Instrumental

Solita hung upside, her legs wrapped around a bar on a roof of a dimly lit warehouse. She stared down at the gang of people that sat at a table gambling cards or stood around chatting. Littered everywhere was different woman that Solita guessed people paid for their time there. Her eyes searched for a few moments for one person, until she found them. A man with curly blonde hair, dark green eyes with a turtle neck and jeans. He rubbed his face affectionately against a ribbon stick. Solita's stare turned into a deathly glare towards the man that was rubbing is face all over her ribbon stick. One of the woman that was chatting came up to him. "Ah~ The smell of sweat." She began. "Are you enjoying that dancer girl's hand sweat? Does it smell nice?" She teased. The man frowned. "First off it's not sweat it's perspiration. A natural thing. The water of the beautiful girl's body." Both the woman and Solita gagged. Solita had momentarily lost balance from swinging too far during her gagging, if she hadn't swung back to catch the bar her legs were on then hung back upside down again she would've fallen down below. Revealing herself and losing the wonderful view of everyone in the room. "Whatever boss." Said the woman, no longer interested in teasing him. "So what are we going to do next?" Solita slowly took out her gun and shot at the boss' hand. He quickly let go of the ribbon stick as he yelled in pain. The other people quickly looked up at the roof, only to find a blank spot where Solita once stood. "Search!" The boss ordered. The people immdiately listened to their leader's command. Once, a couple of them was right under Solita's new hiding spot she decided to jump down and stomp on them before fighting the rest. This however attracted more people. Solita decided to run a bit before fighting again, though it did take her some time to fight the people before she could grab her ribbon stick. When she did, she quickly took one of the small cars just lying around then drove it out of one of the cheaply made doors. What she left behind was simply a crowd of people yelling at her.
She drove the car until she came to a renting car place, there she simply abandoned the car before leaving the place and walking down the streets.

"Hah. Royal straight flush."

The men playing cards groaned, as Simon laid out the ten, jack, queen, king, and ace of spades on the table.

...Why Simon was among thieves, well, that's a story for another time, regardless of its importance or magnitude.. At the moment, the man was making a killing at omaha hold 'em. This small group was one of many in Esthar, who were discontented with the seemingly totalitarian rule of the Senate. Crime was the easiest way to resist. Simon had his reasons for being here.

Reasons that went up in smoke the moment Solita took her shot. Instantly, his Psycommu was on her, showing him her general position. In the chaos of the fight she started, Simon slipped off to the side, wirelessly starting one of the vehicles in the warehouse, even as he slipped into the trunk. This was the very same car Solita stole.

Once she stopped, Simon slipped back out of the trunk. He knew he was going to have to stop her. And had just the way to do it. Pulling a card from the sleeve on his belt, he slotted it into a device at his hip.

"Trick Cast!" The device announced.

(Trick Cast used. Four illusory copies created. -40 MP.)

In a moment, he closed the distance between them, as a whirlwind of colors encircled the young viera. Simon, the true Simon, was lost amongst four illusions of himself, which emerged from the now-vanished whirlwind. One held the Deling Jackhammer leveled at her, standing directly in front. Another had the Dragon's Heart drawn, standing to her right. Behind her, two Simons stood, rubbing together the metallic fingers of Death's hand, creating a grating metallic noise. The fifth leaned against the wall of a building to her left, lighting a cigarillo. If her nose is as keen as her ears, Solita would smell the distinct aroma of cloves and tobacco. There was no way to tell which Simon was the real deal.

"Okay... So, do you wanna tell my why you're interfering with my op?" The five SeeDs said, in unison.

Mystic was lost. Really lost. The mage was simply strolling through the city streets, just going where his feet take him. He knew nothing of a way out, nor was he able to find anything that interesting around here. His attention wasn't truly sparked by anything he was allowed to go to at the time. Mystic was soon deep in the city (at least, that's what he believed), and something he heard made him twirl in the direction of the noise. It sounds like...like...metal...grating metal! Mystic acknowledged. The boy's mind and body led him to wander closer to the noise. He soon peeped around a building and spied at what was going on. There was a bunny girl surrounded by five of the same people. Wait, 5 people that look exactly the same? This didn't add up to Mystic. It took him a bit of time to find out that the real man must've made copies of himself. He admired the man with a smirk as he watched from behind the building corner. But now, instead of admiring his illusionary tactics more, Mystic wondered whether to help the bunny girl or not. He pondered this while he watched to see what would happen.

Solita's walk was soon stopped by the sudden appearance of a colorful whirlwind. She would've if she wasn't curious about it. Soon, she was surrounded by five guys that looked exactly the same. She wouldn't have minded them much if it wasn't for the two that was making a horrible grating metallic noise. She gritted her teeth together as her eyes slightly twitched. I should've known that was too easy. She thought. Her grip on the ribbon stick in her hand tighten. If this was just a plain old one I would've let him keep it, but it's not. Her eyes slowly scanned each one of the guys. But...why go so far?
"Okay... So, do you wanna tell my why you're interfering with my op?" Said all five guys. "Interfering with your op? So I guess that means that your associated with that man." She tried to not show her hate when she said man, but to her this attempt sounded like it failed. She raised up hand holding the ribbon stick. "Did you come to retrieve this? You know I'm not going to hand it over so easily. I only stole what was mine in the first place." She paused. "Or did you come to punish me for stealing that car? If you want it so much you could just take it. I don't plan on stealing anything that wasn't stolen from me first again. I'm not a thief, besides I'm more of a motorcycle girl anyway."

Associated with him?" The shotgun-wielding Simon echoed.

At this, all five of them laughed.

"Only in the most basic sense of the word." The two behind her said, cracking their mechanical knuckles.

It would be horribly inaccurate to call Simon a friend of that man. At least, in truth. He played the part well enough, but, loyalty and companionship to the man was never intended. Simon was playing the criminal elements of the world against one-another, and, for good reason.

"The car isn't mine. Nor is that ribbon. I'm not concerned by either." Said the Simon wielding the crystalline blade.

And, that was true, as far as it went. He didn't care so much for what she gained, or why she did what she did. Only that she did it. It made things difficult for him. It's at this point that he smoking Simon spoke up.

"What bothers me is that you decided to come in and shoot up the place. I'm trying to get something done here, something important. Now, most likely, one of my few contacts is going underground. You've interfered with a well-laid plan."

Twirling the cigarillo about his fingers, before taking another long draw, he continued.

"Besides, dealing with their kind is dangerous business. I'd suggest steering clear, and avoiding having any business with them."

Mystic continued to peer around the corner. As he listened in on the convorsation quietly, he couldn't help think something bigger was going on in this city. The boy listened and learned they each had their own reasons to eb there. He looked behind him at the dim city streets, daydreaming slightly. The boy soon blinked and snapped out of his mojo, continuing to watch at what he thought was a safe distance, still gathering info before making his move. This is what Mystic had planned, and the boy was ready to do any nescesary actions.

(OOC: behold, one of the few people in the world who can't spell nescesary [or know how to] in his life.)

Solita listened to the guy in front of her talking. The Viera became very curious once she heard that he was not concerned about the ribbon or the car. Then what exactly is it? She thought.
"What bothers me is that you decided to come in and shoot up the place. I'm trying to get something done here, something important. Now, most likely, one of my few contacts is going underground. You've interfered with a well-laid plan." So that's why, Solita thought as she continued to listen to him. "Besides, dealing with their kind is dangerous business. I'd suggest steering clear, and avoiding having any business with them."

"Dangerous Business?" She asked, the young woman was curious again. "If it's dangerous then why isn't there any back up plan? If it's dangerous, then why was there not a stronger security? Here you are warning me or possibly threatening or both." She looked at the different guys surrounding her. "When you should be worried about yourself. Thank goodness for you I'm just an Entertainment girl with a possessiveness over her own things and not a cop." She paused as a small thought came into her mind. "There are cops here right?" Solita then looked around the area to try to see if there was one nearby, before waiting to hear the guy answer. "Or some sort of guard system?" The viera sighed a disappointing sounding sigh, now realizing just how important that question was and how she should've known this information before even coming to this world. She rubbed her forehead. "Idiot, how could you not know this before coming here?" She said softly to herself.