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The difference between creatures of the dark is whether they hide or hunt. But even hunters are not all alike. Wolves hunted in numbers to prevent escape. This was like a small, organized gang. A tiger did not care for numbers, for they had power. This was like the Blacklight and their sects, who dominated this side of the world through sheer force. And mercenaries? They were like the resourceful and fierce hawk, though some more like the poaching vultures. What would that make Tink themself, then? Hm... 

The porcelain doll watched as shadowed figures around her gathered towards the depths of the district, like moths drawn to an over-exposed lure. Though she can see them, they were unable to see her. 

The doll walked in a place where no living thing would dare look. Nor would they even care to look. Surrounding her was the foulness of the outer districts, building and accumulating at such an express rate that they were constantly released from large exhaust pipes all around. What was the point in looking through the trash? This black smog was so thick and massive they would drift across for miles. And she found a way to drift between them. A hunter tries to get as close to their prey as possible, to ensure their success. This is what she learned from watching the strays, who must learn to avoid the hunter to survive. Though even the most desperate and hungry would not try this method. If not for her abnormal physicality, she would've succumb to the noxious fumes by now. For hours, this has gone on. This blind walk in the swirling darkness. This was as close as she could get to people without them realizing, standing only a few dozen meters away from the ground below as she deftly traced the awnings, arches, and bridges between towering structures. And even if they were to look, they would find nothing. She was holding her breath, so to speak, focusing all of her internal power reserves into the neck-bracing device. In this manner, her functions were reduced to their absolute minimum, this combined with the frequency jamming, essentially made the android 'silent'. 

Eventually all the pitch nothing would reveal a dim light. And so she would follow. 

Corporate parties were something that confounded the doll. Though they lay their intentions blatantly, they only do so to hide secrets in plain sight. Why? She often wondered. Her friends would tell her about the dangers of this world. People are like moths. They seek the light. They need it. But moths covet light so much that they forget to notice the flames. This party seemed to be different though. They held it in this rusted, abandoned place of all places. What was their intention? Tink only knew what she was told. Ori was a young venture in Europa. Yet already they claimed a foothold and seized a fistful of power. Ambition is easily misunderstood as war mongering to those who do not know the cause. Especially when the same powerful fist is waved around. They also promised change. Coming this close, she could feel it in the air. A huge tide waited in the shallows. If this change meant their benefit, it would drive a human to do almost anything. But whose change would this benefit? This was her purpose here. To ensure her clients that they would not be toppled by this power. Knowledge leads to the correct answer, and thusly, leads to peace. Correct? 

She hoped so. 

Tink pushed out of the smog and onto a precarious walkway, like brushing through smokey curtains, as she stepped towards the rotted steel edge of the overhanging beam. She hovered like a dangling flower above the shining, booming structure before her, the frilled dress swooshing like petals in the cold breeze. The dying smoke trailed behind her for a split second as she leaned down to gaze at the blinding lights of the warehouse converted nightclub. The whole rundown structure looked like the sort of place where only the self-dignified and overly important would claim to be classy and refined. 

"All this pale glamour and glee..." she said softly, "What are you hoping to hide here?"

Though despite her excitement, with a sigh, Tink folded the dusk colored dress hollows and began to settle down. She laid atop the steel beam with both legs hanging over the side. Much like how a lady would sit upon a saddled horse. It was about a hundred meter drop towards the nearest rooftop from where she was, and the creaking metal and slight swing as she did this simple movement was not exactly comforting. But the doll did not think about the fact she might fall at any second. It wouldn't hurt that much, really. But rather, she was focused on how pleasant the feeling of the wind was this high up. 

She wanted to bide her time in the least boring way possible, taking in the prospect of danger with a smile. She took this time to let her imagination run wild, all the while waiting for something. Anything. A moment of disruption, for her to slip through. Tink knew she was nowhere equipped to storm a party. Let alone not even knowing what kind of arms they were bearing in the security force. So, it was best to wait for someone who will. Correct? Surely. 

This sort of gathering would surely attract all sorts of beings. Not only moths. Maybe there will be some hawks and vultures who will show their faces tonight? That would cause quite the uproar. 

Though she did not condone violence, she could not stand in the way of two beasts fighting one another. She could only try to prevent their harming of the innocents around. But judging by the nature of this party, seeing glimpses of the 'show' being held through one of the roofside windows - Tink wasn't entirely convinced there were any innocent here. 

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