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Samuel Raven had tracked the sound he had heard to a bakery nearby. Taking shelter behind some rubble he had to assume was leftover from... Whatever caused that giant hole in the ground, he began observing the individuals within the shop through the window, from afar. Quietly and stealthily as the magician could, he remained out of sight, finding a single hole to look through while the rest of the debris kept his body well hidden. Inside he saw a very... Interesting couple. The more obvious one appeared to be a walking hammerhead shark, with robotic limbs attached. Concentrating, he tried to sense the creature's source, but nothing came to him. It wasn't supernatural in origin. That meant that it had to be scientific. Wow. A walking cyborg shark. That's some real comic book sci-fi shit right there. 

The second, while not as in-your-face, was still quite noticeable and peculiar, and Sam's senses told him a great deal more about this particular creature. She was tall, and very attractive, but the numerous tails were the real attention grabber. Damn, that'd be a way to get a crowd's attention. He was sure he could use that in a show. Well anyway, he recognized her as a kitsune. Specifically a one, two, three, four... Nine? Nine tailed fox. He had to count the tails to be certain. He'd never seen one of these things before, but Japanese mythology was riddled with kitsune. So that's what the new sensation was! When in the presence of a vampire, Samuel could taste ash. When around a werewolf, he could smell dog fur. Now he knew what to associate with the kitsune, if he would ever see another one again in his lifetime: a very subtle tactile feeling of softness. Interesting.

Wherever Samuel was, these creatures had absolutely no compunction in being out in the open. Was this weird, large city some sort of refuge for supernatural beings to gather, away from humanity? No, that didn't make any sense. The place was giant and largely abandoned. If that were the case, it'd have been constructed thousands of years ago, yet so much of it looked new. So then what were these two doing? He couldn't hear them from inside the bakery, not unless he decided to transform, but that took far too much energy to maintain. For now, he could only observe.

The magician tried to read their lips to get an idea of what they were talking about, but it was fruitless. The kitsune wasn't facing his direction often enough to get more than the odd syllable, and the cyborg shark thing... Well, it was a shark. Who in the world would be familiar enough with intelligent, cyborg, anthropomorphic sharks to understand their lip movements? Frustrated, but not without determination, Samuel waited.

After a bit, Sam's patience was rewarded. The kitsune and shark-bot left the bakery, though not without packing a bag full of bread and pastries first. As they exited, Samuel noticed a third member of their little entourage--a dog. Hopefully it didn't smell his presence. He couldn't take the risk that they were antagonistic. There was no telling what the kitsune could do, and that shark-bot had a [i]very[/i] large cannon. He did not want to mess with them unless absolutely necessary. Thankfully the dog didn't seem to notice the lurking presence of the beast. Good. Excellent. Melt into the darkness and disappear like the illusionist that you are, Samuel. 

Carefully, methodically, Raven followed behind, but not too closely. He made sure to stay downwind just in case the dog could pick up his scent, and he didn't want to risk getting close enough to be heard. He was stealthy to be certain, but he couldn't eliminate sound altogether. Maybe if he learned how to fly without physically transforming his body, then he'd have a better time with such things. For now... Slowly and carefully it was. He made sure to time his steps with those of the robo-shark. Surely its massive bionic limbs and great stomping would overpower any sound he could make, even in the event he misstepped. So far so good, but damn if it wasn't bothersome he couldn't hear their conversation. If they were even having a conversation. This wasn't helpful in the least!

Inwardly sighing in frustration, the beast witnessed his quarry come to a halt before the enormous hole. They seemed to be passing a few words between one another. Samuel risked it, and moved in a bit closer. "-until we're down there. Follow me, Brucie." Ah, so Sharktron 5000 had a name. Brucie? That felt so ordinary. So mundane. Did this creature have no comprehension of how amazing it was? The complete lack of style was somewhat befuddling to the showman. Maybe... Maybe it wanted a normal life? [color=darkviolet][i]Like someone else you know, maybe?[/i][/color] Sam grunted to himself. Well they were about to descend into the giant hole. Would he follow? Excellent question. Climbing down, even if there was enough of a path to walk, would leave him completely exposed. There was no way in Hell they couldn't see him coming if they spared so much as a single glance back, which of course they would at some point. Though it pained him, though it went against every survival instinct he had, Samuel made the executive decision to reveal himself, though not before calling upon his Needs Must atavism to mark the kitsune.

[color=darkviolet]"E-excuse me?"[/color] he sheepishly called out, taking on the role of a confused refugee type. Ah, acting. His calling before magic. Time for a convincing performance. [color=darkviolet]"Excuse me, ma'am? Uh... Big... Shark... Guy?"[/color] Big shark guy? Are you kidding Sam? You're confused and lost, not a plebeian! Speak like the educated man that you are, no matter how many times you need to add a nervous stutter! [color=darkviolet]"I'm uh, I'm, you see, oh wow you're big and scary. Um, do you know where we are? Like, how I got here?"[/color]