[u]Whisper[/u] 

Whisper took a bite of a mozzarella stick, the cheese stretching the gap between her mouth and the stick, and chewed slowly. She took a second bite to remove the cheese strand and prevent herself from looking foolish and then stood up with a glass of wine in her hand. She walked across the room, past several tables and towards the window, where once more she almost habitually stared down at the city. There were police cars high-tailing it down a street by the river; that couldn't be good. Judging by the number of cars, meta-on-meta violence was most likely the cause. She hoped that her men weren't involved. The last thing Whisper needed was pissed off cops. She was just about to turn around when she caught sight of the loudly-dressed Cassidy Lynn. The woman looked rather familiar. Whisper sat still for a moment, looking at the ground halfway between the window and Cassidy, and then decided to turn back to the bar. It was not in Whisper's nature to be social, and this girl looked slightly arrogant. 

She pulled out her phone and sent a text to Samson Jeross; 

"Police cars on Clyde St. 3 sirens. Might be meta. Check it out." 

[u]Emilio[/u] 

When Whisper left her seat, Emilio's first reaction was to steal a mozzarella stick. He ate it rather ravenously, the cheese sticking to the roof of his mouth (which is a serious problem for Mamba). He scarfed it down with a swig of beer, and then looked to his left where Rabbit was sitting, half-drunk. He looked back at the tv screen as the Giants scored another run, and cursed quietly. Emilio certainly wouldn't turn down a chance to mess with a drunk person, and so he turned to his left and responded to her mumbling. 

"I kind of like it." Emilio said "It's calm without being smooth jazz." 

[u]Taylor[/u] 

Halfway through formulating an english response to Nick (it took her a bit more time than average to formulate english sentences), she was cut off by Johnny. She frowned at him; he was obviously rather snobbish, and the cane was far too gaudy. He looked like a pimp that had gone through a meat grinder. The attention she was receiving now was more than enough to pick up her spirits. She smiled, a slim curving of her red lips in the upward direction, and drummed her fingers on the edge of her martini seductively. She sized Johnny up for a moment, and then blinked a few times; what, did he raid a party store? 

"Un peu grossie," she muttered to herself before turning to Nick "No, I've never really been much for drinking, but I" she hesitated, considering how much information she should tell a random stranger at a bar. She had yet to take a single drink of her fruity martini, and so alcohol wasn't an excuse. She weighed her options quietly, and ended the sentence by saying "heard about this place from a friend. It's rather underwhelming, no?" This place was becoming rather stale quickly. Unlike most bars, there wasn't much to really do at Club 76 besides drink fancy drinks that cost too much and revel in how rich you are that you can afford said fancy drinks. 

[u]Titus MacArthur[/u] 

Lumbering down Archimedes Street was Titus MacArthur, a mountain of a man with Scottish hair and a Scottish disposition. He walked with his chest puffed out and his shoulder's back, making him look even bigger than he already was, and people moved out of his way when they saw him, easily cleaving a path through the crowd. He was in this part of town on an errand for Damian, and was hopelessly lost; there was no Fukerzelf road anywhere around here, nor was there a smoke shop where you could buy a penis-shaped glass bong. The bong, he was explained, was meant to be a prank for Matt, who was becoming a Skull enforcer, though, considering Matt didn't smoke, Titus found this rather odd. Nearby, Titus overheard two men talking. 

[i]"Yeah. Blood all over the damn place. Ever since their kind started comin' in Mendel, we've just had-"

"I dunno, but Skeleton is gonna lose his SHIT when he hears about this one."

"Was the guy a big deal?" 

"Do I look like I hang around fuckin' gangsters? All I know is that the guy was apparently a Skull." [/i] 

Titus' eyes widened. A Skull had been murdered. Maybe if he ran and told Skeleton, he thought, he would get a promotion. He quickly turned the corner, bumping one of the two men and sending them sprawling, and was about to enter an alley when he saw a woman in a purple suit having a standoff with a drug dealer at the end of the alley. In one fluid motion, the guy was on the ground, and she left quickly. Titus ran after her, not wanting to get caught by the police for the gunshot, and he shoved one of the kids into a brick wall. The brick cracked, or maybe that was the kid's bones, and he slumped to the ground. Once he reached the street, Titus attempted to blend back in, and followed the girl in the purple suit to where she entered the Archimedes building. He was interested; she certainly looked like a formidable fighter, and if a meta was good at fighting in West Mendel, then they were probably a Vanguard. While it would be great to be the first to tell Skeleton about the murder, it would be better to catch the murderer as well. Titus expected a Vanguard to be the killer; that only made sense. He entered the elevator and rode to the top floor, not interacting with Cassidy in the slightest. From his gargantuan height, she looked quite small next to him. 

The elevator doors opened and Titus walked the opposite way as Cassidy to throw her off his trail. Once he sufficiently got out of her line of sight, Titus doubled back and followed her to a bar. He stood outside and looked in at the people inside. Lo and behold, there was Whisper Kiyoshi, drinking some sort of mixed drink and staring down at the city below her. Titus' heart leapt; just wait until the boss heard about this.