Board Thread:Tokyo Arc's/@comment-27973212-20160711014945/@comment-24589242-20160714020756

Smoke obscurred the mans masked face so most would instead examine his suit. The crisp black cloth giving him a seemingly refined appearance. The all black attire was offset by a slate gray vest and white shirt with contrasting red bow-tie. His feet were covered in a pair of biker boots instead of loafers. The clothing fit his toned body nicely and his heavily adorned fingers lead to black nails. Between these fingers was a lit cigarette that he occasionally pulled up to his silver demonic beast half mask. it was made so that he could slip a cigarette in and get a drag if he wanted. his golden eyes and wild black hair completely contrasted the refined suit. This was the one that called himself Oni.

/Man... why'd I get invited to a place like this? They're lucky I even still had this suit from my last job.../ His eyes were half closed as he stood slightly away from the crowd of Ghouls. It was obvious he didn't like large groups but well he'd make due. With an inward sigh he moved to grab a drink with the hand that held the light cigarette grasping the stick of tobacco with his index and middle finger as he held the glass with his hand tilting the bubbly beverage as he sipped it. /Of course it's champagne... Man... I can't help but feel like I'm the odd man out here. Ah well there's always a use for an animal./ He felt his body tense slightly though he couldn't help but shake his questioning nature.

Time moved quickly, Akuma sprinted through the streets, dashing past backdoors and through alleyways, chasing. One particularly wiley human he was chasing for food, hunting rather, kept evading him. So Akuma thought, a track star or former track star, nothing fancy but someone who could really, really pump his legs and move. They rounded a corner, meandering deep within the middle of a large city block, leaping over trashcans and skittering around heaps of garbage, papers plastered to the ground whooshed up in excitement getting kicked up from their quickening pace. Light, dim and few and far between punctuated the darkness, accented the severity of the situation. The pair sprinted though these pockets of light until a dead end with a fence topped with barbed wire, the human stopped against it, panic setting in his face. The kid shook; he couldn’t have been more than Akuma’s age though he looked now much younger with his features contorted in a mixture of panic, fear and shock. Akuma stopped, chuckled darkly as he licked his lips staring at his food with a mixture of both hunger and what could only be described as excitement at catching that which was eluding him. With his head cocked, he stepped towards the human cowering against the fence. Then he sprinted forward and twisted his body into a side kick that sent the person into the wall to the left, cracking some of their bones. A sad scream of pain tore from the human’s mouth and Akuma stepped forward again, snapping the broken and pathetic human’s neck before shoving him up onto his shoulders like a sack full of potatoes. Two men wearing white masks suddenly showed up, handing him what looked like a fancy envelope, of course he took it and well, it just so happened to be the invite to a party... Great a party full of probably tight ass posh people. Ah well he wasn't one to turn down a possible good time.

The tense feeling didn’t go away after a few seconds of trying to relax, it was as if he was about ready to spring at any time. It was a shit feeling but he attempted to at least finish the campaign in his glass, or most of it. The bubbles tickled his tongue and the taste was mild if not outright scuzzy for him. At the moment, he had no real motivation to talk to anyone, he was almost certain that if he even coughed on someone they’d notice he wasn’t cut out for this shit and toss him out. He flicked the ashes off of his cigarette, watching the other ghouls as they socialized, arrived and well, worked the floor in a way he would never be comfortable with. Being dressed up, fancy and holding himself to this high caliber? He’d rather be in jeans and a t-shirt type and music that had as much screaming as music. Places like this? It was about as least him as wearing pink and rainbows was. He sighed and shook his head lightly.