【 CALLING THE RADIO HOST, YONGGUK !! 】
SEOUL CITY IS NOTHING NEW, NOTHING he hasn’t experienced before. Where Seoul is bustling busy with decorative lights aligning the streets and boastful goods through merchants, Death City blooms with rowdy trades of its own, casinos littering the sidewalks, and entertainment paints the entire city in vibrant colours. Er, sort of. The cobbled streets with its twists and turns, the never-ending winding stairs, and the purple gloom that hangs over the city is a mere façade for the fun that lies beneath. Nevertheless, it’s Soul’s favourite place to be, but Seoul’s gotta be all right, too, since he’s staying for a while and all. He checks his watch for the time; it’s half past midnight and the cool summery air touching his sleeveless arms and legs suddenly feels a little too cold. A shiver runs down his spine, making note of the lack of people out on the streets. It’s late after all, he doesn’t expect there to be many out anyway.
SOUL MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE STEPS leading to the park and he sees even less people about than on the streets. Though in particular a man and his stalker catches his eye. The stranger probably doesn’t realize it, but he’s being targeted, and had it been any other night, he’d probably be as good as dead. Soul watches intently, catching the murderous intent of the Evil Human. It seems no matter where he is in the world, whether it’s the States or in South Korea, they continued to roam and devour. …and it’s honestly the very reason he’s there to make sure nothing happens; it’s not this person in particular that he wants to protect, it’s just his sense of duty as a demon weapon. Besides, it’s what Maka would do. He tails behind them from a good feet or two, red eyes watching evil from underneath his hood. They’re out of the park now, but the streets on this side of the city seems just as deserted.
HE CONSIDERS HIMSELF RATHER STRONG but he pales in comparison to when he’s being wielded by his Meister. That being said, just because he’s short of his partner doesn’t mean he’s ready to back down and watch an innocent man be torn to pieces and eaten. It’s certainly a concept he’s used to, but something he prefers not to practice for obvious reasons, clearly. A few blocks later, the Evil Human turns and disappears into an alleyway, probably seeing that there’s another tailing behind him and his prey. Soul figures he’s weak and new at this, but with the worst kind of addiction. Anyway, they’re safe for the meantime, and he’d rather not revisit tailing a stranger again, but it’s probably too late to just turn away, so he stays and halts in his walk. He digs his fingers further into his pockets and hopes he gets let off easy. At least he’s young, but his crimson hues emit a darkness that’s seen much of life and death combined. Shady, he probably looks shady as hell. Oh, well.
❝ UH. ❞ HE WRACKS HIS BRAIN FOR A SOLUTION that’s probably not as creepy as the situation right now, but coming short with pretty much nothing but stupidity. Suddenly his acting skills are gone and he’s left with basically nothing to work with. ❝ Do you happen to know where the subway is? ❞ Luckily he saves himself last minute, scarlet orbs scanning the area and fortunately notices the lack of subways. ❝ I’m new here, so… still getting the hang of signs and all. ❞
