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I am a slave to this passion.
Jhin wandered through the city, this particular part of it very high into the sky. People were traveling and wandering around, their faces usually covered with some sort of mask due to the toxins left in the air. Currently he was on the hunt, following someone that had moved to District IV from District II some time ago. This man was one of a larger build then Jhin, so the killer made a mental note to keep his distance. He needed to find a location that was safe to end him, this person someone Jhin hadn't been fond of for a rather long time.
It was another musician in fact, one who created at night, and performed during the day. He was taller, a bit more built, and also a bit of a risk taker since he absolutely loved deep city parkour. He was a champion in District II, one of the fastest parkour artists ever to touch the race. So it was safe to say that this man was not only respected, but rather well-known amongst his peers. What he was doing there in District IV however, no one really knew. Several waved towards him or gave a nod, sometimes slapping hands with him as they prowled the upper-middle of the city's heights.
This hunger is my obsession.
The great Khada Jhin went unnoticed as he wandered through other people, staying a safe distance behind that man. He had on a different mask then usual when he was hunting, this one belonging to his strange interstellar personality. He had a dark purple cloak over himself, golden shavings crafted to one of the shoulders that held a strange purple orb of energy inside it. The other shoulder just had a pad on it, nothing as fancy his right one was. He also had on a dressy black belt that wrapped around his waist, protecting his abdomen. And below that was his pants that was merely covered in golden armor of sorts. In fact his right arm had matching limb armor too that ended in a clawed hand. Oddly enough his left arm was left completely without armor at all. He didn't like symmetry, so to Jhin this was the most appealing appearance.
"Psst, Cosmic? What'cha doin'?" Angel appeared from one of the upper alleyways between two of the buildings. It was basically just a long bridge that connected with varying other bridges all over town, linking buildings together. This was considered the upper city, because there were literally "streets" for people to use in the air between the buildings, merely metal walkways with fencing to hopefully keep people from falling to their deaths over the edges.
The Cosmic Jhin looked through his singular eyehole at Angel, the strange creature that always seemed to end up in his path. She was in her smaller form, so she must have flown over and retracted her wings since she looked rather human right then. She was also in a cloak, one of which was black and hid that white hair and pale flesh she had. She hadn't anything on beneath her cloak either, other then a white gown and bandages, which wrapped around her hands and arms, then her legs and feet. Ends of them were blowing in the wind as she stood there looking up towards the strange entity.
"Go frolic amongst your starlight you sad empty little thing. A real artist is at work." Comic replied, his right clawed hand gesturing towards her to leave.
