Dusty. She still thinks 'Tula' sometimes.

It's strange to think she has friends here. People she would miss. People she wouldn't want to leave behind. Ruvin pauses at a stoplight and watches the it blink from green to red. What would Tula think of all this? Of another girl with her face?

[sauntereddown]

Logan doesn't bother stopping for the stoplight, just jogs across before the cars can move, ignoring the blaring horns. And just before she hits the opposite sidewalk, her eyes lock with the eyes of the girl on the corner, and it's like an electric spark. Oh. Oh.

She hadn't intended to kill again quite so soon, but maybe a proper kill, one with that connection to it, will kill the distraction long enough for her to hunt properly. She doesn't stop in front of the girl, just keeps walking, and only turns halfway down the street so she can tail her until they're in a place a bit less public.

[changingtheodds]

Ruvin continues on, heedless, slipping through alleys that have become familiar and trotting across streets that still make her nervous with their noisy cars and lack of foot traffic. She's taking all the back ways she knows, trying to avoid the CLF watchers at the Conrad's front doors.

Normally that would be the smart thing to do.

That's just Ruvin's luck these days.

[sauntereddown]

The girl has to make it easy for her, doesn't she? Normally that would annoy Logan, just a little, but at the moment... she has things to do, and the sooner she gets this over with...

A knife slips into her hand as she falls in behind the girl, moving closer and closer to her with each turn, moving more and more silently as she gets nearer. Her wings slip out, soft white and gray things that don't seem like they should belong to a demon.

And then she lunges forward, grabs Ruvin by the shoulder, and slams her back to the wall of the nearest alleyway, hard - she's kind of hoping to make something crack. The knife in her hand presses against Ruvin's throat, tight enough that if she moves, she'll be risking cutting herself. "Do you have a death wish, sweetheart, or are you just stupid?"