pushtheboundaries: (i'm already spent)
Robert Callaghan // ʏ๏кคเ ([personal profile] pushtheboundaries) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2015-04-01 11:08 am

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!))
irishthor: (hardcore parkour)

Early in the month

[personal profile] irishthor 2015-04-02 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
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.
irishthor: (take aim)

[personal profile] irishthor 2015-04-07 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
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.
irishthor: (spooked)

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

[personal profile] irishthor 2015-04-11 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
irishthor: (bestside)

[personal profile] irishthor 2015-04-12 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
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.
irishthor: (wellthat'snew)

[personal profile] irishthor 2015-04-12 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
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."
irishthor: (uneducated)

[personal profile] irishthor 2015-04-12 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
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."
irishthor: (natter)

[personal profile] irishthor 2015-04-29 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
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."