September 26th
Who: Ariel and Sthelada What: Looking for clues When: 9/26 - late night Where: Around the Circulatory System building Warnings: None
What Sthelada managed to learn about the missing ghoul was frustrating. Details were sketchy, partially because his Malkavian master was not having a good evening and couldn't give much of a description. Or no less than three names that may or may not have belonged to the ghoul in question. His final location was the only concrete clue they had, because someone else had spotted the ghoul coming out of the Circulatory System building.
It was likely a long shot they'd find anything of use, but with one ghoul already found in pieces, there was a chance it was a trend and not just a runaway. This was part of the reason Sthelada had never made any human ghouls. Besides the unpleasant side effects of consuming Nosferatu blood, they were unstable and unreliable, often a threat to the Masquerade if they were not tightly controlled.
The cats she'd ghouled as lookouts around her haven and shop were practically invisible. Nobody thought anything of a stray cat anywhere in the back alleys. While they couldn't perform too many complex tasks, but their hearing was enviable and they were a wonderful early warning system. And they didn't care what their mistress looked like, so long as she fed them well and petted them on occasion.
Even though they were meeting in an alley, Sthelada wasn't completely dropping her obfuscate. Instead, she projected an appearance much like she'd had in life. Long dark wavy hair, high cheekbones, large dark eyes. She had projected the appearance of a poor street person, with torn dirty jeans, a well worn men's button down under a jacket that had seen better days. She adopted a shuffling, uneven gait of someone who was probably coming down off a high or a little inebriated.
She spotted a handsome man, who as predicted, was wearing sunglasses even though it was nearly midnight. Why was every single Kindred she encountered in this city beautiful beyond comprehension? He was a Gangrel, for the love of Nod. It didn't matter, even if it was rather irritating. "Looking for a good time, handsome?" she murmured, as she approached. While he was unlikely to see through her disguise, she didn't think the Gangrel Hound would have trouble sussing out her identity.