>: pugnatori :<
Unsettled locks of hair catch in the wind as he drifts through the city. Midgar is still uninhabitable, and it has become infested again. Notably with monsters coming to reside, a few unruly characters have moved in, too. One gang of high-strung mafia members—’Do those kids even know what a mafia is?'—is currently unconscious in his wake, given no more care than a simply flail of a red shadow leaving them in groans.
Usurpation is the goal of many, and not only behemoths and guard hounds are the pests that infiltrate under his uncaring eye. But when Reeve comes calling…he truthfully finds it difficult to say no when asked a favor. Besides—the man had money, whenever that would be useful.
Useful, like his uncanny ability to sense someone lurking nearby, in the concrete rubble and steel spiders of the ruins. Drawing his weapon, he lets it hang toward the ground of this dystopian arena. “…I don’t take kindly to games of hide-and-seek.”
█{{✰}}██ “…” Her cue to stop staying there it seemed, coat fluttering about whenever she landed close by; in front to be exact without so much of a difference. A child as some would call her, here of all places and yet she isn’t like the other children that were moving about this place with the way she carried herself. One grew up fast in Hazama and that was one of the more harsher truths of that desolate waste she use to call her home. More importantly, what was hide and seek? She never heard of it as cerulean quizzically settled upon the man draped in red and black like a blood soaked shadow. It reminded her a little too closely of someone than she would have cared to admit there.
It’s a surprise even that she avoided being detected so easily by others, but one man found her far more easily than they would have had she started shooting instead. It wouldn’t help much, with chances of being able to drag too much trouble to her growing further and further with a choice like that being made. Reckless she may be, suicidal she is not when it comes to choosing her battles.
Hopefully he won’t open fire on her for being peaceful, there were too many times for her to recall properly involving the whole being attacked without moving reason. It’s what often made her not want to get caught up in the crossfire of something or other. “… strange.” That’s all that left her, he did seem strange.