[justify]Ever since winning the King of Earth tournament Nudara Fah had been feeling lethargic. During the tournament he had slain rival demigods and would-be superheroes without a second thought, eventually claiming the crown from the beautiful and deadly Tomou Gozen, and he was proud of the accomplishment too. But now that the competition had passed a strange malaise had cast its shadow over his daily life and the Black Prince could not help but wonder what the next step was… 

He’d had a strange dream about turning into a toy a few months ago but that was about it.

Beyond this world, out there among the endless sea of stars, his siblings were doubtless gathering their own accolades for when they inevitably returned home to claim the throne. His father’s eldest were already thoroughly entrenched in Nethlesse politics and one would need a strong argument indeed to win over the electors when father finally stepped down. Nudara though, he was alone, scowling in his penthouse accomplishing nothing of note when the phone finally rang.

[[color=800080]Hey hey, how’s my champ doing?[/color]]

“[color=ed1c24]I’m hanging up.[/color]”

[[color=800080]Woah, don’t be so hasty. You’ve been bored lately, right? I’ve got just the thing you wanted.[/color]]

“[color=ed1c24]. . .[/color]”

[[color=800080]Someone is about to break into the blood bank outside of town and I don’t need to tell you that the Midnight Carnival won’t be too happy about having their meal ticket punched, so how about you save me the trouble, and go beat the thief up before it happens.[/color]]

Neglecting to ask how she knew a crime was going to happen before it happened, he replied. “[color=ed1c24]I’m not your errand boy, find someone else.[/color]”

[[color=800080]Don’t think of it like that, traditionally, the King of Earth has always been the people’s champ. And right now, the people need someone to step in before all the ghoulies at the redlight district start throwing a fit because they can’t get their fix. It’s what a King would do.[/color]]

“[color=ed1c24]. . . . . . . .[/color]”

[[color=800080]Besides, I have it on good authority this is P R E T T Y tough.[/color]]

That was how Nudara Fah found himself approaching the blood bank on the city’s outskirts. A blood bank that was really just a clever ploy for the city's unusually influential population of vampires to keep themselves well fed. At six feet and two inches he was tall for a human, but not obscenely so, a comfortable height that allowed him to stand above the crowd without being a walking tree. He had dark skin. Long black hair, cut like a razor over his brow, with a severe expression permanently etched upon his face. During the tournament his uniform had suffered tear after tear until eventually it could no longer be repaired, he had abandoned it after the final round, allowing the red-haired samurai’s blood to be the last that would stain it and exchanging it for a cool black suit with a furred jacket. The jacket in question hung from his shoulders and a vest strapped in over his broad chest, though he had adopted a modern look, the sword that hung over his shoulder was still as archaic as it had ever been with its waved black blade clinging to the space between his shoulder blades as if by some preternatural force. For once his ivory prosthetic was exposed.

And though it was largely unnecessary by this point, the eyepatch remained on.

Approaching the blood bank he followed a trail of molten warped molten asphalt as if someone had glided down the road on a stream of lava. Whoever he was, he wasn’t subtle. What he found waiting for him at the end of that trail were the remnants of what had once been a guard gate, battered open, the men stationed there to watch it nowhere to be seen. Weren’t most facilities in this city guarded by small private armies armed to the teeth to deal with metahuman threats just like this? How suspicious. And beyond him lay the blood bank. A siren wailing in the distance, desperately crying out to anyone in ear shot for help, with a scowl on his face Nudara advanced—something about this smelled funny.[/justify]