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[marshal]

Marshal walked through the many crowds of people in the area. There were times when Marshal walked through a crowd, and his hands bumped into people in unnecessary spots, or some people have suspected him of being a pickpocket, so he always kept his hands in his pockets. The young were sniffed the air, taking in those many familiar scents, He had been in China town before, Back when he was a bit younger, and ran errands for groceries for his parents, it also reminded him of the times he and some Coalition agents had to go to Shanghai, and Beijing to stop some troublesome were packs a year or two ago. The many scents he found linked to many different types of food you'd normally find overseas, his father always did say authentic Chinese cooking was always healthy, hell, alot of Asian cooking was healthy, as long as it was not flash cooked with oils of today.

"Like old times..." he said with a whisper, and smile on that stubble covered face.

[†The Blood Countess†]

[Using Alora]

"I don't like how this is going..." The assassin mumbled to someone next to her who was clothed in black, "...they may go out and flat out attack. Make sure that does not happen."

The figure nodded only once and leapt over the side, disappearing in the darkness below. Ever since the war had broken out between The Blood Dynasty and Twilight Brigade, Alora was hard at work to gather as many allies as possible to stunt her foe's advances in their plans: to rule with an iron fist. Thus far, she had been successful. Many important figureheads of the Dynasty were slaughtered and left with her calling card: a blue butterfly pin. That was the nickname Alora carried with her, for a blue butterfly symbolized something: death.

An assassin was a harbinger of it.

Another round of scouting atop the edifice was all she needed, and down she went after one of her allies to see if the job was done. The group they were hunting after had been killed silently and affectively, the bodies prepared to be burned. All The Blue Butterfly did was nod once in satisfaction and silently stealthed off towards the streets.

It was the scent of a werewolf that stopped her dead in her tracks.

A feral hiss escaped her masked mouth, and the assassin immediately tracked after to make sure it wasn't another one of those extremist werewolves...

[marshal]

Marshal was too far below in the crowd and markets to catch the scent of the other, Not to mention it was downwind. The young were hummed as he walked through the streets, stopping at every stand he could see almost to see what the salesman or cook offered.

Marshal was off duty, so he currently was not issued a search to go on around the city. The were kept walking.
He too was rather excited somewhat, an ex girlfriend of his was on the way to the city to visit him, she was a Coalition Operative like him, the two had broken up over small terms, but had decided to stick with being friends. [Working on her bio at the moment]

[†The Blood Countess†]

Sky blue eyes narrowed, bearing down on the werewolf casually strolling on by without a care in the world or even noticing her presence. Had anyone spotted the red-black cloaked female, they'd think she was nothing but a bizarre statue with how still she was. In the blink of an eye, she would be gone from the edge of the edifice and followed silently after him. Will he kill a human like most do? That thought alone drove her to not lose sight.

I'm assuming he's up to something, Butterfly.

The vampire looked to the ally running beside her with equal speed and stealth.

While that may not happen, I'm not taking any chances--follow him from another direction and we'll meet up.

There was a nod beneath the hood and he sped off.

[marshal]

Marshal stopped at a food stand and looked over a wall of customers to watch the stand owner frying some chicken by the looks of it in a wok, mixed in with all sorts of vegetables and such, the scent was intoxicating! If Marshal were in his were form, his tail would be wagging erratically from the scent, instead, just the tip of his tongue stuck out the side of his mouth as he watched in amusement with the other patrons, fully unaware of the assassin's approach.

[†The Blood Countess†]

A sudden cry would be heard behind the werewolf, and a male wearing black would bolt through, carrying what appeared to be a purse. A shriek of, "Stop, thief!" would then be heard and some of the crowd parted to let the speeding man through. Not a very helpful place, then again, most probably didn't understand English. The thief would stop, stare at Marshal, offer a smirk to reveal canines --it seemed as if though he were taunting him as well-- and rushed into the nearest alleyway from the cooking. If he doesn't follow, there were other tactics to lure a target away...

[marshal]

Marshal would jump some as he heard the cry, only for his head to spin around and look towards the woman and thief. Marshal looked to the thief and growled, because it was downwind, he couldn't smell the were, As he started running into the alleyway, Marshal hesitated before his conscience got the best of him and he dashed on after the man.

"Aww dammit... Stop! get back here!" he shouted.

Upon reaching a corner in the alleyway, Marshal threw himself off the ground, kick jumping off the narrow walls some before he was running along the roof to follow the thief. Marshal threw himself up some to flip right over a set of pipes, his body, maintaining the momentum, allowed him to keep running after flipping.