He lept from rooftop, to rooftop. His black cloak flowing behind him, and the black hood on his head some how staying on his head.
He was racing to the meeting, not wanting to be late. Seeing as he was almost always late, he wanted to be early this time.
As he ran, he was sure to check his surroundings and make sure no one was following him. Glancing down at the streets alive with people from all walks of life, despite the late hour
Satisfied he jumped down to the bottom of the alley, using different things attached to the walls to ease his way down. He landed on the surface with a light *thunk*. His surroundings seemed to be bathed in black, as none of the street lamps' light seemed to reach past the entrance to the street beyond.
The buildings on either side seemed to tower over the concrete path between them, everything around him seemed to be covered in a layer of grime and dust. He looked around, as if searching for something in the eerily quiet alleyway. He spotted a person standing discreetly outside a large iron door, he looked around and began stealthily making his way to the door.
He ghosted around large piles of trash, and other useless items. He came up to the door, and paused for a quick second. The large man at the front of the door nodded respectfully at him before opening the door. The other one nodded back at him and quickly slipped though the door.
In side was a warmly lit pub, full of laughter and happiness. Burly men and businessmen alike drank in good humor, making a night to remember; or one to forget.
The dark ghost smiled faintly under his hood, before slipping around the crowds and into an out of the way door in the back.
As he entered the 4 other figures looked up from their conversations and at the new arrival. All of them wore black cloaks like him except all of them had their hoods down exposing their heads.
The first one was a fuzzy, suit wearing, Bacca. The one right next to him was a Brown haired brown eyed Canadian. The one next to the Canadian was a sort of half fish half human hybrid, with orange fins and blue skin. The one right next to him was another brown haired male except he had dark red eyes.... err well eye seeing as the other was complacently covered by a low sweep of his dark brown hair, you could see a set of black and green head phones covering his ears.
The new arrival closed the door behind him and sat down. He pulled off the hood of his cape as he put his feet on the table in front of him he was a smiling brown haired male that always wore a purple amulet and sunglasses. The other 4 males gasped and smiled back at the newest arrival.
"Hey guys." He said
"Sky!" Exclaimed the red eyed one, as if his appearance was surprising.
Sky, presumably, smiled widely and leaned back. "The one and only."
The next one to speak was the Canadian "But your always late! How are you early this time?"
Sky wiggled his fingers at him, "Magic."
All of them laughed at Sky's antics, Sky just rolled his eyes under his heavily tinted sunglasses and chuckled along with them.
A few minutes later another person came through the door. He, like the rest of them, wore a black cloak. And he, like Sky, consistently wore dark sunglasses. He had a goatee and black hair.
"Am I late?" He asked, pulling off his hood and sitting in the seat next to Sky.
"No," Said the red eyed one, "But Seto and Jason are about to be."
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Somewhere just beyond
FanfictionThe title comes from a song I was listening to while coming up with this story. I'll add more of a description later, as well as more tags. Sky, and his close friends band together to reform Skyarmy in Minecraftia's time of need. "When danger lurks...