(semi-closed) let me tell you about a little situation

[hackles]

Who: Hallelujah & a bunch of people.
When: April 01 - 04, before the rescue.
Where: Around Capablanca's entertainment ring.
What: Sniffing out the traitors! This clue is happening.
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of sex, stalking, and the torture of a Noir vampire for info.

(ooc. i will be doing personalized starters! most active plot-relevant stuff is spoken for, but if you'd like a thread to swap clues or generally slink around with a rude guard dog, leave a comment or pm me! hallelujah is icly sharing his clues - that alessandra rambaldi is fraternizing with noir vampires, who have been helping with the smuggling effort in capablanca - here.)

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[hackles]

[ Palaméde. Through Allelujah's vibrant lens, he'd seen that city at what must have been its finest, only for it to collapse under the weight of its own pretty vulnerability. Hallelujah would not call that attack well thought-out, but he would call it informed. And that information had to come from somewhere. Had Verdoni not sent them out to hunt, Hallelujah wouldn't have given two fucks, but the trail is an interesting one, if anything.

And his tolerance for traitors is abysmally low, for as entertaining as he finds them caught with their pants down. In more ways than one. ]

Those ships are the work of these Corsi guys, yeah? [ He laughs, brief and low. ] Seems the Rambaldis like their shipments exotic, in more than a few ways. Noir just happened to deliver.

[ Taking a corner sees them through an alleyway that leads to an abandoned outcrop of buildings. Most of Capablanca's glow has faded from this place, leaving only broken and dirty reminders of what these parts used to be. ]

[powerdriven]

[ He wouldn't say he completely concurs with that, but it's true that Levi as well, wouldn't have gone to these efforts if not for the interests of Blanc. That the behavior of their superiors didn't sit right with him, that Palamede should see their city restored... neither made a difference in light of staying to task. It just so happens that staying to task includes investigating the plan's trail, after all.

And here they are. While he doesn't laugh, he's also not above dark humor at the expense of idiots. ]

They've got a lot in common. [ Especially for two feuding bloodlines.

All casual talk of that aside, however, he does see to it that he's prepared for some potentially unwanted surprise. He's been in plenty of ugly Capablanca alleyways by now, but this particular outcropping isn't ringing any bells beyond those that signal the atmosphere of beggars and thieves. Surely this man wouldn't willingly lead him into some mafioso wolves' den...? For now, Levi continues the line of conversation. ]

Any connection to them wanting Francesco Corsi dead?

[hackles]

Oh, is that the word, now? Someone's after the Corsi kid?

[ Well, that wouldn't surprise him. Rumors spread like wildfire, especially with actual evidence acting as kindling. Hallelujah strides with a destination in mind, on course to a building that lies dead ahead. It's a grand thing, or it used to be, in its prime. It sits in a prominent location on the street, a large sign suspended above now blown out of all its lights and lettering. Debris lines its outside perimeters, and a chilly silence has befallen it, like a veil of discolor.

If the building appears to be even more still than it ought to be from the outside, that impression would be correct. Someone takes very good care to make sure the area is cleared out for certain visitors. ]

Maybe he knew just who to come calling on for dating advice.