Mabel makes her move first and draws up close to the big man and his pot of paint. He reeks of leather, tobacco, and chemicals. The man dares to draw out his response, finishing with last lick of paint before he turns toward the little homely woman. His glare speaks volumes of lusty misogyny.
John Davis' voice carries across the heady air, smashing like a freight train into an already awkward moment.
The big man with his ferocious face, bandana and corded arms, pauses slightly while his eyes sweep up and down the street.
"We're... Cleaning up this wall. Got some complaints about the level of graffiti on properties around here. My guess it was enough to get something done. Yup." His voice was low but built for shouting.
John Davis' call had alerted the man in the parked pickup's driving seat as well. He laconically popped his head through the window, staring up and down the street with an annoyed frown.
When Clara appeared his mouth dropped open under his bushy moustache. The Daeva's enhanced hearing stole a hushed expletive slip from his lips. "Er. Yeah. Think so. Most like." He stuttered afterward. "Ah... You seen any more like it?"
All the while the Shadow Deputy draws near. At least she can check out the pamphlet: a new church group. On he surface the pamphlet looks legit. There, however, some tells suggesting something more: references to an End Time; a time of troubles; and the formation of a Tribulation Militia. As Izyaoi draws near she can make out how the graffiti on the ruins mimics some of the symbols on the pamphlet.
So does Clara: a stylised image that could either be a Phoenix rising or a ball of fire. Its hard to tell as its half painted over.
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Assassin, under the pseudonym Silhouette
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