Hunting in Obscurity

[Laggy Lagiacrus]

"Very well. If you'll be so kind as to follow me..."
Andrew left in his usual fashion - without bothering to wit for anyone who was to accompany him. It was often hard for people to determine whether his nature was breezy or just plain rude, but regardless of what his mannerisms were, he was stuck in his mindset, with no signs of budging. Casually, he passed through the restaurant, ignoring the glares that some shot at him, while the more understanding among the populace of the area simply left him be. It was not as if he cared much, having left much of his shame behind when he had publicly attacked Hunt, over something he didn't remember - he reasoned that it was just one of his drunken rages. Though less common now, instead replaced by him just collapsing, or staggering haphazardly back to his room. A top floor room was not a wise idea, especially with the balcony, but even his brother's influence could not move him.

 

[Selenite]

Irene cared little, if nothing, for Andrew's ways and manners now. True, she had been upset before, but she just decided it was not something worth her worries. Why bother? It was his problem alone. She could get along well... she believed, at least. She followed him, back again to weapons room, where she was given some gloves and a different set of throwing knives and daggers, which Bob cleaned in front of her, using a different product than what they usually did -or so he said-. He also gave her a leather belt, to hold the blades, and a trenchcoat, to hide the weapons from view. Irene remembered she was visible, unlike Andrew, so she didn't complain, despite not really feeling at ease with the long coat on.

After being shown some throwing moves, Irene followed Andrew outside, ready for some more practice, this time, on a real demon. She was led towards an industrial area, where few people was about, and most of them, workers. After some minutes walking, in what she thought of as erratic patterns, she stopped behind him, sighing.

''So? Do you actually know how to find these things or what?''

 

[Laggy Lagiacrus]

"I'm going to do a thing. I don't know what the thing is, it's a thing in progress. Respect the thing."
The thing he mentioned was simply him following the distinctive scent of a low-class beast, that was essentially what happens when you cross a Yorkshire Terrier with a demon. And, judging by the horrendous smell of wet fur, faecal matter and rotting corpse pieces stuck in its teeth, it wasn't that fr. It was not hard to see why the smaller ones came out in broad daylight - with the threat of higher classes fighting for the higher quantities of food, they naturally came out when their foes slept. After about half a minute more of "doing a thing," a particularly large pile of pale blue matter was located in an alleyway, but the perpetrator was nowhere to be seen.
A low growling could be heard behind the pair, steadily advancing.
"It's your move, Irene."