It’s unlikely, but with Adriana and the other old hands in the guild away, I’m not sure who else to turn to? A slight knot in the brow of the bronzed beauty as she moved along the streets of Magnolia, having spent a few days now back in the town that she had called home and started to feel increasingly restless because of the lacking return of faces from her guild that she recognised, Aisha Connors had opted to cope with her restless feelings by getting active with the task that preoccupied her so. Hating that feeling of sitting around her house while there felt like work to be done, though the dishy Desiertian had managed to soothe some of that agitation by pouring plenty of her energy into exercise, she still found herself unable to sit still for too long without wanting to do something.
Khalash has those contacts from his days as a wandering merchant, and since his field is magic, maybe he’s heard something on the grapevine? Compelled into action as the sun took a slow dive toward the horizon as dusk set in, after spending her day trying to occupy her mind and hands with things that seemed trivial and unsatisfying, Miss Connors had elected to move on her urge even though the hour was starting to get late. Evening in full swing as she moved through the streets in a black tank top and pants over which she wore a fur lined jacket in order to protect her desert born body from the chilliness of a Fiorian night, having hit up the bars that her mentor had liked while he was in town the nights before and found neither the men who offered him drinks or the women who offered him their bodies seemed to have been given any news, the young huntress had elected to search in places that seemed a little less conventional to most people’s minds.
It’s probably a wild goose chase coming here, but I suppose it beats sitting around the apartment, waiting for news… An amateur detective at best and her approach largely seeming to be to cover as much ground as possible and rattle as many cages as she could to see who or what might come spilling out, while Aisha carried herself with her usual degree of beauty and elegance there was a look of determination about her expression that some might have found a little bit off putting.
“Not. Now. Not. Ever.” Not exactly scowling but certainly wearing the kind of expression that would tell any who passed by her by likely picking up the vibe of a woman in a rush, as a fool from an alleyway missed this obvious clue in her countenance and tried to hit her up in a fashion that she would not have indulged even on her best day, Miss Connors gave a gruff reply and didn’t even cast even one of her amber eyes in the direction of the fellow as she marched along. Fists practically clenched and all too easily made to look like she was going to deck someone, getting this wound up was probably not good for the popular appeal of the girl but what could she do? The longer the man was missing the more that nasty little voice in the back of her mind whispered wicked things about the fate of the man, and he had already been gone more than a year now.
There’s got to be something, something I’m missing. A man doesn’t just vanish into thin air, does he? At least not without a ton of magical power. That was far too long for her to patient, and so off she marched, in search of answers that another part of her knew she was unlikely to find, but she wanted to anyway. Usually down to earth but when left to her own devices things like this getting her, she was a far cry from the laid back soul who hung out at the Fairy Tail guild right now and her sense of isolation and failure was only making the girl worse in this regard. More tempestuous than ever as she found everything she counted on falling down around her, or at least that was how it seemed, Aisha had become irritable and impatient and perhaps a little bit reckless.
Damnit Jack, all that uproar with the changing of the guild masters and then you up and vanish? News around town about a find who was sapping people dry of their mana something that had stopped many coming out when the sun went down, while the threat did not daunt a woman of her talent or experience she was still being somewhat foolhardy by going out with the danger around her, though right now she didn’t care. Determined to find some answers or at least something that might take her mind off her troubles, had she paid enough attention to the warnings then she might just have gone out into the night looking for a fight with the fiend that was stalking the town, but right now she only had one thing on her mind.
Driven by desperation, few things would have stopped her from finding what she wanted right now but unfortunately she was about to be confronted by something that could, one could only imagine the curse word that the caramel chose as she found herself standing in front of the building she aimed for, only to find it’s façade trashed and a big ‘shop closed’ sign on the front door. Apparently, this wasn’t her day…
- Aisha Connors