Ever was surprised when she was address by the woman. 'Contact? no one told me there was another contact in here' It was true that she could probably guess just what she was by the amount of energy she gave off, but she trusted no one. Especially someone who had randomly given her information about her target. For someone who didn't want her bar fucked with, she sure played a dangerous game with dangerous people. She had serious doubts that anyone outside of her father would want to aid in her quest, most of them deemed her unworthy for the task. Still, the information proved to be solid. She was still staring at her glass, spinning the straw as she listens to the conversation around her.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 166, 77)">"<b>Business or Pleasure, Jace?" </b></span></span>She rolled her shoulders and sighed, trying to appear as though she as unwinding from a rough day. She spun in her stool and faced the crowd of sweaty bodies. The music in the air was thumping, electricity shooting from every direction. It was almost mesmerizing to watch. <span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">"</span></span><b><b><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">Business- Anything from any of my feelers?" '</span></span></b></b><i>Business? hmm, just what kind?'</i> She thought to herself, having caught a whiff of blood in the air, she imagined it would have something to do with the fancy drink the bartender slid over to him, seeing there were no visible cuts on his body. <b><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 166, 77)">"Guy named Carl said he might've seen your sister or someone like her- left his number. I'll pass it to you." "</span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">Ain't ya going to at least say Hi? Sure the girls, or guys if you're into that, would love to show you around."</span></b> <i>'His sister? Didn't her note say she has no clue what he was up to?'</i> Something was off about this whole situation. She began to twist the ring on her finger nervously.<br/>
<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">"</span></span><b><b><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">Thanks, but I got plans for tonight- I'll see you Kalzelmo." </span></span></b></b>She watched as he walked by her, she caught his scent rather easily. She could almost feel the heavy burden his energy carried. <i>'Just what are you hiding Jason....' </i>​</div><br/>She waited until Kalzemo wasn't looking before she slipped out of the nightclub and into the night, following the scent trail. Though she tried not to make it too obvious that she as tracking someone, simply looking like she was walking home. She paused for a moment, looking ahead of her was a construction sight, she growled. 'He knows I'm here.' She bent down and pulled her dress to the side, the leg that was hidden had holstered her angel blade. (to a smaller degree) She felt energy building above her, and within the right moment, pulled it from its sheath and used it to guard against Jason's blade. As soon as the two weapons connected, it had grown back to its original size and seethed with white hot energy. Everleighs eyes began to glow a light blue as she stared at her target. She shifted her wrist, the spell on her bangle no longer hid her true visage. Her bright and very large wings came into the picture, each feather seemed to be tipped in some kind of metal coating.<br/><br/>"<b>I'm getting REAL sick and tired of you bastards following me and trying to kill me- What the hell do you want from me?!" </b>Ever waited for a moment, raising her eye brow as if to wait for some kind of long and drawn out monologue. Instead, Jason was silent. His stare was icy and full of malice. This didn't scare Everleigh, if anything she saw it as a challenge.<i>'A worthy opponent' </i>She smirked<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Well seeing I could have killed you in the bar, i'd say that's a sign of good faith. Though I must admit." </span>Everleigh dropped her weapon, the point digging into the concrete. She leaned on the hilt, a playful smirk crossing her face.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> "You should really take a lady out on a date before pointing a weapon at her."</span>She wondered if he was the type to enjoy humor, though it didn't matter.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> "I personally want nothing from you, They however"</span>She pointed upwards.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Have absolutely no clue what you're after, and it concerns them. SO!"</span>She took a moment to step out of her high heels and place her feet on the cool concrete.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Oh that's heaven" </span>She murmured before continuing her chatter.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> "They sent me to ask you what the hell you're up to. Seeing the summons clearly didn't work."</span>She chuckled lightly, remembering the mention of the assaults.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Though I daresay, they probably should have scoped you out anyways before sending any kind of arresting bridgate your way. Then they wouldn't have so many deaths on their hands! But you know, can't turn back the clock."</span>She thought about it for a moment.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Well, you can but its not wise." <br/>
</span><br/>She was waiting for him to speak, interject, act. Though she seemed non-threatening and talkative at the moment she was still ready if he decided to jump at her again. He didn't seem like the kind to try though, he was wise enough to avoid a full on brawl right away. He was probably gauging her just as much as she was him. Something tugged at her heartstrings a little, something that was mentioned earlier.<i>'Why was he trying to find his sister?' </i>