Lucien grins on the phone with the cop "So, Shes finally stopped moving eh? Keep her detained until i get there" He hung the phone up and walked into his room grabbing a pair of high powered sunglasses. "Time to get her back for what she did" he placed them on his eyes and proceeded outside where he extended his wings jumping off a small cliff near his house and gaining air gliding at a fast speed toward the police office.

Lance blinked as the edge weapon reached his ear for a second there lance thought he was being attack and had his hand over the 9mm he had hidden. "Thats very impressive, I don't know whether or not you have heard who i am or what i do but currently im on the hunt of a man that works for the government by the name of Lucien. Are you Against that at all?" He smirked as a chesire grin appeared over his face "well there is the kill list board that i visit daily as well."

"Hey, I asked you a question." She practically slams her palms on the guard's desk, "Unless you want me to end up doing the restroom here."
The guard just gives her smirk, "Do whatever you want. I'm not letting you leave out of that door."
Noelle grits her teeth, this was getting past funny... and all her knives were in her bag which the guard had..

Cu shook his head. So that's where half the Wanted posters he'd had his eyes on had gone... He lifted a small latch and left gravity do its job with the halberd, reducing it to its usual carry-around size.

The chef smiled. "Government? To be honest, I think all of us in this area have quite a few issues we'd like to settle with them, but we're only poor chefs and shopkeepers."

Lucien arrived at the station kicked the door open and stormed through the area "where is she?" He said with a surprisingly low and calm tone as he made his way past several guards. The didn't speak they knew who he was looking for they simply point towards on room He smirked "Perfect." Lucien walked to the door Kicking it off the hinges as he smiled evily with a icy cold evil tone in his voice he spoke "Well Well... If it isn't Lil ol Noelle.."

Lance smiled standing up after finishing his food and handing the shopkeeper money anyways he hated taking a free meal from nice people "Well, you don't worry about that ma'am the Kitsune will do it for you" The chesire smile appeared on his face as he walked out of the shop and into the streets motioning the wolf to follow.

Upon hearing that icy voice saying her name, Noelle freezes. Her eyes grow wide, no.. it can't be... She spins around to see Lucien standing in the door way and all chances of her making an escape just went down to zero.

Noelle scowls and pushes his hand off of her cheek, "And what business is of yours where I have been? And why in the hell would I write to you." she tries to figure a way of getting past him. She had known him while in foster care and had been best friends with him.. till he liked snapped.. and Noelle already knew there was a snowball in Hell chance she could take him on..

Cu nodded at the chef, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and pulled his mask back up over his nose. He followed the fox with a quizzical arch to his eyebrows, while sheathing the slightly-rusty blade.

...Where are we going, again?

OOC: Okay all caught up, but I'm only on lunch break. :3 But I'll be on most of the day tomorrow cause I start classes! :D Oh and Tormented, Charlie is in the shop that Noelle is in. ;) Randomly.

Charlie stopped as she spotted Lance coming out of a little restaurant with another man. "Hmmm.... Never seen him." She mumbled and started past them to head back to her home. She'd had quite some fun this afternoon setting a few government sites ablaze. "Hmmm.... Oh I need a couple things here." Smiling as she walked with her bags into the shop and browsed through the clothing areas. "I wonder what surprise new weapons Ted will have for me... Ugh and I gotta find a way to hack the system and get my name on the party list..."

OCC: Lol, same taste of clothes eh?

"I don't care how many times you ask, I'm not going to answer you," Noelle replies, her voice just as angry, "And leave him alone, he's not part of this." Deciding, since Lucien was busy with the folders, that was the best shot she had of escaping. Pushing off from the desk, she tries to run for the door.

Lance continues down and alley way towards the end the was a large metal door with Various Graffiti drawn on it. Lance smirked and looked at Cu "listen to the rythem carefully" he said as he knocked on the door 4 times with a certain beat.

The cracked open just a bit enough to hear a large burly man utter the words "Whats the password?" Lance nodded and proceeded to unsheathe his sword and flip it over to the hilt holding it inside the door "Approved" The man said as the door flew open revealing a bar full of gruff and tough looking men. As Lance walked in they all went quite as if they were afraid of the man.

Lance walked to a large Array of job boards in the middle of the bar and pointed at one filled with pappers and folders with the initials 'SK' Above it "This is my board when people want me to do something mostly killing they post it here" Lance used the edge of his blade to carve a plus sign and the letter 'C' into the board "Now its our board, there are plenty of job offerings here for money you should be set"

Lance smiled and went to sit at the bar waiting for Cu to look it over.

Ooc: Not really... Ish. She's trying to find something to wear to disguise herself for the governs t party.

Charlie sighed as she flicked through the dresses and sighed. "Ugh.... I don't know about these places... Everythin is either to revealing or just not good looking." Grumbling lightly, she continued to flick through the outfits.

Noelle flinches as she lands back in the chair, "Your not my best friend anymore and get the hell out of my face." she screams at him.

Lucien stayed eye to eye with the girl "You know its your fault i have to wear these damn sunglasses.." He nudged them down a bit to reveal a scar that went across both his eyes. "you gave me this damn scar you know" he raised he right hand balling it into a fist and bringing it back as if he was going to hit the women "You will pay for it."