[center][h2][Sector 7 - ARES Justice Square: 07:22 AM][/h2][/center]

[url=https://youtu.be/H1JP2HwKuFk]High up in the boughs of the upper city,[/url] somebody [i]else [/i]had made it to her long desired destination. Combat boots crunched down from jumping a fence in the ARES owned skyline and bounced to music pumping from earphones. The little figure tugged a hood over her head and looked up at the grinning faces of happy Ares employees, pasted on the wall and selling the latest, most fashionable, she couldn't read that. She tossed around a coffin backpack and jumped to set her phone on a stand. A livestream icon flashed, a single comment in the corner followed shortly after. She rattled two spray cans, shook a bug from one, and spun them effortlessly across her palms before squeezing the valves. An explosion of red and blue obscured the wall.

Somewhere below, a briefcase exchanged hands.

Not too far from the trade, another briefcase was dropped on the cafe table of a lawyer finishing his breakfast. He did not look for the source of the gift, but did not appear surprised by its appearance. He placed his unfinished croissant down and took up the case, leaving his own case of work by his seat.

Pairs of polished leather lined up side by side, converging in on the square before the ARES Courthouse. Rolex watches, leather boots, black suitcases. The monotony of grey suits and passionless strides completely contrasted the boogie getting down on top of the neighboring building. The girl grooved her way through a cloud of colour, paint everywhere, on her hoodie, her schoolgirl skirt, the caution tape around her thighs.

The numbers below multiplied, in the screens of phones capturing the action as they crossed through each other in diagonal lines - disciplined, practiced lines. "Is it a flash mob?" somebody asked in the eager crowd. More comments popped up across the girl's livestream. She pressed herself against the sticky paint like a hug, leaving her imprint.

The lawyers stopped. In a pattern, one not discernable quite yet. They looked on with blank faces. Then all in identical motions, they lifted their suitcases up, and dropped them open, for the crowd to see.

2… 1.

Right before they exploded, it looked as if they'd woken up.

The girl pulled her earphones off and looked over her shoulder. Screams and wails were coming from below. The livestream could hear them too, given how the chat was popping off. She jogged towards the chaos, reeled back for the phone, then leaned with it over the edge of the building to take the sight in below. Just a few seconds passed before she clicked the livestream off.

She stared at it alone now. Some unlucky few who had been close by disrupted the scene with their remains, but the main picture was clear. Where every lawyer had stood, the blood that remained spelled -

[b]D I E[/b]   [B]A R E S[/b]

[color=#bb533b][b]"Oh no..."[/b][/color] the girl brought a hand to her mouth in horror. [color=#bb533b][b]"That's... really lame."[/b][/color]



[hider=A/N]This is a prologue for Sepokku's adventure when she drops in and won't [i]really[/i] budge until her character speaks to the quest giver! Just to keep in mind if this is a storyline your character would be urged to pursue.[/hider]