[Open] From the Bowery to Saint Mark's

[aly_brighteyes]

New York city is a good place for a girl of Aly's talents. So many people are constantly rushing from place to place or else gawping at the sights that it's very easy for a nimble-fingered thing like her to relieve them of a wallet here or there. Credit cards, she finds, are particularly fun and she's made some very exciting purchases at stores with such fun names as Trash & Vaudeville and Search & Destroy. Once she's assembled a better wardrobe, Aly quickly changes and stuffs her plainer clothes into the bottom of a shopping bag. It won't do to exult her victory while wearing clothes that a sharp eye in a crowd might remember.

Partially out of playfulness, Aly chooses a loud and colorful outfit. It's not the strangest thing she's seen in the area called the East Village but it's certainly eye catching enough that someone might easily be distracted into watching her clothes rather than her face. And all her knives are concealed within her many layers though to any onlookers, she's just relaxing at a bar seat eating chipped potatoes with sambal sauce.

She's adjusting to the changes in her Sight, learning to recognize the rolling heat lines that indicate someone who's passed through the rift and the starbursts that tell her someone is what Daine has explained as an alien. Plying those skills, she glances around the tiny eatery.

[[OOC: Open until the cows come home. Aly is in the East Village and feel free to find her in or walking out of the place.]]

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[has_a_horn]

He's betting that this is a big fat denial of being caught out, but he's willing to see if she actually has a point to make here. "What would you call it, then?"

[aly_brighteyes]

Aly ponders her next response. There's perhaps no harm in saying that she is one of those who gained something when passing through the rift, give him some crumbs to keep him off the cake. "I suppose I just...see things differently. Nothing so powerful as magic, but I think I've a good head for seeing who's a friend or not."

[has_a_horn]

"Right." Guess whose bullshit detector is going right off? "So am I a friend or foe?"

[aly_brighteyes]

"Friend, more or less." She cradles her face in her hand, examining him a little. "If only because you don't mean me harm."

Though if he decides to puzzle her out, Aly may change her assessment.

[has_a_horn]

He nods. It's more or less a correct assessment, but he's not really satisfied with the answer.

He knows that there's got to be more there than some advanced intuition, so he dips into her mind for a better look. His initial impression is that she's definitely more experienced and powerful than she's letting on. She's had battle training. Mind training of some sort, too...if she hadn't, he'd be able to get a lot more information than he's getting at the moment. What she said about seeing things differently probably wasn't a lie, he thinks. Just an understatement.

[aly_brighteyes]

The second Aly feels him probing into her mind, he switches immediately to foe in her book. Quickly, she locks Alianne away into the liar's palace, barricading her own mind.

He will not have the truth of her.

[has_a_horn]

The minute he feels the barricades go up in her mind, he sighs and pulls away from her mind. A moment later, he stands. He doesn't really feel like going another round of guess-the-girl. "It's been fun, Aly."

[aly_brighteyes]

She rises up from the palace and puts on her pleasant face, standing up with her body turned towards another entrance.

"Same."