my body is a cage that keeps me from dancing

[attitude]

Ten days is enough to change a lot. Faye's hit the gym every single day since her encounter with the spider woman, and hit it hard, making sure to build up strength and endurance in preparation for the exploring she was about to do in Darrow. Whatever time wasn't spent on the workout was put towards research, gathering of materials, and pointed questions posed to those who lingered around Semele's.

She's still green, but feeling pretty good about her chances these days.

The problem is that she gives off the air of someone trying hard, and so it becomes a little more difficult to lure people her way. It's a little frustrating at first, until she finally figures out that maybe the trick is to tackle the problem in the opposite direction. Be the one lured, instead of the one luring.

Before heading out of the bar with a man she suspects to be a vampire, Faye ducks into the bathroom, calling the brilliant bastard. When someone picks up, Faye doesn't wait for the greeting.

"How close are you to Obsidian right now?" she asks.

If it isn't Owen on the phone, at least the questions being asked probably won't be about that kind of hunting.

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[beat_death]

Owen's mobile buzzes in his pocket, and there's a moment after he pulls it out and notices the unfamiliar number that he's about to tell whoever's on the other end to sod off. But it doesn't take more than a second for him to place the voice on the other end and to remember the incident in the alley with the shapeshifter.

He did tell Faye to give him a call, didn't he?

He hasn't got much going on today, so why the hell not?

"Five minutes," Owen replies, though it's mostly a guess. He's got a general idea of where Obsidian is, but he's never actually been inside. He reckons all of that was probably more Jack's thing. Maybe. Christ, he really doesn't want to think about it.

Still, he heads in the direction of the club, and it's only about six and a half minutes before he's inside, searching about for a familiar face behind the phone call.