Post by Prasha on Aug 9, 2014 22:56:15 GMT -6
Prasha moved through the crowd a hood covering his face and a mask of iron covered his face. He pushed through the crowd toward a stall that sold illegal Pokemon steroids and slipped into a back ally. His eyes were trained on the photograph of a local Pyron gangster named Alexco Muyama. Who was a small local thug who liked to stir up trouble, but he had angered the wrong people this time.
Ever since Prasha came to Pyron he knew something was connecting him to this place. He had watched his Patrons at the shop and began to hear his name pop around. People gave him looks of some sort of respect and fear. They smiled to him and waved and didn't cause trouble at his market stall. Prasha had become curious at why his name was being said and hushed at the other stalls. As a child his father used to show him a picture of Celosia and the planes. He knew his father had come from Celosia, but did not know why. He had been too young to have asked his father any stories of his past. All Prasha knew was that his Father used to live in Celosia and ran a Candy store in Pyron.
Prasha climbed up a pipe and waited on an apartment building over looking the supposed thug's hangout. Prasha ran his fingers along the hilt of his Kukuri. A smaller set of daggers lined his boots and vials of Toxy's venom adorned his belt. Prasha needed to be quick with this. In and out no questioning why this target had been chosen. He dropped down into the shadows as three drunk men came out of the local hangout.
Alexco Muyama was a dark skinned man with visible scars across his cheek. His build was of a city hood. Slender and handsome but over the years had grown fond of spirits and Razz Beer, so a slight gut was hanging out of his shirt. Alexco was ranting and singing off key. This was humorous to Prasha, but he had orders to kill this man and he would.
Alexco stopped and pointed to a wall and began leaning on it revealing himself. Perfect. Prasha dipped a dagger in one of the vials and clutched it tightly. A bit of this will kill him in an instant. Prasha darted in the shadows closing in on his target. He could smell the beer on his breath. Prasha dropped down and stabbed the man quickly in the back. Alexco was so drunk he could not feel the knife slide into his back. Prasha went back into the shadows and watched the man fall over and choke on his own vomit. Good work. Prasha thought to himself.
Prasha slipped into the crowd and puled his mask and hood off and stored his equipment back into a napsack. Prasha waved at a women who liked his curry and headed back to his curry shop.
Ever since Prasha came to Pyron he knew something was connecting him to this place. He had watched his Patrons at the shop and began to hear his name pop around. People gave him looks of some sort of respect and fear. They smiled to him and waved and didn't cause trouble at his market stall. Prasha had become curious at why his name was being said and hushed at the other stalls. As a child his father used to show him a picture of Celosia and the planes. He knew his father had come from Celosia, but did not know why. He had been too young to have asked his father any stories of his past. All Prasha knew was that his Father used to live in Celosia and ran a Candy store in Pyron.
Prasha climbed up a pipe and waited on an apartment building over looking the supposed thug's hangout. Prasha ran his fingers along the hilt of his Kukuri. A smaller set of daggers lined his boots and vials of Toxy's venom adorned his belt. Prasha needed to be quick with this. In and out no questioning why this target had been chosen. He dropped down into the shadows as three drunk men came out of the local hangout.
Alexco Muyama was a dark skinned man with visible scars across his cheek. His build was of a city hood. Slender and handsome but over the years had grown fond of spirits and Razz Beer, so a slight gut was hanging out of his shirt. Alexco was ranting and singing off key. This was humorous to Prasha, but he had orders to kill this man and he would.
Alexco stopped and pointed to a wall and began leaning on it revealing himself. Perfect. Prasha dipped a dagger in one of the vials and clutched it tightly. A bit of this will kill him in an instant. Prasha darted in the shadows closing in on his target. He could smell the beer on his breath. Prasha dropped down and stabbed the man quickly in the back. Alexco was so drunk he could not feel the knife slide into his back. Prasha went back into the shadows and watched the man fall over and choke on his own vomit. Good work. Prasha thought to himself.
Prasha slipped into the crowd and puled his mask and hood off and stored his equipment back into a napsack. Prasha waved at a women who liked his curry and headed back to his curry shop.
