Whispers From The Windy City

Chicago. The Windy City. And cold as hell. Nothing unusual for the conditions The Inquisitor often found himself patrolling streets in. The lamposts were ever-radiant, providing some warmth and homely comfort to their patrons, but at this hour the chill was enough to freeze a fire, never mind water or a human. Dustbin lids would rattle from the winds heavy rasp occasionally, making The Inquisitor's tired eyes dart spontaneously at every sudden movement.

"Quiet night. No rape. No murder. No assault. Where's the fun?". These were the only thoughts passing through The Inquisitor as he turned back on himself to patrol the south side of the street, perhaps to find a bench. To rest. They say theres no rest for the wicked, and as true as that is, a chance to get off your feet, be you satan or a seraphim, was a given right.

The street seemed clear enough. No dealers playing their warped monopoly on the dark streets. This meant a deserved rest. The Inquisitor sat down carefully on the aging bench, a mahogany, near broke contraption with rusty edges. Looked like it had been used in the war effort. "Hunk of shit" Inquisitor said out loud before darting his eyes to a slight disturbance on his left...

(join?)

(me too?)

(of course )

Lusteria looked out at the city from her small window. Well, not her window exactly... Her victim's- the dead man on the bed. Anyway, Chicago, that cold and blustery city, was quiet. She seemed to be the only one there causing trouble. OF course, she was one of the best at causing trouble. the emotion of lust can do so much to a person.

"Hello, fair city. How i miss your havoc..." She murmured, tracing patterns of street lights with her eyes. "How You have changed in so short a time. Yet it seems so very long to those with shorter lifespans than mine." Lusteria's ego was, to say the least, overblown. This was most likely her greatest downfall.

Pride was in all of their heads primarily, so they were all prideful. All of those sins. But this is not about them, this is about a city and a sin and a mercenary and another being.

Said disturbance happened to a very grumpy Sakura Ryusaki sitting down on the bench next to him. Today had been the most boring day she'd ever had, no rapists to beat up, no murderers to fight, not even some little kids graffitiing something who she could tell off. And then there had been all those people who didn't give her directions, and the snarky waiter, and that racist shop assistant.

Today had been a terrible day.

She looked over to the man sitting next to her and tilted her head quizzically.

"What's with the mask?" She asked him.

The sudden heat signature of another human being alerted The Inquisitor to a point that he had rolled forwards off the bench before he had recognized the potential threat.

"whats with the mask" the woman asked.

"Better question, what's with the sudden appearance next to me?" The Inquisitor growled, pulling himself up quickly and into a stance, prepared to fight but also acting relatively casual.

"Better question, what's with the sudden appearance next to me?" He retorted.
The man leapt to his feet and Sakura jumped to her own feet and glared at the man.

"I'm bored," Sakura explained "And tired, I just wanted to sit down,"

She smiled sweetly.
"There, I've answered your question now you answer mine please,"

The Inquisitor watched the woman pull her face into a sweet little smile and took in her responses. He sensed something unnerving, however.

"The mask is designed to hide me and show i'm nothing human. I HATE the rodents of this planet with their child abuse and drugs." The Inquisitor paused for a moment.

"Who the hell are you supposed to be, out at this time in the morning?". The Inquisitor wasn't entirely welcoming.

((Imma wait til someone comes and finds me ))

(perhaps allow yourself to be found, hit on the window or something?)

"The mask is designed to hide me and show i'm nothing human. I HATE the rodents of this planet with their child abuse and drugs." He replied.
There was a pause, Sakura was about to say something when he broke it himself.
"Who the hell are you supposed to be, out at this time in the morning?" He asked, a llittle bit rudely as well.

Sakura moved her hand out to push him.

"Yeah, well I should ask you the same question!" She snapped "What are you some kind of criminal!"

The Inquisitor's eyes darted to her hand as she snapped.

"What are you some kind of criminal!"


The Inquisitor struck his hand up quickly to grab her wrist. "Back off, im no criminal. But I could easily veer that as assault, how does that sound?" The Inquisitor was a gentleman in his own way that he didn't punch her perpetually for attempting to grab him.

Sakura jerked her wrist sharply to try and break him off, while taking a step backwards.

"Back off, im no criminal. But I could easily veer that as assault, how does that sound?" The man said, Sakura giggled, it was almost scary.
"It sounds ... fun," Sakura smiled.

She raised both hands into the air and pushed the blue button on her bracelet.
"Burst Knight Dragon!"
There was a flash of pink energy and Sakura's suit materialised around her. She stretched her arms and cracked her neck before getting into a combat stance.

"Come and have a go ..."

The Inquisitor took a step back and reverted back into a stance, observing his surroundings and this new foe he had suddenly discovered.

"Burst Knight Dragon!" the woman shouted, followed by "Come and have a go" and a horrible neck crack. The sound of cracking bones, least not ones by him, disgusted him.

"Per Ardua, Ed Astra" The Inquisitor spoke clearly before gamboling forwards and throwing one of his cufflinks, double up as a throwing dart, straight at this shiny bracelet on this woman's wrist. The Inquisitor had no time for fancy contraptions.