Darastrix looked over the available requests on the laptop he had stolen from some poor wretch down on the street below. He was now on top of a building in some city he had not cared to learn the name of (OOC - if someone else wants to come up with a name for the city be my guest). The fellow he had robbed had vehemently objected to Darastix's thievery (who wouldn't?), and even went so far as to chase after Darastrix as he used his Hatsu to climb the nearest building. The man had not taken the same route as Darastrix of course. Darastrix guessed he was taking the stairs at the moment. Darastrix had taken a moment to clear his head after using the Dragon Cloak. He had only materialized the arms and legs to climb the building, yet even that had clouded his mind slightly, slowly filling him with a beserker rage he had no control of. He had then logged into the Hunter database and checked the missions. He looked closely at the one pertaining to the group known as Arcana. It was entirely possible that they were harboring, or at least knew the whereabouts, one or more of the shaman from his own clan, the Bahamuti. (OOC - Which shall be the name of his clan now XD) He would accept this particular mission. He doubted that he would receive the "bring back alive" bonus, but he did not care for money. All he cared about was finishing off his clan, and preventing the rebirth of the Great Dragon. As long as the lead shaman had the Great Dragon's crystallized soul they could still revive it. Darastrix would not allow it.
Just thinking about his clan made him clench his fists in rage, and narrow his blood red eyes. He would have his revenge, nobody used him. Nobody. Suddenly a door leading to a staircase burst open, and the man he had robbed ran up the stairs. The man doubled over panting. Once he had regained his breath, he looked at Darastrix and yelled "Gimme back my laptop you creep!" Darastrix shut the laptop and smirked at the man. His determination and lack of fear in the face of lethal danger was impressive. His rage evaporated just like that. Perhaps there was hope for the future after all. "Forgive me, I just needed to borrow it for a moment. Here, have it back." he explained, throwing the computer to the flustered man. The man looked at Darastrix, shock evident on his face. "Um...thanks. You could have just asked y'know." the man said. Darastrix laughed. "Yes I suppose I could have." Darastrix chuckled. "So long." Darastrix exclaimed before leaping off the building.
He was falling close to the side of the building. He focused his Nen, letting the familiar feeling of the Cloak emerge around his arms. To those who could see Nen, the rapidly descending man in black scale armor would have a purple cloudy substance forming around his arms. It then solidified into a draconic claw. Darastrix reared the arm back, then shoved the claws into the side of the building, slowing his descent, breaking windows, and scarring steel. His fall halted about 12 feet from the ground. He dropped the rest of the way, focusing his Nen into and around his legs and feet to soften the fall. He looked around, glad only a few people had seen his escapade. He wondered where he should begin his search.
Avatar and Sig by Zelosse. (He is cool like that)