The flower-filled gardens reflected the lights of the spotlights that passed through every corner of the courtyard. The very large courtyard was decorated everywhere, from simple banners to luxurious stalls offering food, sometimes for a fee, sometimes free.
The neon lights glowing in the night and embedded in the ground for the occasion provided a real Cyberpunk vibe. They were powered by an ingenious sound system that pulsed to the beat of the music. The music was surprisingly jazzy, making it sound more like a private party than a chaotic one.
The villa, despite all the preparations for the party, didn't seem adequate enough for the guests. There were all kinds of guests, from simple party-goers and people who looked like celebrities because of the number of fans around them, to businessmen and women, who concluded their discussions discreetly and away from prying eyes.
At the entrance, Kataklysm noticed all this, but it struck him more than he expected. He was stunned, practically speechless in the face of so much effort... For a simple party. No, not just a party, it was also Halloween. He was reminded of this when a young girl wearing a halo ran past him, being chased by a teenager in a demon costume.
On his left, he felt Oralie tugging at his sleeve. She waddled slightly, as if she wanted to get away.
-Well, I'll... I'll be around. Sorry, I just don't want to be judged for being with you.
-I understand. Have fun, though!
-Yeah, you too.
She slipped into a group and disappeared into the crowd. Kataklysm stood there, blocking the newcomers' path ever so slightly. No one noticed him. He could see Electra's big mansion, shining like a starry sky thanks to the lights coming out of it. His objective was right there...
But he'd better remember Oralie's advice: it's better to soak up the atmosphere before doing something stupid. So he ventured deeper into the large courtyard, listening to the various discussions.
-Say, this place is a mess, they've got no alcohol ! declared a bearded man.
-It's normal, there are young people here, replied his partner. Parties aren't what they used to be, but that's the way it is...
This conversation came from two adults having a drink at a stand near the human. He didn't linger, passing a few men in discreet black outfits.
-So if I understand correctly, the whole area between border number 37 and 39 with the Kingdom of Twain, we'll have a monopoly, right?
-Of course, as long as you don't make too much noise. The creatures in this area are a real nuisance...
-Understood and noted. Pleasure doing business, replied the former, shaking hands with the woman in front of him.
Interesting, Kataklysm thought. Some people take advantage of a party like this to strike common ground. It's always less risky than doing it on the sidelines, where a knife in the back is always at hand. He took a few more steps, and in the corner of the garden, he noticed some extremely unorthodox characters : a man whose face was camouflaged by a robotic mask, reflecting emotions like a human's viewfinder, but covering the whole face instead of just the eyes. Beside him, a tired-looking woman lighting a fag struggled to start the flames. In the light of the cigarette, Kataklysm noticed that a faceplate had replaced her nose, as well as the underside of her right eye. Her dark clothing, similar to that of the first member, concealed her almost entirely from view.
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