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[oblivionis]

[If he could say one thing about the individuals he met, it's that they're all fake. Their smiles, their flattery, their politeness and respect, and the only sincere thing about them all is they want something bad enough that they'll do anything

[blackfoxed]

[ He almost misses it. A glance away at the wrong time, and he looks back to see a figure that meets all the criteria disappearing into the foot traffic of the sidewalk. Gamma swears, leaves his wine and a bunch of bills before vaulting the little decorative wrought iron fence, heading after the man. Running would cause a scene so he walks briskly, controlling the urge to shove people aside. Hopefully the bastard doesn't turn a corner and get into a car, or worse turn around and recognize him. People remembered that he'd been Blackspell and some didn't believe that he was coerced. They remembered him for the murders, and they didn't forgive. It was why he'd resigned as a Guardian. ]

[oblivionis]

[He's careful to avoid the people he passes, moving just enough to slide out of the way to prevent even brushing others he passes by. And all he does is walk and continue to walk, one gloved hand on the shoulder strap to his bag and the other in his coat pocket. There's enough hustle and bustle that it's fair to say Caim really isn't aware of another following him

[blackfoxed]

[ Well shit. Apparently he'd alerted his quarry. He's getting old and rusty, it seems.

Following the guy down an alley seems suicidal, especially when Gamma hadn't come to pick a fight, so he just ducks against a building and patiently waits for the other to re-emerge. ]