"♫Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars~?♫"
Gray externally was very stoic, and his face was permanently hidden behind a set of goggles and a mask anyway. Internally? He was picturing bashing the radio blaring the annoying song until the scrap metal was wrecked enough to be worthless as anything other than chips of garbage. This all translated into a single shift in stance outwardly, the assassin tapping the edge of his coat with annoyance. The normal soothing dark cover of night was broken up by obnoxiously bright and colorful lights hanging from everywhere and everything. Perhaps if he wasn't being controlled like a robot with a chip the thought of riding some of the rides would be entertained. ...That was a lie, he really wanted to get on the rollercoaster.
Yet this was no leisure venture (not that Gray was liable to ever have one). A target was hidden somewhere among the masses. Gray had only a face to go off of. Apparently, that should be enough to locate them. At night, in a crowd. Well it wasn't like Gray had much of a choice in the matter. He was here to kill someone. And that someone would be killed.
Post by Sioux and Haya Sidhe on Sept 29, 2021 20:39:45 GMT -5
Sioux's PL: 7,000
Haya's PL: 7,000 (Ki Suppression reduces it down to 5)
Through the vast amounts of people running through the night, it was difficult to keep track of those even within their group. Nonetheless, the atmosphere was still infectious as people ran around, hoping to catch the lines of thrilling rides before they became too long or enjoying a roasted turkey leg as they walked around the amusement park. Such was the case with Sioux and Haya, the two making their way through the crowds as they scoured for a place to sit down and enjoy their freshly fried funnel cakes.
"Pa, I told you I'm twenty-four. You don't need to do this any more." The young man said as he began to attack the stack of fried and sugary goodness in front of him. There was a slight blush on his face despite his efforts to conceal it. Compared to the others he stuck out like a sore thumb, especially when he was a foot taller than most of the patrons here at the carnival, earning a few glances and even a few children asking about his height, although he still responded to each of them with good nature.
The feminine figure in front of him merely giggled gently, beginning to slice into their own serving of the cake. "Oh Haya, this was your favorite place growing up. Remember how I took you here after you got all As for a semester? You looked so happy. I just wanted to relive the memories." Haya didn't respond to their words, instead digging into his food even faster to the point that his face was covered with whipped cream and the syrup from the sweetened strawberries. "You're causing a mess. Wipe your face after you take a bite at the very least." They scolded him, taking a nearby napkin and leaning over to remove the cream and syrup themselves.
"Pa!" He said in a squeaky voice, snatching the napkin. "I can do it myself. Stop treating me like I'm 8 again!" Haya exclaimed, before finishing off what Sioux started. His reaction merely earned another giggle from their father as he continued on. Despite his embarrassment, the two were still enjoying themselves, unaware of what was going to happen soon.
“Hey, uh… lady, you gonna buy somethin’ or just stand there scarin’ away my customers?” A rough-shod male that appeared to have eaten three too many of his own funnel cakes. Beside the stall, arms crossed and observing the festivities with a bored expression on her face, Eikyo would merely crane her head to look at the rotund vender of confections before responding with simply.
“My apologies, I’m afraid I don’t understand your accent,” She grinned, enjoying the way the man’s face reddened almost immediately from her remark, “No matter; I’ll be along soon.” Returning her gaze to the subject of scrutiny, Eikyo would nonchalantly pull a bill without looking at it from within her vest and drop it on the counter without care to it’s value. To the Shin-Jin, it contained no value - so easily replicated as it was.
To the vendor, however, his eyes would nearly widen to saucers before he snatched the bill and left the deity alone as she wished. Ignoring his easily moved reaction, Eikyo would narrow her eyes on her quarry: An interesting familial unit that was made up of a rather strong light-colored individual that Eikyo was fairly certain wasn’t of this world and their rather tall offspring. What had attracted Eikyo’s attention, however, was the stark contrast between the two that made it quite clear that they were not related.
Further still, another power nearby was sitting, watching, waiting - having done so for about as long as she did. Did they notice her linger as well? Were they, perhaps, watching her as she watched the two she had in her sights? She kept her sense trained on their presence, unthreatened for now and unwilling to draw attention to them just yet.
Beside her, the vendor slid a plate of the sugary confection silently - prompting her to glance down at it in disapproval before she glanced back at the two. On second thought… She reconsidered, taking the plate in hand the next moment.
In a matter of minutes, Eikyo was approaching the two with a Funnel Cake and a poor attention at enthusiasm, “Welcome to Sparking World where your dreams spark to life,” She dreadfully replayed from memory of a fat dragon-looking mascot that passed by her multiple times. “Free sample?” She offered with a forced smile on her face. If they decided to take a piece of the funnel cake, Eikyo would simply set it near them - cake forgotten quickly before getting right to the point, “Quite a dynamic you two are, if I may say so transparently.”