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Gnosia Event :>

[drugsnotclubs]

[Towards the end of the week, it's gotten more and more difficult for the Gnosia and their followers. People begin piecing together what's happening, suspicions abound. Gnosia are 'cured', according to those who stand against their progress, and repeatedly people try to find ways to keep their followers from action.

And so more and more he's out at those twilight times of day. Just before the sun rises, when those who operate at night are winding down and those who wake still aren't quite out. It means it's harder to find more tribute for Dara... but it also means there's far less likely of a chance to be interrupted.

The bars closed hours ago, he knows better than to try stalking the entertainment district at this time. Instead he's out closer to the water. Boats and crates and equipment provide ample obstacles and breaks in line of sight, and fishing is one of those hobbies or jobs that tends to begin far sooner than any of the others. He just has to wait for likely prey to show up.

--Though the footsteps he hears on the wooden docks don't sound quite like what he'd expect. They're sharp and evenly paced- like someone who knows exactly where they're heading, but isn't casual about it. They're like a hunter's. And maybe that's what draws him to stand up straight from where he'd been leaning against one of the massive containers, curiosity overtaking caution to investigate who else would be stalking the same prey grounds.

A gnosia, maybe? Another follower like himself? Or perhaps someone determined to 'cure' them, and taking a decidedly more aggressive approach about it than most.

Richard's face is only half-familiar. Once he's seen, probably, but not quite committed to memory. But the aura is decidedly one of a gnosia, and Shinjiro relaxes slightly at that, breathing out a faint relief.]

...Hey.

uwu

[traumaticus]

[The docks are known to be the area of the petty criminals. Full of swarms of the miscreants and unwanted. So, clearly and optimal spot for hunting. He has long time ago already forsaken the idea of honor and grace, not caring anymore who crosses his path. The world had been covered in a black veil, covering every inch of light underneath it. The only color that Richard could make out through the darkness was none other than red.

Richard stalks the area next to water, listening the subtle waves licking against the hard stony pavement and pushing small boats against the wooden structures. There is calmness in his heart, the drums of war having quieted down. It's fine. It's not like he is heading towards the blood filled battlefield. No, he is currently in the forest, moving quietly in the shades of the tree looking for his next prey.

And oh, look at that. There's one lurking around the containers, stepping right into his vision.

The mismatched eyes looks Shinjiro up and down, sizing him up with his eyes. And just like the younger man, Richard could tell that he had seen him before. But unfortunately the memory that surfaces to his mind is not their brief conversation on the network all those months ago. No. It is much more fresh and recent. One where he saw the man serve someone else. Another Gnosia.]

I saw you before.

[drugsnotclubs]

Yeah? I'm usually around.

[Richard is right- Shinjiro had been serving others. Assisting most Gnosia he'd encountered and could, which was likely bad anough. But he'd been serving Dara as though she were his own personal sovereign and god. Always the priority, and with the most attention and fealty paid.

Even now, that was who he had in mind while out here hunting, and considering ways to lure people to her. But clearly his idea wasn't particularly unique.

Still, his stance is easy as Richard regards him. Unthreatened, despite the asymmetrical glances up and down. It's been harder for hunters to hunt-- of course a gnosia would be wary. And so he lifts a hand.]

...Gnosia, right? No worries, I'm with you guys.