Mosaic City, located along China's coast, is quite large city sometimes called the Crossroads Between Nations due to its diverse population. While it was once a large tourist spot, the city was placed under a blockade as the military appeared claiming there was a radiation leak. The true hazard, however, is much more sinister.
"But within this prison, you're safe. You can become stronger without having to risk dying because you thought you were too good. And then what? All your boasts will then amount to nothing." Vice shook his head, he can't believe he was saying something like this when his Human didn't even bloody bother about it in the first place. Then again, back then, when the Human was even at a more pitiful state than this one over here, he had already gotten used to getting hurt. Fighting, bleeding, knowing what pain was, it really did make a difference for when he had to get himself out of that funk during his first foray into the wilderness.
"And these walls contain bigger monsters than anything you can find in the outside. Nothing's scarier than the biggest threat you'll ever find inside." And when the male thought acting all tough and cool about something like this, the Shadow decided to at least give the male his own pose. He was standing like every other casual person, sure, but it was just child's play to move the stance the tiniest bit to make him look more aggressive, more dangerous, and to allow his intent to murder slide out just a bit more.
"Then don't. This information's reserved only for those who can do something about it anyway."
Post by Tatsuma Kirihara on Apr 15, 2014 12:19:01 GMT -5
"Huh, I don’t remember boasting about my nonexistent power." He shrugged with a grin. He saw the Shadows and he saw what they can do. He knew he was powerless. Acting a little confident was his way of getting people riled up and ready to give him hints. Vice seemed to do just that, but it wasn’t enough for him.
Tatsuma could detect blood thirst and killing intent easily. He was a troublesome child in the past, and the gang life wasn’t exactly safe back then either. Hell, he even lost a few comrades in fights... So he noticed when Vice’s stance changed.
"You... are something else." He didn’t mean Shadow. He meant that Vice knew more, that he was powerful and knowledgeable. "I guess, I can’t get anything out of you without taking this seriously, right?" While he wasn’t exactly carefree, taking things on his own was a defense mechanism against the world. "Alright. I can’t prove myself in power because, as you have said, I’m weak. But I’m willing." He had desire for power and desire for the truth. Behemoth’s claws tore into the shield of his mind and the persona could glance at the outside world for a moment before retreating back into the darkness. He raised his left hand, the one that had the metal claw shaped ring on it. He made a fist and held it forward, the claw drawing blood from the flesh of his hand. "Swearing on one’s blood is a custom where I came from, though rather primeval, it is the strongest promise I know. I want to know more. And I want to stop whatever is happening here."
It was almost funny, how this ended up being, but the Shadow wasn't going to waste his time with people who couldn't even bring out the resolve to do what they set out to do. Of course, resolve isn't worth anything if the person who exercises it doesn't have the fire power to back it up, which meant that he'd have to make some time to help and nurture the kid into something that wouldn't be seen as an embarrassment in his Human's standards.
And payment in blood? Now that's a sport the shadow wouldn't mind funding. Rummaging around one of the many pockets he has, the biker slowly produced a small laminated card that had instructions, a map, and a time and place for where to meet up at. It was a lot like all the other invitations he had given away and more often than not those people ended up getting their faces broken in. Accepted, probably. In pain? Most definitely. Tossing the card like it was a shrunken to the oddly hair coloured individual, Vice then turned around.
"There's your ticket. If you're really serious about this, then I'm sure you know what to do."
And with those parting words, Vice savoured the energy flitting through the air for a moment before contining his stride towards his motorcycle. He, after all, had to prepare for a visit.
Post by Tatsuma Kirihara on Apr 16, 2014 13:31:37 GMT -5
That kind of guy?
Tatsuma barely had any idea what exactly Vice meant by that, but he had little time to wonder. A laminated card was thrown his way, and he caught it reflexively. He read through it with interest, even though he didn’t understand why he was given it. Tatsuma knew Vice knew something. And the fact that card was so obnoxious it would be a pink and purple colored and glittered drag queen would it be a person, he couldn’t just brush it off as nothing. He had never visited the part the map gave him directions to, but he was sure he would soon end up there. Whatever that place was.
He studied the card with such interest he could only see Vice’s back as he was leaving. Tatsuma could only think of it as strange, but it just meant he pulled the jackpot. He assumed the right things and asked the exact person he needed to ask to get closer to the truth he desired.
"It’s a date then." He said more to himself and waved a farewell toward Vice before pocketing the card carefully. He will have a good run around town, now that he felt he was a tiny chicken-step closer to his goal.
((It was nice meeting you, Vice. See ya later at the Fight Club.))