Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160501033839/@comment-25924729-20160501154139

(I just noticed on Nigrum's page. Oh my god it's JOSEPH JOESTAR!!!)

Lyko walked at a brisk pace, slow enough that the gang could trail him easily, and fast enough that they would'nt catch him until they reached his trap. The crunch of heavy boots rang clearly in the night, enabling him to track them easily by sound.

The night was quiet, and cold. Yellow streetlights did little to pierce the dark, not that it mattered, like Lyko, all of the group were faunus, with their trademark night vision. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked, and crickets chirped.

Abruptly, he rounded a corner into an alley, Seeing their prey vanish, the gang panicked, and dropped all pretense of stealth to run after him. They entered the gloom, and stopped. Nothing. The alley ended in a brick wall, the only signs of life were rats in the dumpsters. No Lyko, instead, there was... a digital camera? On a tripod, aimed at the group's stunned faces.

"Hold that pose and..." the camera flashed, startling the gang for a moment. They turned to the voice, and found Lyko standing at the alley mouth, completely sober, blocking their exit, holding a remote for the camera.

"Priceless, that's gonna be my new screensaver." He laughed and looked up at the gang, who had started walking angrily towards him. "...though, it could use some better lighting."

Lyko squeezed his eyes shut, buried his face in a coat sleeve and pressed the remote. Even then, his eyes hurt from the intense light, as concealed flash grenades bathed the alley in searing white. All faunus were light sensitive, and the gang had been caught utterly off guard.

Now they moaned painfully, blinded, grabbing their faces and eyes. Lyko opened his eyes slowly and grinned, a karambit knife flashed in his hands, and he darted onto the fray.