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[sup]Republic City | Old Grand Central Station[/sup]
[sup][@Leah][@Double][/sup][/center][hr][color=bdbdbd]It smelled of sweat and blood and skin. Of mouths that had never known a toothbrush. Of bodies that had never known a good wash. The air here was thick and heavy and damp. Every breath was like swallowing a mouth full of mildewed ocean water and every exhale left a terrible aftertaste in her mouth, as if she'd swished a copper coin around her tongue.

She felt sticky, especially under the cotton of her sweater. The fabric had become wet and mottled with ice after picking the beads of sweat off her skin. She'd have to remove it soon enough but... the crowd. They pressed in from all angles, making it rather difficult to move, to stand, to see the ring. She'd tried to get a good angle of the fight from where she was and although she wasn't exactly the shortest in the room, there was an average... and she was [i]it[/i]. She had to make efforts to see [i]anything[/i] but at the same time, didn't want to be at the front.

So, she moved to do the opposite.

[color=dc6083]"Excuse me."[/color]

Two men stood behind her like a wall. Their eyes fixed on the commotion on display. She pushed her fingers into the sliver of space between them, prying at their forearms in an attempt to peel the two apart. A second plea from her and some extra coaxing and they finally obliged her request, moving just enough to allow her to slip through... and into the path of someone else's elbow. As Luna stepped between the two men, she ducked low and twisted on her heel, spinning around the unsuspecting onlooker turned accidental assailant and swung herself out of the way. She pulled her other leg through in time to catch herself before she tumbled into a fall and without skipping a beat, or even touching the third soul, she continued on her way.

[color=dc6083]"Where are you?"[/color] She said to no one in particular.

[color=60DC87]"It's too noisy. I can't follow."[/color]

He was right. Down here among a sea of red and yellow, orange and grey, there was too much going on. She could feel it, see it... like watching the ocean bubble angrily from afar. She dare not jump in.

[color=60DC87]"Besides, I don't think what you're looking for is here."[/color]

Also true, but that wasn't exactly the [i]why[/i] she had come. There were two reasons actually and one of them had the attention of all in the room. She could tell by the sounds... and by the path of a second arm as it came swinging through the air and into her field of view. A celebratory gesture quickly turning into an unwarranted assault on her face. She moved to sidestep whe-

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A small distraction. One [i]meant[/i] to get her attention... at any time but now. The tickling against her right butt cheek caused her to pause just long enough that the arm managed to clip her with enough force to knock her sideways into another bystander. Her shoulder pierced the second man's chest eliciting a surprised grunt and a retaliatory push back.

[color=ffffff]"Hey!"[/color]

[color=dc6083]"Sorry!"[/color]

[color=ffffff]"Watch where da fuck yer walkin' girl!"[/color]

[color=dc6083]"Yep!"[/color] She swiveled around the guy and back peddled away, one hand up in an apologetic manner while the other fished the phone from her pocket. She waited until she was a good couple steps away before turning her back to him and staring at the bright screen.

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Now wasn't the best time for this nor was she supposed to be receiving any service down here. There were so many layers of concrete and dirt above her head, it was a surprise that anything had gotten through. Sure enough however, sitting comfortably on the top right of her screen was a single bar... that would periodically disappear only to reappear again. Puzzled and only slightly annoyed, she stuffed the phone back in her pocket and continued the last few steps toward the back of the chamber.

[color=60DC87]"You going to keep ignoring him?"[/color]

[color=dc6083]"I'm in the middle of something."[/color]

The scaffolding in front of her was a story. Somebody in another life had made plans to renovate the station. The work had begun but it never saw it's end. A rusted and dusty network of pipes and screws crisscrossed three quarters of the way up the wall and at the top was a wooden platform. With her gloves on, shoelaces tight, and breath held, she gave the first bar a slight tug and when it refused to budge, put her full weight against it and began to climb. Well within the minute she was sitting comfortably at the top with a perfectly unobstructed view of the fight.

She pulled out her phone again, this time to use it as a camera. It wasn't her preferred choice but she wasn't about to lose thousands of dollars worth of equipment down here. The screen focused on the two men in the ring and she zoomed in time to catch the last blow delivered by Xun himself. The other fell into a depleted heap.

[color=dc6083]"There he is."[/color]

He was breathing heavily and staring down at his opponent. His muscles rippled under the sheen of his skin. His chest heaved with every labored breath. His sweat poured from the hair on his head and dribbled into the muddied earth below him.

[color=60DC87]"Who is he?"[/color]

Luna tapped the screen to capture the image.

[color=dc6083]"That's what we're here to find out."[/color] She replied, zooming out and scanning the crowd for something else... someone else. Another bright hue in a thrashing ocean of color. There, moving with determination through the crowd was a man in a hat and thicker arms than most. She zoomed in again and followed.

[color=60DC87]"And him?"[/color]

Luna said nothing as she watched the man pick his way through the crowd. He was careful, deliberate, moved with purpose. Always looking where he was going. She couldn't make anything out from under the lip of his hat, at least until he turned to look over his shoulder. His chin twisted around in her general direction and the tip of his hat lifted just enough that-

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[color=dc6083]"Raava..."[/color] She tapped away the message that had appeared right over his face but by the time she'd managed to refocus the camera, the moment was lost and so was he. He'd slipped into another room.
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