Things Fall Apart( for bladeinthecrowd)

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It had started a while ago in Gotham. At least for Cedric and Ivy it had. Now dog and owner were separated. Cedric had found his way into the Nexus. For him it wasn't very hard. For a dog he was both fairly smart and held a decent memory. He was looking and sniffing around for someone who he deemed 'nice'.

And of course Altair was nice. He would probably pat Cedric. And notice the fairly fresh blood matted into his upper shoulder and the stains around his muzzle. He had been in a tussle and was seeking attention because right now Ivy was in no shape to stick her nose out and notice he had been beaten up a bit too. After all Cedric would never willingly let any harm come to Ivy. She was the nice lady who fed him and took such good care of him after all.

(( OOC NOTE: This is for future ploty fun times for anyone who happens to be following this. In Gotham that is.))

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The room looks comfortable. But a bit stuffy at the same time. It looked like Ivy hadn't added any personal touches of her own. Except for an old coffee mug with day old coffee waiting to be poured out at some points. That and a stack of papers that Ivy almost shoved off her desk while trying to calm down.

"I..." Ivy as a someday-lawyer had noticed what he had said. She rubs one hand over the other then sits down on a couch against the far wall. "Cedric needed to be taken out for a walk. I had walked further than I had intended so I was taking us back. I had the feeling I was being followed. So I stopped near a street light. That's when I was approached. These two men said their boss, the Penguin wanted to see me. That... made no sense. I had been told I was to be left alone. So I told them that. I didn't believe what they said."

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Altaїr listened intently, staring at Ivy with an intensity he used for gathering information about a target. In a way, that was exactly what he was doing. If there was any ulterior motive behind the white-robed man's questions, it was to hunt down and punish those responsible. That made them targets, and that made this information gathering on a whole other level.

He shifted slightly. "The Penguin?" Altaїr had never heard a name quite like that before. He probably wasn't even pronouncing it right, a horrible accent lining his already accented Briton when he tried to new word on his tongue. He didn't know what it meant, if it meant anything. "Who is this 'Penguin' fellow? How, exactly, did his men respond?"

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Ivy wasn't fully aware that he was planning on hunting those responsible for hurting her. She was just willing to talk to Altair about what had happened. It was making her feel better.

"A crime lord. One of several in the city. He was one of the ones who made sure the others left me alone because of the information that was left to me by my Uncle. They...laughed. They said new players were coming into town. So the truce was off. He needed me there and...I tried running. I couldn't let them take me there. Even if the Penguin might not hurt me I can't trust that he won't hurt me if things don't go his way. I can't give him what he wants."