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Post by Kenji Setou on Aug 2, 2012 18:01:58 GMT -5
Okay....so it's my first time out alone since I came here....This is....frustrating. At the very least, I'm not anywhere with a lot of crowds. Damn that Dracula....Why'd he have to go and decide that he wanted to be alone today? We just got some really good info on the network for gods sake. Whatever...no use crying over spilled milk.
After a bit of flying, I finally spot my target. A blond haired girl, about my age. Namine of the Network by the looks of it. Recently, I seem to have gotten a few anonymous tips about the Network. From one of those tips, there was something about a girl named 'Namine' and how she was tied to the leader of the Network...Maybe she seduced him and is pulling the strings? Always a possibility. In any event, I actually received a picture of what she looks like from another anon and I guess this is the only real lead I have....This sucks. Remember, Kenji....you aren't a rapist or anything. This is all for the benefit of mankind...Stupid Dracula and his sick days....
He lands in an empty alleyway and looks at the oncoming blond girl. "Seems like she's the girl in the picture alright...Namine huh?Okay then. Commence the operation. All I gotta do is observe her for anything....suspicious. Learning about the enemy is the first step. Just follow her, and don't make a sound."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Aug 2, 2012 19:00:18 GMT -5
Paint cans make my arms heavy as I turn a corner to be about two blocks from a mural I'm working on. A bag hangs from my shoulders and is weighing me down with some brushes, water cans, and palettes. Sighing to myself I shift the stuff around, my shoes flopping around seeing how their flip flops. A wind blows and I sigh, stopping and setting my stuff down for a minute.
A noise reaches my ears and I turn my head a bit. Since I know Angel isn't following me anymore I've got to keep on my toes, Neku can't always be with me after all... He's got more important things to deal with. Sighing I shake my head, "Paranoia isn't a pretty thing... Keep moving, focus." I move to gather my stuff once more.
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Post by Kenji Setou on Aug 2, 2012 19:10:32 GMT -5
"What the hell is she doing? Paintcans? Great. I'm looking for feminist paintcans....this is bull. Maybe I have the wrong person? Well, I have only just started following...I might fight something out if I keep this up."
Then...like I expected....something hits the fan.....stupid feminist universe. A freaking can....in an alleyway....god I hate the world. I just had to go kick the damn can didn't I? Now she knows where I am. Better relocate. I back up and sprout my wings. I fly around the side of the building so she doesn't notice me moving. With my luck, she might already know I'm here. To my dismay, something would always happen when I moved. Grazing a dumpster, stepping on a stick, unintentionally loud landing....Sonofa- relax, relax......this time I manage not to screw up....somehow....I'm back where I started and have successfully either let her know I'm here or scared the hell out of her.....damn I suck at this...Next time I'm dragging Dracula with me.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Aug 2, 2012 19:15:51 GMT -5
The sound of a stick snapping makes me freeze, I don't turn around already afraid for the worst, "Hello? Is someone here?" I wait a moment before pushing my stuff off to the side and sliding my back pack off my shoulders, placing it next to the paints. "Why don't you come out?" Shifting around a bit I wait again, my mind entertaining the idea of me being jumped by a gang. Although some part of me really wants something like that to happen...
"Seriously... I'm not gonna scream or nothing... Did you read my ad or something?" Pausing I frown to myself. "... Or am I just going crazy?"
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Post by Kenji Setou on Aug 2, 2012 19:30:46 GMT -5
"Does she think I'm a freaking child? What the hell.....wait.....did she just say something about an ad....Job hunting? Modeling? What the hell is this she, The poster girl for the network?"
Well....How to go about this....meh...she seems harmless enough. I'll just keep my guard up to defend against her feminist ways....Sooo.....where the hell do I even start...Well....first off, no way in hell I'm coming out yet...Oh, I know! I'll project my voice like Dracula taught me. That ways she won't know where I am!
"Yes......You are indeed going crazy....that is all......"
What the hell was that? God....I need people skills.......
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Aug 2, 2012 19:34:14 GMT -5
I jump and eep!
That's the first time I've been answered back. Biting my lip I decide its safe to respond, "So... I am not alone, huh?" Nervously I glance around. "... odd..."
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Post by Kenji Setou on Aug 2, 2012 19:36:24 GMT -5
"Do you not listen? What part of you are losing your mind don't you understand? I am uh.....your conscience!" What the hell..... "My name is....Phil....." I hate my life......
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Aug 2, 2012 19:39:42 GMT -5
"Phil?" I raise a brow before smiling. "Alright... If you're my conscious, Phil, its nice to meet you... but why am I going crazy now of all times... I'm living a perfectly normal other life after all, no crazy kitties around to fudge that up this time around... So do you know why?" Why not play along with the game some? May prove useful, may prove I am crazy, either way this will turn out just fine.
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Post by Kenji Setou on Aug 2, 2012 19:44:41 GMT -5
Lets roll with what I know.....
"Perfectly normal.....You WORK for the Network! Such a thing is far from normal. Besides...you are by yourself with paint cans and hearing voices...I think we can mark you as crazy namine. As for why now....Why not now? Does it really matter when you lose it, if you already have lost it?"
Was....that good? ...I hope this works......
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Aug 2, 2012 19:49:50 GMT -5
"Hmmm... But the Network has been the best thing that's happened to me," I frown deeply before turning in the direction I think the voice is in. "I guess that does make sense, the second part... And maybe the first part, it sure drives Neku up a wall... what was it he called them? Baying cats or something?"
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Post by Kenji Setou on Aug 2, 2012 19:55:44 GMT -5
"I think so....I don't have the greatest attention span. I suck as a conscience. Besides, I have a life too."
What am I even doing? I'm failing harder than normal and that's rare...This is why I hate people....and...call me crazy but is she actually buying this? Wow.....Guess that stereotype about blond is at least half-true...
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Aug 2, 2012 19:59:38 GMT -5
"Well... at least I'm not seeing things yet, there is recover from that! trust me," I then sigh and move to grab my items. "Well... if that's all you have to say I may as well be on my way... Thank though, Phil..."
I then freeze and cock my head to the side, something... feels off... "Hey... do you feel scarred too?"
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Post by Kenji Setou on Aug 2, 2012 20:05:15 GMT -5
"Yeah...of course I do. The world is a scary place....both the people and the places, I hate them both. So yes, I am scarred, and it horrify's me."
Okay....I quit...I feel stupid. Screw it. Just keep my guard up. I walk out from behind the alleyway, wings showing and put my back against the wall.
"I never said I was a very nice conscience now did I?"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Aug 2, 2012 20:11:54 GMT -5
Blinking I take him in and then frown, "No... You did not... But I understand... People are hard to trust, their loyalties aren't always tied to yourself and you don't know what they could be up to."
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Post by Kenji Setou on Aug 2, 2012 20:14:15 GMT -5
"No....just...people in general. Loyalties or not, they can be swayed. Women are especially difficult....."
Damn flashbacks......I hate women....scratch that....I hate Demon Women even more so.
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