#gekiimetsu

There becomes a moment when one finds the finely tuned difference between a Man and a Mer, or more simply said: the difference between mortals and those who are not. Its a hard task by the men, but those who teeter on the edge of both worlds find is simpler.

An Angel is such a being, with the only betrayal of not being mortal is one's wings. Besides such an obvious fact, these mer have senses enhanced ever so slightly, enabling them to hear the air currents or sight the enemy quicker. Those enhanced senses are key to many things, especially when noticing one person in the crowd is not like the rest.

There was a metallic ring in the sea of heartbeats, one that had caught the dark Angel's attention as he winded his way through the streets. He knew not what town he was in due to him just passing through, but that sound was like a chime. Faint, yet sweet. Curiosity was said to be a 'devil's toy', but as the ravenet pulled the cloak that concealed his wings tighter around him, he couldn't help but wonder.

It made him think of Hephaestus, always tinkering and making strange objects. Had one gotten loose from the God's workshop and fallen down here? If so, what could the potential dangers be? So that is when Dark Pit decided he would take initiative and find it, wherever it may be. He knew close, being able to hear it and all, but it was all a matter of pinpointing the source..