"Aye..." Bronwyn agreed. "Such duality exists in many aspects o' life."<br/>"I think I'll stick to the side I know." Tara said before Bronwyn could get into specifics. "Like the Fais. You coming?"<br/>"I think not this time. I have business to tend."<br/>Lightning flashed, followed by a long peal of thunder. Bronwyn gazed up at the cloudy night sky as though reading hidden messages in the clouds.<br/>"I hope it's indoor business, or else you're getting drenched." Tara said, huddling deeper into her hoodie.<br/>Lightning flickered, the eerie illumination turning Bronwyn's face into something terrible and alien. A loud thunderclap made Tara jump, then the bottom fell out of the sky.<br/>"Shit! See you at the inn!" Tara exclaimed, hurrying down the street toward the Cajun bar.<br/>Bronwyn watched her go. People everywhere scurried to get out of the downpour, huddling together in doorways and under slanted overhangs. Within moments, Bronwyn was the only one left in the street.<br/>The rain made for good cover, even if it did scare the prey inside. With a little luck however, Bronwyn hoped to be able to find a couple of hardy souls willing to brave the rain. One in particular. She headed off down the street at a trot, flicking her wet hair back from her forehead. Her sodden clothes became heavy and her shoes squelched, reminding her that she needed to find herself a pair of decent boots. Wet tennis shoes would hardly slow her down, but they were noisy and annoying.<br/>She took to the shadows, though with the storm she hardly needed more cover. Slipping through the streets of downtown New Orleans was a simple task, and before long Bronwyn had tracked down her target and was stalking him silently down a wet alley.<br/>"Yo Danny Boy! What're you doin' out in the rain?" a voice floated out of an open doorway. Bronwyn winced at the terrible fake accent.<br/>"Family business." Danny Boy was all swagger. "Keep your nose out and you may get to keep it."<br/>How cute. Danny Boy thought he was bad. Bronwyn rolled her eyes.<br/>The fidiot sauntered past the doorway, which was the last one for a short, dark stretch before the alley ended at the street. Bronwyn waited until he was well enveloped by darkness, then caught up to him, grabbing him by the shoulder and throwing him against the wall.<br/>Danny Boy coughed and gasped, his shaky hand going for the gun tucked into his pants at the small of his back. Bronwyn snatched it from him and rapped him over the head with it.<br/>"What the FUCK-" Danny started to yell, but Bronwyn slapped her hand over his mouth and held his head against the wall.<br/>"Listen up, Danny Boy." Her voice was low and deadly. "I don' like you."<br/>Danny tried to struggle, but Bronwyn held him in place easily.<br/>"I could kill you. In fact I would love to." Bronwyn paused as Danny's eyes went wide with a mix of fear and fury. With no effort at all, Bronwyn lifted him one handed up the wall until his feet dangled inches above the ground. Fear became the only emotion he knew.<br/>"'Tis your lucky day, Danny Boy." Bronwyn growled. "I'm not gonna kill you."<br/>She let him go and he crumpled in a heap at her feet. Before he could collect himself, Bronwyn Spoke, her voice thick with layers of suggestion.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Stand up. Do not make a sound.</span>"<br/>Danny's movements were slow and jerky as he obeyed, like a marionette puppet.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">I want you to get into your car an' drive out o' the city. Do not ever come back. Do you understand?</span>"<br/>"Yes." Danny answered. A mind as weak as his was easily manipulated. Usually Bronwyn could only plant an idea in someone's mind, an idea that they would find both reasonable and appealing, even if it were to throw themselves from the top floor of a skyscraper building. It was still only a suggestion, though. A person could reject the idea and resist the urge, if their willpower were strong enough.<br/>Danny's mind was as soft and impressionable as warm dough, making Bronwyn's suggestion more like a command.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Go now. Death awaits you if you ever come back to this city.</span>"<br/>"Ok." Danny said agreeably, then shuffled off.