tushanshu_logs | OPEN LOG; The Masked Man

CHARACTERS; Yokai and YOU!
DATE; Throughout the month of April. [Mostly at night.]
LOCATION; All about Keeliai!
SITUATION; A certain old man has terrible coping methods when it comes to dealing with racing thoughts and stress. A certain masked man finds himself exploring Keelai through yellowed eyes, and may or may not be running in to trouble in the meantime.
WARNINGS/RATINGS; Possible violence. Otherwise, nothing past PG-13.

See me, the red lines cry. See my role in this story, see that I have a wrong to right; see that I am power and that I will not be denied.

Callaghan hadn't chosen the mask without being ignorant of its meaning; he had, however, chosen it for a multitude of reasons. All symbolism aside, it offered full-face coverage, and hardly blocked his peripheral vision. Secured with the ski mask underneath, it would take (and had taken) a heavy strike to knock off, but since arriving here in Keeliai, he'd made a few further tweaks to ensure that if, for whatever reason, he had to don it again...

To be fair, he hadn't considered donning it for the freedom it offered. Dressing in the outfit again felt inherently good, as did running along the building edges with the microbots enhancing his movements. He did not know parkour, per se, but he didn't need to - not when the microbots were there by his feet to give him the push or pull he needed to cross an alley, not when they could toss him in to the air and his own strength could grab on to a protrusion to haul himself in to another position.

God, but this felt good. It felt right. And as long as he could keep himself out of view, the microbots next to him, and the terrain itself from betraying him...

He just had to be careful, was all. Without nearly as many microbots as he had before, he tried to keep to the shadows. And if that ended up with him overseeing a few gang members or so...?

On one hand, it wasn't any of his business.

On the other, there's something to be said about getting carried away.

((Over the course of the month, rumors will begin to spread regarding a mysterious figure, some mugging incidents [unclear as to what side they were partaking in], and some thefts as well. feel free to put a general time period/area in your first comment, or PM/plurk me and we can do something specific!))

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It felt good to be able to free run.

He selected the rooftops in the Metal sector, jumping and climbing around the futuristic-style buildings. It's a far cry from New York or Albany, even Paris, but it gave him a good chance to explore and get some perspective.

It's dusk, the best time for him to be running, the dark cloth of his outfit blending in well with the fading light. He's selected the tallest building and is sprinting along the adjacent rooftops, before swinging and starting to climb the tower.

He finds it better to be as high as possible.

When he finishes climbing, he'll find that he's not alone- but on the bright side, the company doesn't seem to have noticed him yet.

Yokai is taking advantage of the height mostly for the view it offers, crouched at the far edge with the microbots securing him to the roof and negating a risk of fall. Or...at least significantly limiting it. As long as no sudden movements are made, they're more than capable of supporting him- that said, he hardly expects anything to startle him in to a dangerous fall.

On the bright side, if that sort of thing does happen ~~again~~, there's no team of students to distract and/or outmaneuver him.

...at least, he doesn't think so. Callaghan grimaces behind the mask, briefly reaching under it to rub at his face. That's all he needs, another threat to what he's done here...

Shay pauses before he reaches the top, keeping to the shadows as he sees and senses the figure. Looking around, he notices a rooftop nearby that's taller than the others. Shifting around, he kicks off the wall he's clung to, landing with a roll on the flat top of the other roof.

And he makes sure to do it within sight of Yokai.

If he was trying to catch Yokai's attention, he's done so- the black form stiffens and shifts back, a bit, as though trying to blend back in to shadow, but the problem is that there's only so many places to go-

-and the realization that was a deliberate action.

With that information, after a moment, Yokai draws himself up to a stand, the golden eyes of the mask pointed squarely towards Shay.

You have his focus. Now what are you going to do with it?

He turns, looking back, matching Yokai's gaze and maintaning it for a moment.

He shifts away, pacing closer, dropping his gaze.

"There's rumours of muggings going on." He remarks, loud enough to be heard. "Hanging around on rooftops... Why, I'd say that's mighty suspicious, meself."

Well, that earns a slight roll of his eyes. Not that Shay can see it very well, but the roll of the shoulders and brief turning-away- great. Running at this point, while still an option, all but confirms it, and would likely result in a chase...

He raises a hand, microbots next to him mirroring, and makes a so-so gesture. The microbots can only create so large a hand, but they do hopefully help convey the meaning- especially when it's loosely gesturing towards Shay himself.

Considering he was on the rooftop, he's implicating himself, there, as well.

An irony that hasn't escaped Shay's notice.

"Of course, I could well be the villain described." He ponders, loudly, still in earshot of Yokai. There was one credit against the suspicion; Shay moved into visible range. Given that he was undetected on his approach, it's safe to say the Irish-accented fellow is more than capable of staying undetected.

"And you could just be getting a higher view."

Although, Shay's never seen the Microbots before. He's a lot more open-minded than most Frontiersmen.

The self-exposure seems to have kept Yokai from immediately moving in to hostilities, at least; wary, yes. About to attack? Not so much. He regards Shay a moment more before shrugging, lightly, the microbots flowing on to his shoulders and emphasizing the gesture.

Mentally, he's going over the possibilities here; a self-declared detective? A 'hero'? He's learning quite a bit about the city and its inhabitants that he hadn't known, before, and there are a number of possibilities and risks involved in the discovery.

But after a moment, he steps away from the edge, moving further on to the roof-

-and then abruptly runs for it, leaping out and towards the roof below. He lands in a roll, the microbots flowing on to and over him to help disperse the inertia of impact. And while he's not quite as graceful as Shay, not by a long shot, the recent experience and practice at least keeps him from seriously hurting himself.

However, he does stay in the recovery crouch a few moments more than necessary, watching Shay closely and ready to make another running leap if it comes down to it.

Shay has backed off a few more steps, flicking a wrist with a barely audiable click. He has a feeling the hidden blades would be near-useless, but it helped knowing he wasn't completely defenseless.

"Well, now, that's mighty impressive." He remarks, staying in a neutral stance. "Peace, friend, I mean no violence." He says, whilst raising his hands. "Although, you have to admit me point."

There's a few meters of space between him and the other; a second or so in which to react or move. But to his credit, Yokai remains right where he is, only tilting his head in silent regard before slowly getting to his feet.

"I was there for the view."

There's only so much microbots can communicate, but the fewer words said, the better. Lower the tone of his voice as much he can, roughen it up, and hopefully there'll be minimal risk to link it with the occasional comment he makes without regard for who's listening.

Should he take more care in that? No. This is the one that requires the most caution, but if he can lower the other's interest in him, then he's all the better for it.

On the same level, Shay looks rather short in stature, only around 5'7" or so, but that doesn't stop the idle confidence coming from the man. Not arrogance, but there's an air of ease about Shay.

Perhaps he's simply naieve. It certanly seems so.

"As was I." He comments, hands still raised. "Forgive me, but you must understand me worry. I'm not one to want to get me pockets slit."

Considering his earlier demonstration, Yokai's not quite willing to dismiss him so easily; still, he does half-turn his back, looking out towards the city again with a light shrug of his shoulders. The microbots seem to take this as encouragement to move on to him, exaggerating the body language as they also mask the true outline of his body.

He's no interest in stealing wallets, much less trying to mug someone for them.

"Forgotten."

Shay watches the Microbots, although, to him, it looks more like a living layer, moving and undulating. It's rather fascinating, but he doesn't let it take his attention too much, shifting it back to Yokai.

"Good. Glad to hear it." He takes another step back. "Now, if you'll excuse me, sir, I'll leave ye be."

OPEN LOG; The Masked Man

Early in the month

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I haven't played AC in a long while so I have no idea what color his aura'd be, for the record 8D;

As long as it's not red. :D He'd be a gold for an "important target" methinks

Only if he gets angry~

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