Another day of decomposing light...

[ornobodywill]

Mac is lurking around the pier.. Or rather, she's lurking around the parts of the pier that people can actually get to, considering most of it is closed off thanks to whatever the hell went on down there about a week ago. She's annoyed that she wasn't there for that- it could have been awesome. For the most part, she's trying to see if she can

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[designed2kill]

Four is also wandering around near the Field Museum today. She doesn't really have any particular agenda in mind, just sort of aimlessly wandering about outside, feeling the people in her head as they come and go from the museum. She is a bit surprised when she gets in range of Anka, because she feels different than a normal human--she hadn't noticed that the first time they'd met. It was a little bit like how Robin 'felt' different, but it was a different kind of 'different feeling.'

While she's mulling on this 'different feeling' thing, Four lurks around Anka, not sure whether or not to go up and greet her.

[leanhungrytype]

Thankfully, Four doesn't have to. Anka's a little too good at people-watching and she notices pretty quickly that there is a little sister around. She finishes her ice cream and bounds over to her like an overeager puppy.

"Hello!" She beams and then proceeds to grab Four's arm and tug her in the direction of the museum. Four does not get a say in this. "Come with Anka now. Will be fun, yes!"

[designed2kill]

Four's default reaction to people grabbing parts of her body is usually violence towards said other person, but because it's Anka she'll resist. Anka is is like a trainer-handler, and you are not allowed to hit trainer-handlers unless they tell you to spar with them. So Four acquiesces to the arm grabbing and goes along with Anka.

"Hello," she replies. She wonders what Anka thinks will be fun. She's never 'had fun' before, that sort of thing was the worst kind of Not Allowed at the Laboratory.

[leanhungrytype]

Anka just grins a little like a giddy child, leading Four into the lobby. She purchases tickets with a flurry of rambling and the woman behind the counter can only aquiesce to her demands out of sheer shock- hey, she has money, that's all the ticketseller really needs. That accomplished, Anka hands Four the second ticket and then promptly rocks back on her heels.

"Never got a proper name, did you?" She asks, tilting her head a bit at her. Arlin might have given her one, for all she knows, but knowing Arlin... No.

[homoraptor]

Malek is not, in any way, shape, or form, feeling out hotbloods and the occasional supernatural for a good old-fashioned gang hunt. Not at all. Not even a little. Why would you think that? *cough*

He is, however, brazenly wandering around angel territory, because none of the coldbloods have tried to throw down with him yet and that tends to encourage a body. He's rubbernecking at the pier when he catches sight of Mac, thinks he recognizes her, can't place from where, and wanders up to check.

"I met you before?" He doesn't bother with a prelude. Straight to business - that's the Malek way. "Can't say sure, but the hair 'n' the-" he makes an odd two-handed gesture at about the level of her head. "Remind me o' someone, least."

[ornobodywill]

Mac's attempts to get onto the pier have been met with much resistence, so she's mostly skulking about just staring at it, but when Malek comes up, she perks up a little bit. Even tipsy as fuck, she'd remember a face like his... Well, and the speech patterns, too.

"The bar," she says. "You were flirting with Hotrod Charlie, Lord of the Cuestick. Sorry that didn't work out for you, by the way. He was kinda cute." Sooo not Mac's type, but, you know. Kinda cute in an arrogant, prickish way. "It's Mac and you're... Malek, right?"

[homoraptor]

"That'll the one!" Malek says, clicking his fingers. "Right - gotcha now. Cool coldblood. Not got in too much trouble since, I see?" He grins, then peers at the pier again. "More'an can say fer this place. The coolbloodies gettin' antsy, or what?"

Because the CLF could to that much. ...well, they did apparently blow up City Hall.

"Oughta do sommat," he muses.

[ornobodywill]

"I killed a jackalope with a taser," Mac says, looking about as innocent as a cat covered in feathers and sitting inside a birdcage. "Beyond that... No. I think the trouble is keeping out of me."

She pauses, wondering if that sounds dirty or just weird in some way, decides she doesn't care, and presses on with a shrug and grunt of disinterest.

"They were quiet for awhile. I thought maybe the CLF had disbanded or somethin', and then apparently Godzilla or a Pokemon or something rose out of Lake Michigan..." She waves a hand at the Pier. The news didn't really give that many details, but there was YouTube footage. Never underestimate the power of stupid people with video cameras. "If they don't come back full-force after this, then I'll eat my shoe, but yeah, I agree. I'm just waitin' for the day that I run into the crazy fuckers."

They're good hiders and you can never tell until they're right on you. She quirks a brow at Malek. "You seen any lately?"

[cleverblasphemy]

Raziel, meanwhile, has taken a fire escape up to the roofs. (He doesn't care if it's not the way to find the truth. And when he gets up that high, he's not sure what he'll find...)

...he seems to have found a pretty good vantage for mapping out the streets below, and from that vantage, he seems to have found someone very, very interesting

[whysosexeh]

Clint whirls around and very nearly trips over himself when he sees that there is a.. a.. thing behind him. And wow, this thing has a really snotty accent for a creepy blue thing. Weird, but... Then again, Chicago's a bit weird.

"I, uh... I'm a... Human?" That really shouldn't be a question, but if human sex pheromone can be considered a species, he's probably that.

...Okay, first cats are drawn to him and now creepy blue things. This power sucks.

[cleverblasphemy]

Raziel tilts his head, looking Clint over in a way which is accidentally and horribly similar to checking him out. "Human?" he asks. Humans don't usually affect him like this. Not unless he's starving, which he... really isn't. Or a vampire, which he isn't any more, and even if he were, the well-muscled soldier-types were never his favored prey. Their blood tended to be a little more bitter.

He sidles a little, as though he's trying to peek behind an illusion he's sure is there.

"I assume this world is not home to... multiple species, perhaps, of men?" he asks. "Perhaps an overclass and an underclass. You'll have to forgive me. I've lived in proximity to humans for many long years, and you seem... something different."

[whysosexeh]

This is the most uncomfortable thing that Clint has ever experienced, with the exception of the guy who molested him in that restaurant. Nothing will ever beat that. Unfortunately, you can't really say 'heeey, please stop checking me out' to the nice ghoul for thou art soft and claws sink easily into thy flesh... Or something.

He gives a nervous laugh. "I, uh... Get that a lot. It's that.. Uh... Rifty thing. I think it did something to me. It makes me, ah..." He swallows hard. "Interesting?"

Actually, one might say it made him sexy, but Clint won't say that much.

[killwithmymind]

Nagi's fosterthings found out that he can visit the museum for extra credit in his history class. Therefore, Nagi is visiting the museum now, whether he wants to or not. On the plus side, it gets him away from that horribly normal house. On the down side... well, Nagi's going to find out. But there's always a down side.

At least the fosterthing dropped him off, rather than insisting on staying with him.

[leanhungrytype]

Anka is licking chocolate off of her fingers when she notices Nagi. Hm.. Very interesting, this one. It's still cold enough that she has to wear her coat, so her wings are out and survey says... Wanderer. Anka likes wanderers. They're fun. And this one is tiny!

She trots over, putting herself between him and the museum. "Is boring to go alone," she says, matter of factly, in her broken Serbian-accented English.

[killwithmymind]

Nagi notices her approaching and sizes her up quickly. He doesn't miss the wings, though he doesn't get all touchy-feely with his powers like he did on that other chick. Nagi learns fast and isn't into feeling up random strangers.

Nagi gives her a flat look. She moves like a predator, and he can appreciate that, but she wants to be social. That might well be a deadly sin in the Book of Nagi.

"It's boring to go at all," he says and he keeps on walking towards the ticket window (or door, or whatever.)

[leanhungrytype]

Anka looks at the museum like she's seeing it in a new light. "Could think of better things, yes," she muses. She whirls back on him, looking at him with eyes narrowed to dark slits as if she's now suddenly looking at him in a new light.

"Don't be grumpy. Always grumpy in this city. Grumpy and stupid." She crosses her arms over her chest and looks haughty and unhappy. It's not her fault she's like a perpetual little ball of sunshine.... Who kills people.

[just_add_souls]

Maka has ways of making you talk.

...Er. Maka is at the pier! She managed to slip past a distracted guard and is inside the warehouse that had chunks torn from it by the Gyrados's attacks. She stares at a sagging support beam, wishing she'd been there when the whole thing was going down. She isn't good enough at soul-sensing to tell if Soul was here, but it seems like the kind of thing he'd be involved in.

With a sigh, Maka kicks at a loose bit of cement. Another dead end.

[ornobodywill]

"Heeey!" And this is the cry of an outraged Mac who is still on the other side of the damn yellow tape. What? They won't let ex-military in, but tiny girls are totally okay? There is no justice in this world. Luckily for Mac, the men she's been hounding are distracted by some guy who is claiming he has an eyewitness account of everything that went down at the pier and they're trying to explain to him that they have all the eyewitnesses.

So with the skill of someone well-versed in special ops.... Mac just climbs under the yellow tape and trots up to Maka with a look of ill ease.

"Kid, I think this is the wrong place and the wrong time to be poking around."

...Hush. Mac likes kids. She's more worried, then annoyed, but hey! She's in here now. She can tell the nice officer people that she was thinking of the children if she gets caught.

[just_add_souls]

"I'm not a kid. And I'm looking for someone." Maka huddles into her jacket. There are blood splatters here and there, like juice stains from overripe fruit that got thrown against the floor. She crouches down next to one and scowls at it. "I should've been here."

[ornobodywill]

Mac looks her up and down. It looks like a kid, it talks like a kid, and she could secretly be 735 years old, but Mac's not buying it. "Uh-huh. What would your friend be doing here?"

Although that... That Mac can sympathize with. She sighs and looks out over the now calm waters of the lake and wonders if there's anything else lurking out there. "Me too, kid," she says. The last part is unnecessary, but Mac's a bit of a bitch. "Things like this never happen when I'm around." She looks down at her, arching a brow. "But why would you want to get mixed up in something like that... Shouldn't you be in school?"

Maybe the kid isn't what she seems...