Servants in Remnant

How to Make Friends and Influence People

A figure carefully looked around on the rooftops while keeping to the shadows, extending her senses and doing her best to ignore the crowds below.

She was being followed - that much she was aware of. Unfortunately, she wasn't aware of who was doing the following, nor even what they looked like. She didn't get the sense of danger from them though, which was odd. If anything, there was a sense of... playfulness? A sense of eagerness, which wasn't something that she had felt before while being chased. And that confused her quite a bit.

In truth, the only reason she was aware that she was being followed was due to her instincts. The person following was good, and it was only through years of experience that she was able to confirm that she was being followed.

She quickly ducked into an alley, moving swiftly through it as she sensed the presence passing over her.

Though she was tempted to try following the presence herself, to turn the tables on them, she had a feeling that that would be a mistake against this type of hunter. She was used to hiding in the shadow or the crowd, waiting for the moment to strike. Or she would draw prey in close before killing them.

Carefully sliding through a burned down warehouse, she felt the presence return. With a quiet sigh of exasperation, she slipped into one of the ruined rooms and waited in the shadows until the presence left. After waiting a few minutes to make sure the coast was clear, she quickly shapeshifted into the form of an old lady and walked out into the streets. Sticking to the edges of the crowd, being very careful not to touch anybody, she slowly walked and watched.

The presence returned, and she was able to get a quick glimpse of pink through the crowds, but it soon vanished.

Eyes narrowed, she continued to wander.

As interesting as this was, she was very confused as to why somebody would be following her. She hadn't done anything to garner attention these last few days, so what was going on?

On top of the rooftop, Neopolitan looked for her quarry, gleefully smiling at the fun game of hide and seek they were having.

It had been years since she had found somebody that could play as well as this person. Roman had stopped playing a while ago, she remembered with a pout.

True, he wasnt very good at the game, but he was so much fun to mess with she thought with a snicker.

Usually she could only play with people that Roman asked her to help with these days, but they were usually more interested in the "running" aspect of the game, and less the "hiding", which made it boring. Honestly, it sometimes upset her enough that she couldn't even enjoy the "stabbing" portion of the game. Some people were so rude...

Of course, ever since... SHE... and her stooges came, she had a lot less time to play. She couldn't even play with "Tin Toes" or "Sticky Fingers" without getting into trouble she thought with a scowl, her anger almost pushing away the enjoyment she had been having from the current game.

Work was less fun when she was being forced to do it she decided.

She pushed those thoughts away as she turned her attention back to the game. She had actually nearly missed this person when she was walking through the streets that morning. She had been walking through an alley, and she had seen this person change their face! Sure, it wasn't like what she did, but it still piqued her interest. After that, she started following them, only for them to start to actually start to play the game correctly!

Whoever they are, they are really good at hiding, she mused. Glancing carefully through the crowd, she spotted an old lady that felt off to her senses, and she gleefully jumped towards them.