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[color=5FFB17][Location: Charity Gala][/color]

Despite his best intentions, Draku had arrived to a ghastly aftermath opposed to arriving in time to prevent all the unnecessary bloodshed; spending the remainder of the night playing clean up crew with the local law enforcement and making slightly more interesting discoveries than the curiously ashen entry way, such as numerous unconscious ninja, one with his eyes on his own back and another who just didn't seem to have the heart to carry on.

[color=5FFB17][i]Ninja, demon, and vampires?[/i][/color], he'd think, [color=5FFB17][i]Oh my…[/i][/color]

Why had this place become the epicenter of such misfortune, and why a gala for conservation charity?

[i][b][color=16F529]Chaos bears no rhyme nor reason, dragonknight, you above all should know this...[/color][/b][/i], came the thunder.

Draku nodded slightly as he made way to one of his favorite locations within the city, one that he had made a habit of visiting before the sun rose each morning.

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[color=5FFB17][Location: The Empire State Building][/color]

After all the time he spent here in this new age, things were still so alien to him, and though he was no stranger to the supernatural, he still could not wrap his mind around how many super powered beings now occupied this world. Many opportunities were made to Draku, who seemingly always appeared to be in the right place at the right time, by the so-called super heroes themselves to protect the mortals of this world. Just in the ten years he resided in this era alone he had saved countless innocent lives from all sorts of disasters. Natural, man-made or otherwise. 

If not for the aid of his mortal companion, his proverbial guy in the chair if you will, he would have missed many an attempt to intervene in many a situation that arose between villain and hero alike.

He was here in this very spot when the Incident unfolded, standing at the highest point of the Empire State Building, arms folded across his chest, lost deep in thought. He could have intervened, but he didn't. He didn't raise a single finger, nor move a single muscle, in an attempt to aid the team of supers who responded to the Chitauri Invasion; only moving to assist the mortal lives of those the mighty heroes could not. Rather. He chose to watch it all with unwavering attention to detail. He knew nothing of the cause for this massive attack on the city, nor did he care, but he did know that the beings protecting it were worthy of their titles indeed and had decided that his own services were unrequired. 

He didn't always have the smoothest way of handling things, sometimes causing more damage to the surrounding area than the original disaster itself would have caused, and they had seemed to be doing enough damage on their own as it stood.

It was probably due to this, and the fact that he answered to no one for what he considered a good deed; taking no particular side when it came to saving lives and viewing this as far more important to him than bothering with the governing forces that ruled these lands, that he wasn't on the greatest standing with the law. Thus earning him the title of Anti-Hero, a term that he found quite comical; as it made very little sense to him, yet filled him with an odd sense of pride and accomplishment, by the press and several other media outlets alike. 

In truth, if not for his aforementioned companion; one of the most well known influential underground artists of their time, things would have potentially ended up a lot worse than they had been on multiple occasions by now.

The man only known by the moniker of DGK: Self proclaimed epicenter of the music industry, founder of the number one independent record label in the world and involved in one of the most successful recreational herbal businesses; one that had him regularly scouring the globe for the seeds of the world's best strains, since the legalization of marijuana in the free world, to the public and to only Draku as one [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/456619481373081635/931589873545117777/17e59771ce529-4e81B88C8BB0D781E6C.3339CA31C8E13879_message_420397579403334_1642178044544.jpg]Daniel Guy Kings[/url]: A laid back, wise cracking, down to Earth, silver tongued devil who carries himself in a manner close to Draku's very own at times; leading many to believe him to be uncaring and rather cold towards others. Typically sarcastic and possessing a rather dark sense of humor, he can sometimes come off as a brash yet delightful breath of fresh air in comparison to most influencers under the limelight. Once comfortable around whomever he warms up to though, is considered somewhat of a clown seemingly set on brightening their days to no avail.

The two's shared handful of similar traits seemed to solidify their fastly formed bond with each other over the passing years, their most similar being that neither of the two ever chose to remain in one spot of the globe for particularly too long; mostly due to Draku's own nomadic lifestyle and partly due to the other's highly lucrative one: Daniel's particular rise to fame stemming from how far beneath the radar a highly influential person of interest could operate, a method that aided the both of them in living out as normal a life as they could get living in their respective spotlights.

The sound of sirens erupting below would break him from his meditative state, looking down below upon what seemed to be an escort of sorts and the typical backed up streets of the bustling city. Perhaps he could assist them in bypassing the congestion of these streets, by the looks of the transport vehicles alone whomever was being transported probably had some powerful friends that were missing them.

With a heavy sigh, Draku would step from the edge of the building out into open air; allowing himself to plummet towards the ground below, taking the 1,250 foot drop without so much as a spike in his heart rate. Within the near 10 seconds it took to reach the ground below, he would have created a powerful gust of wind beneath him; compared to that of a vertical wind tunnel used in indoor skydiving facilities, to slow his fall. As he saw it, he'd rather kick up some dirt and debris than crater the concrete from the impact of his landing; limiting the amount of collateral damage he was capable of causing altogether. 

He would land fully erect amidst the masses of panicked pedestrians, his coat billowing about him as the wind dispersed, sliding his hands into his coat pockets and walking towards what was now a full blown prison break. He grinned slightly as he watched a blue armored individual power up and ready himself for whatever may happen next, Draku's pace quickening with excitement. 

[color=5FFB17]"Today's gonna be a good day, yeah?"[/color] he'd state rather matter of factly as he closed the distance between he and the armored individual, whipping off his duster and allowing it to float to the street a fair distance away from their position.