#arcanesage

The night Life in Edge could be pretty exciting. For some, it was a playground. Lots of trouble to get into. For others, it could be a horrible place. But that's how it always was, really. The status quo determined one's standing in a city like this. Those who were wealthy lived in the upscale part of town, while the middle class and Lower class only wished they could. But there was one place where people from all walks of life could be found...

-Vvvvrrrrmmm!!!-  The sounds of engines revving in the night, people partying the night away. Cars gleaming in the night, neon colors glowing bright, cars filling up the abandoned parking lot. Scantily clad women were common, the innocent curious girls even more common as they ooh'd and ahh'd at all the gleaming chrome, the hoods up revealing parts whose names they probably couldn't pronounce. Truly, any sort of person from any sort of lifestyle could be found in a place like this. Rich, poor, famous, unknown... They all loved to see one thing. And that one thing, is what one Darius Cage lived for. The Adrenaline surging in his veins as he screamed down the road, drifting at incredibly dangerous speeds around sharp corners... Defying death... He was absolutely crazy about it. Tonight was no exception.

"...Heh." Leaning against the hood of his Sleek Black Nissan GT-R, Darius waited calmly. People gathered about, gazing at the cars. In some areas, couples making out could be seen, partying the night away. Hell, sometimes a car rocking back and forth conspicuously with tinted windows too dark to see could even be found in a place such as this. Booze was frequent, but not for the Drivers... Drunk Street Racing meant certain death. ...Darius cared about none of that. He only cared about the thrill.... His Car had seen him through many races, he trusted his own skill. Let them have their fun, and he'd have his.

Suddenly a black man stood up on the roof of some tricked out pick up truck with more gadgets and toys than needed. But Darius was hardly one to talk. He had more than a few 'Secrets' and 'Gadgets' of his own in his car. The man spoke up, and Darius tilted his head a bit as he observed the man.

"Ladies and gentleman! We have a surprise in store for all of you tonight. Tonight's race is going to be a little... Different." The crowd quieted down, all of them curious. "...You see, tonight each racer will have one of you from the crowd ride along with them. Volunteer's only please. If you Volunteer, you know what you're getting into. It's your own choice. Now, do I have any takers?!" 

Well now. 

【﹃ ♰ ﹄】Legs burned as feet moved, placed one in front of the other while the eyes of the brunette remained vigilant, flicking around to scan the areas around her. Two days, forty-eight hours of being conscious and alert, without even a second of sleep. Wy? Well because she was being hunted. Just like a lion stalked it's prey, the people who were after her, HIDRA, followed her without fail. A slip here, a double back there yet the three agents set upon her remained on her tail. Don't they ever give up? That was they one thing that members of HIDRA were notorious for, not letting up. Anja had to give them credit, after all it wasn't an easy task to try and follow her.

Two years was more than enough time to perfect running, especially since HIDRA was so ruthless in their efforts to capture her. Once they managed to chase her halfway across the country before she managed to slip away in the middle of the night, but she couldn't quite recall the last time she was on the run for an extended period of time without even a few minutes of sleep. Even back when she was chased across a country, the brunette was able to catch at least an hour or two of rest here or there.

Continuing on down the street, she began to try and find a place out of the open, somewhere that could allow her to regroup and plan her next move, even if it was only for a few minutes. That would give me more than enough time. Yes, just enough time to figure out a possible exit strategy and head to the nearest OU safe-house where she could hopefully rest before heading back to the community. Surely it wouldn't be too terribly difficult to find a place that could suit such needs, yet somehow everywhere the popped into view seemed like it would offer her no advantage, mostly because majority of the buildings, at least from what she saw, had no more than two exits: a front and back door. The agents could easily block both of those and then she would be trapped with no hopes of escaping.

Out from the corner of her eyes, a building, a little out of the way, presented itself. It was an auto repair shop, one that had more than two exits, when including the garage area. Not to mention it didn't appear as if there were many people, if any, waiting to get attended to. This could work. Of course it would be helpful if there were some people in the store, just to distract the agents, but if things somehow got out of hand, which was always a possibility when HIDRA was involved, innocent people wouldn't be caught in the crossfire.

"Inbox me ‘Honey’ and I’ll answer."

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ooc:| Oh god...you guys, I'm sorry this is so long. I didn't mean to make it 11 minutes in length. I sometimes ramble... *> _____ <*; But...enjoy?

'It's a chilly night.' Thought Darius standing on a rooftop under the light of the moon. A nip was in the air, causing his breath to fog from his lips as he exhaled. He absently brushed a lock of hair away from his eyes, eyeing the enormous castle that loomed over the town. There was a subtle majesty to it, despite it's size that gave off a Holy feel. He wore a simple dark jacket with a high collar and hood over a white cotton shirt. His pants were simple well worn black denim traveling pants over a pair of custom made pseudo-boots built more for running and comfort than anything. Around his neck hung a Pendant of a Lion roaring in defiance. It caught a bit of moonlight and gleamed for a moment. He absently tucked it beneath his shirt, glancing down from the castle to eye the patrol routes of the guards around the city. He lamented with amusement how little people ever seemed to look up. '...That'll come back to bite you guys in the ass one day.' He thought, before taking off like a shot. His form a distorted black blur in the shadows of the night. '...Not that you could see me even if you did.' He added mentally as he made his way towards the castle, flipping on his hood. '...Alexandria, huh?'

-Castle Courtyard-

It was easy to by-pass the guards. Though the woman guarding the door seemed much more competent than that goon running around spouting 'FURY' at the top of lungs. She was alert, and held a rigid posture. ...It proved to be her undoing. A Simple toss of a rock from his hiding place in the shadows made a noise as it pinged off the wall to her right. As she turned to look, he'd already shot right by her, only a slight breeze from the burst of speed his only indicator. She was none-the-wiser. Once inside, he found the inside to be just as majestic as the outside, though he'd entered from the tower on the left finding the main entrance to fortified and he hadn't come to fight after all. ...His pursuits were of a more... Subtle sort. With his arcane sense, it was easy to dodge the patrols of the guards in the halls, though at one point he'd had to leap up to the ceiling to avoid a guard by hanging onto a rafter beam. After that it was a simple matter to locate his target.

-Royal Library Wing-

The rains slowly begin to return, now a cold sleet amongst the Mist Continent. Burmecia lay up ahead, Freya's lapel pulled over the length of the furred snout, the wool within a warm touch to a cold nose. 

Ahead, undoubtedly,stands a figure, clad in dark folds of clothes, too thin to ward the cold. Vieno squawks in acknowledgement, attention toward the figure as well. In compassion, the dragon knight pulls the carrion bird's reign toward the lone man, much too tall to be a woman. 

"Sir! Are you in need of shelter!"