Miller, Tony, and Sparky stood in the shadows of the alleyway.
It was a calm and quiet night, the chill of a Ryoikian Sunday in fall ran up their backs.
All 3 were dressed in casual street clothes, trying to look inconspicuous.
Miller wore an old blue Arcerian military jacket over a solid red t-shirt and black pants.
Tony wore a similarly heavy black jacket, a band t-shirt he had bought a while back, along with his own pair of black pants and even some combat boots.
Sparky wore a yellow long sleeve shirt, a dark black overshirt, jeans, and some sneakers...she was also crouching down around a corner.
The trio had been waiting for this opportunity for a while.
Greater research into Severance and Preto's yakuza clan, not to mention Cora using her magic to wiggle around inside Sparky's subconscious. Had provided the group with great information...and an opportunity.
That night, Nenin, the supposed 'Assassin alter ego' of Sparky, was supposed to be picking up an information packet from a club Preto had ties with...but, with help from Cora, they were able to stunt Nenin's activation for a few hours. Giving them enough time for Sparky herself to get the package and deliver it to Tony and Miller for safe keeping.
Sparky, who in the handful of weeks since her and Tony's scuffle in the streets, had been silently training herself and Tony. With her knowledge of Nenin's existence...some of her assassin skills slipped into Sparky instead!
There was a buzz from Millers smart watch, and he checked it.
"9PM...you're up Sparks." Miller said.
Sparky narrowed her eyes and stood up, quietly crossing the empty street and walking into the club.
It was a pretty populated night for it, oddly, many people were on the floor in front of the DJ stand...apparently some up-and-comping hotshot DJ was preforming, but Sparky didn't pay much attention.
She let her instincts guide her to a man on an upper floor to the club, who was quietly sipping on some drinks while chilling with a handful of girls.
Sparky walked up and stood in the peripherals of his vision.
"...Oh. Hey. You did come."
The man smiled at Sparky evilly.
He wore some long brown pants and a large open grey Trench coat, with no shirt underneath, his eyes were a bright green...but instead of whites around them, it was a deep black.
His hair was brown and he had a bit of a hair swoop, with the sides of his head shaved.
Along with black horns which appeared to have a deep green glow.
But...the oddest thing about him, was his skin. And its texture.
He looked like a doll, his skin being a light wood color but lined with stains and imperfections, joints visible on his neck and bits of mechanical pieces sticking out of his chest.
"...Waakhound...?" Sparky asked, slightly recognizing the man.
"Ah, So you do know me." The mans smirked widened as he stood up, holding his hand out to one to the girls on his right.
She looked similarly, made of a deeper shade of wood but still looking like a mechanical doll...her hair was a bright pink though, longer, she wore no clothes...none of the girls around him did.
Speaking of them, all of them had a deep green glow in their eyes...
The pink haired woman handed the man a small letter, and said nothing.
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Ryoiki: Demon of Greed (8)
FantasyA young boy struggles to pay off his debt to the Arcerian Yakuza, but when forces start closing in on him and his caregiver, with his caregiver offering him freedom should he help.
