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Arc snapped out of his thoughts and slowed as he approached the counter, recognizing a voice nearby, but not realizing exactly who it was right away. He knew a lot of people, some of them not exactly nice. Hell, some of them he owed money. So Instead, he simply ordered his drink and waited casually until it was ready. As he picked it up and took a sip, he turned in the direction of the earlier voice, and it was then that he looked up.

~It's Miss-Independent!~ For a brief moment Arc was confused at Whisp's words, but then it clicked. Holy shit it's the blind girl. Arc's eyes shot open as a jolt of realization hit him, but what might have been a gasp was quickly lost as he choked on his coffee. Shit! He crouched and dropped to one knee, placing his drink on the floor beside him in calm panic before covering his mouth and trying to forcefully stop himself from coughing loudly, almost instantly horrified at the idea of causing a scene in public. ~You are an embarrassment.~ ~Shut...up..~

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Arc's gaze flicked up towards the card the woman held toward him, cringing inwardly at her kindness. Couldn't it have been a mean blind girl at least? He felt absolutely rotten, and was suddenly thankful she couldn't see whatever expression was on his face in that moment. He caught the card as she dropped it and watched her leave the alley, half worried for her despite not even knowing her, and half glad she was back in the light where she belonged. For a moment before she went out of sight, Arc was reminded of another girl but with white hair, however it was gone as fast as it came.

"If I live to see tomorrow I'm going to have to make it up to that one." He spoke to no one in particular as he pocketed the card and pushed himself to his feet, but the hiss in his mind answered. ~If you want to do that, you better think of a way to make that money. Less moping, more doing.~ Whisp had a point. He couldn't exactly repay her if he was dead, now could he? Still, he couldn't bring himself to ask the girl for the money he needed by nightfall. He refused to be absolutely prideless. Nah, he'd find another way. This was the city of opportunity, after all.

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Arc shrank to the side and suddenly moved past the woman, taking care not to bump her, so that she was between him and the street. Frankly after this whole interaction he wanted nothing more than to curl up in a hole.
"No.. uh, I'm sorry.." He bowed his head as he spoke, but then realized she couldn't see it anyway. "If you move away from my voice, you'll be back on the street.." He had to fight to keep his voice clear, cringing inwardly at himself. "Five steps.. I'm really sorry, I hope you have a.. better day."

He turned away and leaned against the wall before sliding down to sit on the ground, his head dropping to rest on his knees. He was going to need to think of a new plan, he was too weak for this mugger shit. ~You are a failure as a criminal.~ ~I'm a failure as a human, actually. Dick-head.~

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~This is your fault, kid!~ Arc narrowed his eyes as the hiss sounded in his mind, it's weight heavier than usual as he ran along the rooftops. He licked the cut on his lip and tried to ignore the pull on his limbs, fighting against it as if he were a marionette fighting his strings. ~Piss off~ Arc slowed as he approached the edge of the building and peered down at the road bellow. He had a day to come up with the money, but that was fine. That was plenty of time. ~No, It's not. I should kill you before they do.~ Arc frowned as the hiss spat at him, feeling suddenly very, very tired. ~Well, what do you suggest then, dick-head?~

As if in response, the pull in his mind strengthened and Arc felt his focus drifting sharply. His pupils began to glow as Whisp snatched the reins, and with a smirk Arc jumped off the edge of the building into the narrow alley bellow. ~If we need money, we take money. You're a VILLIAN, moron!~ Arc approached where the alley met the street and gave in to Whisp's influence, feeling himself sink deeper as they paused in the shadows. ~There, the well-dressed lass. Best she get a scare now than later, being so open... and I bet she has something of worth.~ Arc hesitated at the idea of scaring a woman, but Whisp didn't give him a choice.

Before he knew it he had shot out his arm from the shadows and grabbed hold of her forearm as she stumbled in his direction from a collision, gently but firmly pulling her into the alley and out of sight of the street. As he released her he planted his arm on the wall to block the way back to the street with his body.
"Drop anything you value less than your life."

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A lean figure ran lightly across the rooftops like a fleeting shadow in the night, hurtling itself over the gaps between buildings with reckless abandon. Fitted black combat gear helped him blend into the darkness, paired with a wide hood that obscured his face, and more importantly, the locks of bright white hair that would have otherwise given his presence away immediately to prying eyes. Behind the figure was what seemed like two tails tipped with clawed hands, occasionally swinging ahead to grab a ledge and propel the man up and over onto the next roof whenever he jumped short of his goal or the next roof proved too high.

As Arc neared the area he would find his target in he slowed his headlong approach and began to creep along with more care, ducking low in the shadows and avoiding the edges where he might be seen from an upper-floor window. His current job was an unusual one, but he took it just as seriously as any other, more so because of his clients than the lack-luster pay they could offer him for it. In reality the money they offered would only tide him over for a day or two at best, but he'd always been a push-over for women and they knew it.

Arc had a few contacts scattered throughout the city that tossed him jobs here and there or sent stray clients his way. His current clients had been strays, just three normies working in the entertainment district, but the fact that three different women wanted the same man killed had piqued his curiosity. Perhaps that had been his mistake, after all he was no vigilante, but after being fed drinks and listening to their stories he had soon found himself wanting the guy to bite it, too. He had never been a fan of pretentious pricks, less so when they left a trail of misery and broken hopes.

~Wait..~ Whisp's warning snapped him from his thoughts as he paused and ducked lower in the darkness, remaining still as he listened for a few moments before he slowly peeked over the low wall along the edge of his building's roof. On the next building over he could make out another figure in the night, but it was too dark for him to get a good look at them or even determine if it was a man or woman. He could however make out the glint of the rifle trained over the lip of the roof, and as he followed it's direction he quickly realized he now had a problem, emphasized by Whisp's hiss in his mind. ~They're stealing our pray!~

Less concerned with who got the target as Whisp was, Arc slipped behind the low wall and crept like a cat in the opposite direction the figure was facing, quickly having Wisp pull him over the gap between their buildings and onto the opposite side. He was making his way slowly toward the figure from behind, moreso out of curiosity and mischeviousness than any malicious intentions, when he heard the muted sound of the gun go off and paused. Judging by the quiet crackling responce of the person's coms he figured it was safe to assume his Target had been offically snatched out from under him, and he gave a brief moment of silence for his wallet before shifting to move once more, but that was when his luck abruptly ran out.

Suddenly, he found himself looking down the barrel of the rifle. ~Oh PERFECT, a bitch with a gun!~ Arc blinked and realized Whisp was right, the figure on the rooftop was indeed a woman now that he was closer and she was facing him, but if anything that made him feel like this was an even worse position to be in.
"Woah woah," Arc kept his voice soft and light, raising his hands up beside his head with his palms out toward her as he carefully stepped to the side out of the shadows and into what dismal light there was on the rooftop. "Easy there, I mean no harm." He leaned his head back and let his hood fall off to reveal his face, giving her an apologetic smile despite the loaded gun pointed at him. "If he's dead that's good enough for me, promise. All yours. The creep ain't worth it anyway."

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"Cause I'm a bitch~" High above the streets on the roof of a nearby building a figure was skipping along the edge carelessly, singing along to the electropop blasting from a pair of bulky silver headphones hanging around his neck. "Get in loser for the.. JOYRIDE~" As the song ended, Arc spun on his heel with his back to the edge and tossed his arms out to either side. Closing his eyes, he leaned back and felt the pull of gravity and empty space bellow, followed by the whoosh of wind as he let himself fall.
He dropped through the air and twisted his body like a cat until he was looking down at the ground as it rushed up to meet him, but the emotion on his face was far from what you would call fear. Rather, his crimson eyes seemed to almost glow with excitement and a wide grin was plastered to his face as he fell.

As he came within seconds of hitting the sidewalk, two red wing-like constructs shot out from his lower back and slammed into the ground to catch him midair. However it was so last-minute that as he jerked to a stop, Arc's head snapped forward and collided with the sidewalk. Albeit not as hard as he would have without the wings catching him, it was still hard enough that for a moment, not a single thought would form in his head. The wings then dropped him onto his stomach and after a moment he slowly got to his feet with a grunt.
"You're an absolute dickhead, you know that?" Arc hissed under his breath and touched his forehead gingerly, scowling as it came away bloody. Granted, it wasn't enough that his bangs wouldn't hide it, but that wasn't the point. ~Be grateful, the only reason you're not braindead by now is because I don't want to be trapped in a hospital bed.~ A hiss echoed through his mind as one of the wings stretched up to slap him across the back of the head hard enough to make him stumble. ~Not that you have much brain to begin with...~

Arc swiped the edge of his shirt over his forehead and quickly fixed his bangs before sighing and deciding to just leave it at that. He was too tired to argue with Whisp today, and now he had to deal with a ringing in his ears to top it all off. He gave his head a shake to try and clear it a little before adjusting his headphones and heading up the sidewalk in search of something sweet, the red wings seeming to retract under the back of his shirt and vanish from sight as he paused outside of a convenience store window.

From this angle he could see the man behind the counter inside, and an amused smirk appeared on Arc's face as the man struck a pose, likely thinking he was alone.
"Hah, cute." Arc chuckled and headed into the store with a skip in his step, raising his eyebrow as his ears picked up a rush of movement from the direction of the counter. He pulled his gaze from the shelf of sweets as he passed and looked up towards the till when he heard the usual wage-slave greeting, but then he slowed to a stop, tilting his head to the side slightly and regarding the other man with a look that was half amusement, half really?.
"You must be so glad I'm not your boss, eh?"