<b>Syndra - evening</b><br/><br/>She could feel the energy build-up long before the actual effect became clear. It was like a honey sweet smell, coupled with a pleasant shiver that ran up her back. It had been so long since she last felt such tremendous power. It was also the reason as to why Syndra's guard was down the moment Natasha lashed out. The punch itself was barely registered, Syndra was an old guardian after all, and she'd seen and felt much worse, but it was the shock of seeing the Adapter lash out at her, that made her recoil.<br/><br/>Syndra looked on in a daze as the young Adapter sped away, though a coy smile soon crept onto her face.<span style="color: #5F0091"><b>"Run, young little Adapter. Run, but you cant hide."</b></span>Her magical aura made her easier to find than a skyscraper in a desert.<span style="color: #5F0091"><b>"Go, Aka, capture her and wait until I get there... Hurt her if need be."</b></span>And with that, the giant wolf went into pursuit. Finally, a challenge worthy of the demi-god! Syndra simply smiled fondly fondly as she watched her companion disappear into the distance.<br/><br/>Fenrir let out an ear shattering howl, surely loud enough to carry across the city, as it sped after his prey. The girl had the advantage for the first few seconds, as she sped up using her powers, but Fenrir was no regular wolf. The shadowy form clashed and collided with the various obstacles on the roof, ripping airducts and satellite dishes clean off the roof, sending them clanging to the ground. His eyes shone a bright red, creating long red lines in the dark night air behind him. Slowly, but surely, Natasha would be able to hear the sound of his heavy paws impacting with the roofs draw closer and closer. The massive wolf had to skid to a halt, breaking up the roof as he did so, as the girl suddenly made a left and jumped across to another building.<br/><br/>Letting out another icy howl, Fenrir took the jump, landing on the same level as the girl had. His panting and growling echoing through the bare building. By this point he had already covered enough ground to see the girl clearly ahead of him, still running, but not as fast anymore. He made another mad dash, racing past the girl before skidding to a stop, spreading his front legs and bearing his teeth at her. He had her now, the only way down was to physically jump down the building, which was around four levels. Or she'd have to turn around and go up. Either way, she was caught now.<br/><br/>A sudden tentacle shot out of the shadows, coiling around Natasha's ankle and forcefully pulling it underneath her, quickly pulling her up until she was dangling by her leg.<span style="color: #5F0091"><b>Tsk, tsk, little guardian. That's no way to greet an old friend, is it?</b></span>Came that familiar female voice again. If Natasha were to follow the tentacle, she'd notice it came from a particular dark shadow, the building had no lighting after all. Two softly glowing rubies shone carefully in the dark, before the woman emerged from the shadows.<span style="color: #5F0091"><b>"I gave you a chance to do this the easy way... Guess I'll just have to do it the hard way. A shame, really... We could've had so much fun together."</b></span>The woman cooed, circling around the dangling girl.<span style="color: #5F0091"><b>"But first... Tell me this, do you have any idea why I'm after you? Do you understand what you are?"</b></span>A wicked grin showed on Syndra's face, for she knew that the young Adapter did not.<br/><br/>=============================================<br/><br/><b>Fiona - 7:21pm</b><br/><br/><b>"Motherfucking... after all I.... Aargh!"</b>Fiona fumed, getting a few odd looks from the people on the street.<b>"THE FUCK YOU LOOKING AT?"</b>A poor man was sadly the exhaust for her anger, which quickly send him scurrying away. It wasn't enough though, she could still feel a rage seething inside of her. She'd worked there for three years now! Three long, fucking years filled with nothing but hard, manual labor, dirt and grease as high as the neck, and a paycheck that barely covered her expenses. And now, she was given a pat on the back, told that she had done a great job, but that they didn't need her anymore.<br/><br/>Fiona halted and kicked on of the many metal trashcans that were on the street, denting the metal. She was still wearing her uniform, if you could call it that. A simple denim overall, with a orange logo on her right chest that said "Big Mack's Auto Repairs!" The top was let loose though, showing off the black tanktop underneath. Fiona ran her fingers through her hair, which was tied up into a ponytail. Now what? How was she going to find another job that A) was nearby, since she lacked a car, and B) was something she could actually do. She couldn't work in retail, she didn't have the patience to put up with all those fucking dumb customers.<br/><br/>Fiona let out a deep sigh, feeling just a little calmer, and looked to her right. It was the entrance to the park. The place gave her the creeps, especially at night, and normally she would walk around it to get to her shabby apartment, but maybe she'd get lucky and some junk would attack her? She could really use something to vent all her anger on, and nobody would weep about some beat-up junk. Cracking her knuckles, she marched forward towards the rusted archway of the park, ready to ruin whoever approached her's night.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>