What a Pain [Ryung]

Ryung had been at Shinagawa for a few days now and he had to admit the place was growing on him. The sheer variety in the many stalls was enough to catch his attention. From simple weapons like daggers and knives to more elegant fancier weapons such as whips or even scythes! The latter especially truly intrigued him. It’d really help his style! But knowing all the other dumb shits he had to deal with they wouldn’t see the beauty and majesty of a weapon associcated with death! One of which he was supposed to be bodyguarding but she was away doing her own thing so he had a couple of hours to herself to do Eternity things. And thank fuck for that! Ryung was getting tired of that dial up whore. He was getting tired of wearing that awesome suit of Jean’s. Now he was just his casual clothes. Well casual was a loose term since he looked so damn good in them! The boy was wearing black pants and t-shirt with a red overcoat that had way too many golden spikes around the cuffs and collar. He also had what looked to be a metallic object that went around his entire head. To most it would seem a little weird however he enjoyed his style.

At the moment however Ryung was not enjoying the many stalls nor looking to pick a fight. No instead the teen was in an alley having a well deserved smoke. He took long drags of his cancer stick and let out long puffs of smoke, even deciding to entertain himself more by making some rings. Heh, that was fun. One smart ass though who walk walking through the alleyway did not think so. In fact he hated that this punk was blowing smoke his direction at all! “Who the fuck died and made you queen, princess?” He asked taking a shorter drag this time but letting every inch of smoke hit the man in the face. “Now fuck off before I really get pissed.” And oh boy did he really not like that. But the man was alone and weak so when he lunged at Ren a quick sidestep and quirk activation later he was trapped in the young boy’s shadows. The man yelled for a moment before it sounded like his voice was being muffled by water. This would be quick but, UGH! What a pain. Two minutes later Ryung released the man from his hold and he fell to the ground his face a pale blue colour. Ryung rolled his neck as he squatted down to the man and started to pat him down. Wallet, keys and some loose change. Eh it would do for now he thought standing back up and putting the newly acquired items into his pocket. Moving his hand over his face then rubbing his fingers through his hair Ryung’s shadows clung to the metal circlet around his head to from a type of mask. Ryung flicked the butt of his cigarette at the unconscious man and at once he started to cough violently getting to his knees.

Now stepping out of the alley he looked ahead of him to see a woman who was also in a mask. She seemed to be staring at him with a curious expression. Did she witness everything? Well at least she looked like a villain. Finally one with a bit of taste. This woman was the only person Ryung had seen with any sort of mask. Still if she was gonna blab about what she saw it was better to keep a close eye on her unless of course she came to him first. But regardless he needed to see what she’d do. He may have to do something similar to her, even with her good fashion sense. But for now he’d see how things would transpire. Maybe she’d be cool?

Staring at the woman with his mask, it sheening in the woman's light that she emitted. Ryung felt a slight sickening feeling seeing it and it irritated his eyes but it was nothing he could not get over. Another thing he couldn't get over was he comment! Sloppy?! Who the hell does she think she is?! Bet she couldn't do any better! he thought, gritting his teeth. Luckily his mask hid all of his annoyed facial expressions. Still she said it was a brilliant execution. A compliment? That was something the young man had never heard in quite a while. So long in fact that he assumed right away that it was not in the slightest bit sincere. The woman then smiled at him which was rather hard to see through her mask as she moved on, keeping her pink unnatural eyes on him. What was she playing at?

With his curiosity peaqued he followed this woman. He couldn't be sure what she was planning. She could be going off to tell someone what he had done and the compliment and smile was simply a diversion. Pulling on his clothes to make sure they were sitting on him correctly he followed her, walking on the other sides of the stalls she was frequenting. The first one she stopped to was the weapon stall he himself had been to earlier in the day. Glancing at her he saw her debate on a few of them, specifically the long ranged one. It made him wonder as to why while he turned his attention to the stall in front of himself. This stall was a simple one. Some poisons and toxins that could be used like grenades or simple poisons that could be used to take out someone without leaving much of a trail. Interesting but nothing Ryung found that he needed. His shadows could do enough damage as is. He picked up a vial or too and inspected the multicolored contents. The person at the stall was explaining how it worked but Ryung wasn't listening. He was too busy looking past the vial and to the woman. Good thing this mask totally hid his face! But could she tell that he was doing this? Even with his face obscured his body language was not. But would this woman be able to pick up these little clues he was giving?

The woman the young man was keeping his eye on decided to buy a plethora of items from the weapon dealing man. How interesting. Either that meant she was rather weak herself, either physically weak and potentially weak with her quirk or she just wanted some flair and a way to more accurately do some damage. Either way the masked boy was interested. It would certainly give him a better idea on her financial status too. While certain things costed more than others the woman here didn't seem to mind the price as a factor. And by the sheer amount of things she got, needing two bags to hold everything it gave him an inkling that she was apart of some organisation maybe? As for her rank, well that was up in the air. Ryung learned not to judge people too harshly from looks alone since the little slut Kyoko was over the whole of eternity and she looked like some 16 year old pin up model. This woman though while having certain qualities though didn't quite strike him as similar to Oracle. Nevertheless he'd keep an eye on her. For all he knew that guy he threw his cigarette at was one of her members and she was off to tell someone about it.

With this thought at the forefront of his mind the boy didn't even think for a second that he was being strategically lured by the woman. It was ingenious really and something Ryung never even imagined. His train of thought was interrupted though when the shopkeeper came to him and asked to measure him, stating that the total stranger he was stalking was his friend. So she had noticed. Smirking under his mask he obliged surprisingly and let the man do his measuring. The woman still stayed within his field of vision though. Was she perhaps buttering him up? Why did she want to have him measured? Interested in his wares? The Korean doubted it. Much like she doubted his abilities. While he was sure there was a reason for this he was also sure that this woman wasn't doing this out of the kindness of her heart. She had a motive and Ryung was hopefully skeptical. Just in case he had his shadows at the ready under his current clothes. Right now they were harmless and wouldn't get in the man's way of measuring him but a simple thought would change that all too quickly. Now, what was her move?