[hr]
[center][h1][b][u][color=f7976a]Lysander Shen[/color][/u][/b][/h1][/center]
[hr]

[i]"Tell me, Lysander. Why are we going through these tight corners and dark alleys? The stench, the filth, I cannot bear witness to such disgusting spectacles!"[/i]

Lysander simply shrugged off the annoyed comments of the dragon that he created. They kept ringing into his mind, what with their psychic connection, and to be honest, it was getting a little distracting to him. Sometimes he would accidentally bump into another pedestrian in the sidewalk, much to the other person's consternation. 

He can't focus. Not when Shenron was constantly complaining about the planet. The only time Shenron quieted down was when he was studying. Otherwise, he talked and talked and...

Lysander scowled, making a turn towards a particularly grubby alley. [color=f7976a]"Shush, Shenron, my head is getting painful from your constant complaints. It's like a metal screw is being jammed into my brain!"[/color]

Shenron's psychic bond reverberated with his echoing baritone. [i]"But you have yet to explain unto my ignorant self why you always choose these... dangerous routes. You are aware of the nature of this city's denizens, yes?"[/i]

[color=f7976a]"Uh, yeah?"[/color] Lysander replied. [color=f7976a]"Because I'm one of the denizens of this city, as you placed it? I'm going through there because I'm... uh, I don't want anyone to know I'm Altered."[/color]

[i]"Right, forgive me. But you know what I mean."[/i]

Lysander chuckled. His creation... pet, whatever it was, had much to learn. 

He was about to take another turn when a smell entered his nostrils. Something distinct from the stench of the garbage piled up as high as towers in this alley. It was...

Was that smoke and fire?

[i]"Fire and smoke, a sure sign that destruction has been wrought unto some segment of civilization."[/i]

[color=f7976a]"Right, we're connected. I think we should go-"[/color]

He froze. He had, in his constant mindscaping, unwittingly strolled right beside the building from which the smell of flame wafted out, and he had set his eyes upon this... man. He had just come out of the rear entrance without so much as a hurried gait, no less!

[i]"I don't like him, he exudes... super-ill."[/i]

Ignoring Shenron, Lysander slowly backed up. [color=f7976a]"Good... afternoon, sir. I... uh, I definitely didn't see you come out of that door-"[/color]

[i]"Damn it, you fool!"[/i]

Fool indeed. He had just confessed that he saw it.