<em>Goddess, I must look like the opening sequence of a Pron Flick.</em>Having traded her normal com link for a Renraku Ichi displaying the SIN "Dani Quade," Rave parked her bike a few blocks back and locked it down.  Without even a taser to defend herself with, and only a hovering golden eye in the astral plane for backup, it was hard too refute the illusion that she had taken a wrong turn on her way too the club.<br/><br/>Truth was, beneath the scoop-necked leather halter and miniskirt she was wearing a skin tight, translucent bodysuit--not unlike full body pantyhose--that offered a good bit of protection from bullets, and the leather jacket helped a bit too.  The pentacle dangling in her cleavage by a golden chain might remind someone who knew how to look that no wizard was even unarmed, even if all they knew how to do was put you to sleep.<br/><br/>Her combat boots clicked softly on the floor as she made her way too the meet, a stylistic line between a girl out on the dance floor and a girl selling her body--the second would wear stiletto heals in an outfit like this.<br/><br/>Noting others converging on the site of the meeting, she straightened her jacket, then strode forwards, projecting confidence she didn't quite feel.  in the dim light, her bare skin luminesced a soft gold, and her hair--showing faint aqua--gave away her nerves for those who new what too look for.<br/><br/>She tried to slip her perception into the astral and get a gander at the auras around her as she approached.  At first, the tension wouldn't let her focus, so she paused, took a regular breath, and let her vision slide naturally into the elsewhere.  She could see them now, well enough.  There was another awakened aura, bright and vibrant.  Was that what an adept looked like?<br/><br/>Wouldn't be polite to spend much time distracted, she focused back on the corporeal, counting on her watcher to inform her if anything untoward hit them from the Astral.