#abeastofprey

“So...” 

This was extremely awkward. Not only for the two of them, but for poor Glaugan as well; the pure black lion anxiously sitting at his masters side, crimson eyes never leaving the NESTS rebel’s location.  

A few gentle strokes were given to that thick, black mane of his, before Zero’s eyes fully met with K’s, granted his eyes were still hidden behind those sunglasses, but he could tell eye contact was made. 

“Hmm...” Golden eyes squinted and observed the young man before him. There were a few things to take note of. Firstly; why was he here? Ripjaw had never seen anyone like this kid before, and would he even know anyone who really would? He didn’t look to be Black Dragon, but he definitely was from Earthrealm. 

Second; that gauntlet on his hand. Why did he only have the one? What did it do? And why did it seem like the boy was in pain?

“Your flames,” He stepped closer, leaning in to observe the leather-clad NESTS experiment, primarily directing his gaze to K’s gauntlet clasped over his right hand. 

“With su...such a restriction, your power is hindered... But-” muscles in his hands tensed, his fingers curling in anticipation of shredding the young man to submission and taking his soul. Though, from the look in his eye and how Necalli spoke, was that really his goal here?

“Wait...you want me to do what?” The hacker stares at the person who wanted his services. Fosh sits on the couch while staring at the guest with anxious eyes. The guest is sitting on another couch at the opposite side of Fosh and whereas behind him is an angry Navarro and a looking relaxed Rust who has a few bruises on his face. 

“Fosh.” And sitting next to Fosh is Hellmare whom is sipping tea and is responsible for putting a stop to the fight between this man and Rust before bringing them here.

“He’s here for your hacking.” Hellmare said, stating the obvious but won’t say what since she leaves to the ‘client’ to explain the reason.  Fosh blinks, “I get that, but who and what am I hacking into?” The hacker asked.

closed starter with @a-beast-of-prey

The music pounded in Alba's ears as he pushed his way through the crowd. Lights of every color flashed and clashed, and a laser show painted neon pictures on the throng and ceiling, before winking out and forming energetic shapes elsewhere. 

It had been some time since he'd donned this disguise, but, with his hair up and wound about, no one could see the white-silver and in the relatively low light, he didn't need his red sunglasses. The only downside was that it had sleeves, lest someone note the beginnings of his very distinctive tattoo on one shoulder.

“So I said to him, what?! What do ya mean?! You’re telling me that they have much money but they won’t paid the workers after being lay off. That’s messed up, man.” Said a blond in a grey as he was conversing with a short boy in a red hoodie, he had black spiky hair.

“Huh? What do you fucking know.”

“Navarro. You should team up with me when I go wreck some shit at the factories. C’mon! It might be fun.”

“Fuck no. My bombs are not for fucking around, Rust. I only use them when shit goes down.” Navarro retorted with a frown.

“That’s why we got Fosh, I mean he helps us in taking down the cameras and find us some escape routes. Not to mention, hack and steal all that money under their noses.” Rust grinned. He likes working with Fosh whenever he asked him favor in hacking things. Listen to him and you don’t screw up, easy enough.

“Tch.” Navarro shoves his hands into his pocket.  To Navarro, Fosh is a workaholic and he respects him since he also has to put up with the leader, In-”Huh?” He narrows his green eyes. “Hey Rust, look over there.” He nudged his friend to a direction, an unfamiliar face. “You see him before?”