Post by Vice Ysal on Apr 26, 2014 7:47:05 GMT -5
His foot steps echoed every time it made contact with the pavement. It was, however, eaten away by the sudden rain that had began falling not even an hour ago. The pitter patter of the rain on the thin metal sheets over head continued as the hooded male stood still. Bored red eyes looked on over the streets, the occasional car speeding by and splashing the puddles towards the side walks. Several different faces flitted past his periphery, some looking at him, some too focused on the rain to care about anything else at all, but most of them were people that had yet to really matter to him. Then again, he could always just try and just kidnap some random kid off the streets, knock him out with a hit to the back of his head, drag him off towards the outside and wait for things to happen.
Hell, he could even announce it to some of the users and see what they're going to do about it. If the kid survives, then cool they get a new player to join the battle. If the kid dies, then the Users just have to try harder. It was an exciting thing, in theory anyway. Not to mention the lack of a save option in the case that they won't win in the end, well, that just adds to the whole point of doing such an act. The hood of his black parka was soon pulled lower, shadowing over his eyes once more as he turned around and faced more of the streets.
Continuing on, his feet bringing him to nowhere in particular, the black clothed shadow found himself easily being drenched by the rain. Looks like the intensity had increased during his musings. Not that it'd bother him anymore, it wasn't like sickness was going to be a problem for this body's new physiology. Still, there was just nothing to do as of late. Nothing was happening in the outside, none of the stratums were opening up, and head hunting often took too much time to actually be productive.
Well, something was bound to happen so long as he kept moving.