<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Nicodemus..png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Nicodemus Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Grandma's Favorite (Whateley Faction)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Street<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Semi-Open (Notices Aislinn) (Closed in the alley)<br/><hr/><br/>Continuing his stroll down main street, Nicodemus searched for anything of interest, his green eyes hidden away by his tinted glasses.  Nearing the main juncture, the heart of the city, he slowed, watching the people interacting in Casino Morongo.  He felt no desire to join the growing crowd in the building but simply took it in as he continued meandering.<br/><br/>Always on the look out for new faces in the growing city, he was often out and about just like tonight.  He rolled his shoulders, his eyes searching both sides of the road.  It was then that he spotted another new face in town.  Studying the slip of a woman from a distance, he focused all of his unnerving attention on her for a moment, careful not to catch her eye as yet.<br/><br/>Slipping between buildings, he inspected the area, ensuring privacy once again.  He had become quite adept at being unseen while he did his work.  Hidden in the darkened alley, he once again pulled a card from his inside pocket, a smirk on his face.  Dropping the card, he watched it flutter to the ground calmly, only a hint of his true excitement on his face.  More than almost anything, he loved calling on his craft and didn't get the chance as often as he'd like.<br/><br/>The alley darkened and shadows moved as he pictured the young, red haired woman.  “Your bidding?”  A sibilant voice asked him.  Words he loved to hear.  With a wicked smile, he gestured toward the street.  “Find her.  Watch her.  Do her no harm.”  His deep voice took on a perversely evil edge.  “Report back to me.  I wish to know everywhere she goes and everyone she speaks to.  And her name.”<br/><br/>Disappearing from sight, the shadows stopped dancing and the creature took his leave of Nicodemus.  Allowing himself one more wicked smile, he straightened his suit jacket, schooled his features back to neutrality and stepped back onto main street, turning to follow the woman even as his creature did.