Moral Ambiguity (Tysco)

It was late into the evening, many of the inhabitants of the bustling city retiring for the night while others were hard at work getting to their night jobs. Around the eve of midnight, clouded in the shadows of the dark, an odd sound followed by the soft ‘Tap’ ‘Tap’ of shoes on concrete could be heard approaching the illuminated mouth of an alley. As the figure came into the harsh illumination of street lights, the half mask upon their face would be the most striking and visible feature upon their person. Wearing a robe that was a mix of red, black and gold with their dark brown hair saying gently in the wind, the one known as Eikyo would get a first look at the city she’d heard so much about recently.

Hm… Earth, was it? She brought her arms behind her before turning to look down the sideway and beginning a leisurely walk. Along the way, passing by some of the mortals that were going about their business, Eikyo would note the various looks she received and paid them just as little mind. It was only when a rather rambunctious group of children running along the sidewalk seemed to nearly bowl her over did she finally stop and stare at them as they passed by.

Her lip twitched with disgust before she made a sound of annoyance, “Impetuous little creatures,” She muttered before returning to her walk. In the distance, she could see something of an amusement park in the distance and decided to go in the direction - curious for something interesting to happen.

As if her wish were granted by some unknown force, something interesting did happen in the form of a group of teenagers in another ally she passed by causing a ruckus. Narrowing her eyes, the mask emoting her expression, Eikyo proceeded to investigate. “Who goes?” She declared, her voice brusque in it’s demand. As the teengers stopped, it became clear quickly at the huddled body on the ground surrounded by books that it was merely a mortal caught in a rather unfortunate situation.

“Who are you? Some costume party witch?” Came the voice of the closest mortal wearing what she could only surmise were colorful clothes symbolizing something. “Get back to your party! Ain’t your business unless you want it to be.”

Well, wasn’t this an odd series of events...