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11-13-2014, 11:31 PM
Ritsuka
The security officer never noticed that his com was gone, as he turned to move down the street. Moments before, a smaller figure within a tan cloak has slipped by him, and picked it off of him with ease. "To easy" a voice came from under the hood, before the figure turned off down an ally. Reaching up, the hood was pulled off, to allow a long ponytail of deep gray hair to slip out into the breeze. The front of said hair falling into ruby eyes, as they looked down at the small device in black gloved hands. It was not the com itself that was of interest, no it was the parts inside. A light smile tugged at the male's lips, though few would guess he was truly a he at first glance. He carried a trait of all his people, within a slim and feminine elegance.
Lengthy and with looks that could rival even the most beautiful of many races, Crysalians were ones to live up to their looks. The one here was indeed male, one of eighteen years. His name was Ritsuka, though he often went by the nickname and codename of Ritz. No last name, not that anyone knew of anyways, and none he was inclined to give out at this time. He had been erased from most systems, which had also labled him as a ghost in many cases. A phantom thief, spy, opportunist, genious...he had been called many things, none of them he really thought to much into. He was what he was. Turning over the small device, he waved a hand over the back of it. As if by some magic, the little machine began to undo itself, taking itself apart bit by bit. It was no magic, it was what was known as using the force.
He had been able to do such things for awhile now, training himself to use these things, since he had never really had anyone to teach him. Not like he could just go out and ask for a teacher, besides, he was not the type to do to well with authority anyways. He hated to be underestimated and looked down upon, and it was at times because of his looks, that just that happened. He found what he was looking for, a small chip that served as the motherboard for the little com. Another smile tugged at his lips. That was what he needed. "Hey, you! Stop right there!" Ritsuke turned to see the security guard coming back, seemed he had noticed finally. To late for him, Ritsuke turned and took off down the ally. Another trait of his people, were their skills in speed and acrobatics or agility.
Many of his kind were famous performers for this reason, they could effortlessly pull off stunts that would be far to difficult for others. Natural instinct perhaps, able to move with one's surroundings and think on their feet. It was a natural part of his personality, and being one of the weilders of the force seemed to help as well. A large tanker ship pulled out infront of him on the street, transporting goods. Jumpping, he placed a hand on top of the truck, before twisting his body to polvault himself over it. The guard stopped, seeming surprised at this, but Ritsuka did not stop to thank him for his awe. As soon as boots hit the ground on the other side, he was off before the truck even finished pulling away.
Down another ally, over a blockade fence and off down another street. He had been casing these streets for awhile now, so getting out of there was of little effort. Finally slowing down, he glanced at the chip within his hand. "Perfect.." his hand closed around it, now all that was left, was to go back to the camp. This would make an edition to his little project.
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