Robert Callaghan // ʏ๏кคเ (
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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!))
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!))
Early in the month
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.
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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...
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And he makes sure to do it within sight of Yokai.
I haven't played AC in a long while so I have no idea what color his aura'd be, for the record 8D;
-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?
As long as it's not red. :D He'd be a gold for an "important target" methinks
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."
Only if he gets angry~
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.
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"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.
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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.
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"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."
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"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.
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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."
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He's no interest in stealing wallets, much less trying to mug someone for them.
"Forgotten."
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"Good. Glad to hear it." He takes another step back. "Now, if you'll excuse me, sir, I'll leave ye be."