Welcome to Gaia! ::

(Bravo Fozzil! Bravo, you deserve a standing ovation! But, I'll save that for later!)

As Spyther was now fully familiarized with the area, he ventured into the empty, darkened streets as the scarce lighting began to appear from the lamp posts towering over him. With a light neon orange hue revealing his intended walking path, he sees one of very few buildings that are actually lid on the inside but, wasn't exactly sure if anyone was even inside.

Passing an ally where people on the street who wore nothing but rags turned their heads and stared at Spyther headed closer to the building as his own curiosity led him onward. He stopped for a second as he felt their eyes wonder on him but, was completely unaware of the peering gaze of another.

It was another bar, same as the one he entered early with his crew mates but, was nearly falling apart at the seams as it was very unkempt, unsightly and ghetto. To Spyther, this had a "saloon" feel to it as he grinned while entering and with almost every customer inside stopping their activities just to pierce him with their intimidating gaze.

He sat at the bar, feeling their every eyeball move along with him every step he took. He turned on his bar stool and faced the crowd, scowling back them, showing absolutely no fear as if something struck each and every one of them, forcing them all to casually continue and mind their own business as his facial expression intended.

"Cowards." He muttered under his breath as he faced the bar again towards the bartender. "You know, there's only a few people who could've done that and get away with it." He leaned on the counter and whispered to Spyther, grinning as he whipped a pint glass clean. "How bout something on the house?" He offered.

"No thanks but, a phone would be nice and not that thing you have on the wall over there." He pointed to the wall where to the wrecked phone he spoke of lye.

"Here you are stranger, and it's on the house." He said happily, rubbing his shaggy beard as he placed a similar shaggy looking phone in front of his with a fax added. He dialed a number, putting the receiver to his ear as the voice of his butler and greatest friend, Quest answered.

"My, my sir. This must be quite the bounty you stumbled onto." Quest answered casually, knowing the only person to call this number would be Spyther. "But, I know you don't call for conversation so, I'll make it quick. Which small time bounty would you like, sir?"

"The most expensive one you've got." He answered seriously.

"Very well then, I'll send you a fax." He told him and shortly afterward, a paper fax arrived but the bounty picture came out distorted and fuzzy.

"Sorry mate, should've warned you about that... It hasn't been working for quite some time now." He said nervously.

"Thanks again, Quest." He said, hanging up the phone and taking the paper, looking calmly but angrily at the bartender. He scans the paper carefully and somehow rearranges the imagine, making out a face in which he's seen in the bar. He turns his head and watches as his target exits the bar, and with Spyther following his behind him.

With the fax of his target crumpled up in his hand, he tosses it to the side as he pursues him, casually skipping joyfully down the street and quite obviously drunk as he babbles in coherently with a feverish, drunkard blush on his face.

He turns into the same ally where Spyther passed on his way here, shooing away the homeless men that dwells there as they run away in a panic. Spyther was well hidden in the darkness, wasn't seen by the panicked men but one of them happen to stop and look behind him, seeing Spyther creeping into the ally with the cover of the darkness and his shadow appearing then shrinking reflecting his movements on a wall from a flame they've made.

His target was urinating on a wall, still in his drunken haze as he approached him from behind with his claws extended. He his shadow approaching him, he turned around with a lazy face then to a panic after seeing his claws shine like knifes as the fear gripped him causing him to nearly choke.

Watching in awe as the slime-like creature with a voice had just taken the life of his bounty, he didn't understand her message until he felt his body void of life. He simply grinned.

"The bounty? Yours? You couldn't be a more comical creature." He chuckled, tossing the corpse at the slime and taking a large step backward, further into the alleyway.

"For your information or wherever you've obtained it from, this was a capture bounty. So, you just spoiled the prize for both of us. Thanks a bunch, woman." He told her, making it clear to his pursuer that he knew just a little more then she had hoped.

As his assumption of the slime's gender was proven to be correct, the woman now began to take more of a 'shape' but still keeping her identity hidden as Spyther tried scanning it's vibrations but, getting no information due to her form.

"Spyther." He answered her, monotone with a blank expression, showing he was not very pleased at her nonchalant attitude towards the situation.

He knew to show restraint against a fellow assassin, especially, one he knows nothing about for the slightest sight of hesitation could the one's only moments at life.

"Now that I've introduced myself, how about you do the same and with your 'form' actually whole?" He suggested to the mysterious woman.

Chrome:*enters with Tenjho* damn... you can run fast when you need to

(do i have the right place?)

(they dont have to put the page lol its pretty obvious)