Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160605231716/@comment-5999656-20160619022328

The vandal was absorbed in his work, and for a few minutes the only sound was the psssshhhhh of the aerosol spray. The modern scribe would glance at his paper, paint another few lines, repeat.

Fen dropped down besides Kurai, landing lightly. But perhaps it was this movement which alerted the artist to their presence.

The figure turned to look at Fen and Kurai, and from what they could see it was a young man wearing a dust mask and generic hoodie. His eyes widened in recognition of his lack of subtlety, and he stuffed the piece of paper back into his pocket and took off running down the alley. It wasn't that he knew who either of the two onlookers were, or who they represented. But being caught in the middle of vandalizing private property spelled bad news for him.

"Well crap," Fen huffed under her breath. Seems they had no choice now but to pursue. So she took off after the man, white jacket billowing.