Post by Razvan on Jan 7, 2015 16:25:55 GMT -8
Razvan stood perched atop a building in the bustling streets of Tokyo early one night. It was a place northwest of where Hana and her fashionable friends lived and a place full of people to hurt but the man's evening vigil had yet to provide a definite target. He didn't just shoot anyone full of arrows. They had to be significant enough for his efforts to actually weigh down the metaphorical scale and help regain balance. That's when he saw one emerge from one of the taller buildings. The CEO of one of the majors Japanese car manufacturers. This one could sure use an incarnum arrow to the neck. taking out the brains of an operation inevitably made it suffer. His line of sight though, was obscured. So, he spread his wings and took off towards a street light across the road which would give hi ma nice high angle to pick the man off was he started down the sidewalk. He would have to be quick before he got in his car.
Now.. Razvan was smart, he was calculating too..but even he had a moment where he forgot about the modern things he shunned, like Mack Trucks. He remembered such things existed when he flew directly into the path of one that had come barreling past. WHAM it hit him like he was a god-damned pigeon and he didn't even know what hit him . A corner store, a large pink sparkly store with a white cat as its mascot was right in his path. He crashed clear through the large display window up front, finally coming to a stop in a pile of said mascot's plush dolls. All around the shredded mashed up angel puree children screamed and pointed, parents covering their children's eyes and fleeing as the sad sack of a creature's raised arm twitched.
Now.. Razvan was smart, he was calculating too..but even he had a moment where he forgot about the modern things he shunned, like Mack Trucks. He remembered such things existed when he flew directly into the path of one that had come barreling past. WHAM it hit him like he was a god-damned pigeon and he didn't even know what hit him . A corner store, a large pink sparkly store with a white cat as its mascot was right in his path. He crashed clear through the large display window up front, finally coming to a stop in a pile of said mascot's plush dolls. All around the shredded mashed up angel puree children screamed and pointed, parents covering their children's eyes and fleeing as the sad sack of a creature's raised arm twitched.