The Japanese "invasion" of L.A (all are welcome to do as they please)

Breathing heavily Alexander Drake jumps in between two buildings fast continuing his stalking of prey he looks downward at a rather high up NSA agent who has some information that may help with gaining Japan its honor back and maybe get a new emperor into power one that will not hate him for being what he is.

Michael took a deep drag of the Los Angeles air, neon flecked silver eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he took everything around him in. Clenched between his lips as a simple unlit cigarette, one of those menthols that Michael had purchased with an id that he pulled from the corpse of a rather unfortunate woman, having taken here form and purchased them on a whim. He of course did not light it up yet, simply letting it sit between his lips, thinking over everything that had happened to him within the last week or so, when his children of all people had left the Isles. In fact the memory was fresher than he had wanted it to be, something that tore deeply into his memory and simply poked it’s head out when convenient.

”What’s to keep you from doing something like that to Shael?” Fera had roared at him, forcing these angry words through clenched teeth s she clamped fingers around her younger brothers wrist, red hair falling down her shoulders in long ringlets. He was on the ground however then, having taken a rather painful strike in the groin, courtesy of his angry daughter as she seemed to drag Shael further away, as he simply looked to Michael searching. Had he really said something like that to Silus, his brother and the child’s beloved uncle of all people. They had left however, even with the beginning to Michael had done, no, they wanted nothing to do with a psychopath like him.

With a flick of the left index finger, a pale flame would lick up the flash and at the end of the cigarette before dissipating. Michael took a deep drag of the smoke before letting it exhale through his clenched lips He was dressed simple today, within a white polo shirt and dark blue colored cargo shorts, one of those designer kinds that one had to buy from the preppy stores. His hair was messy, greasy in texture and eyes a bloodshot color, as if he had done nothing but ignore sleep and occasionally fall into bouts of emotional weakness. However he was doing one thing tonight, and that was trying to forget everything, giving into his Titan nature; enjoying life.

Walking from the abandoned alleyway, Michael took in a deep breath and walked along. Humans would walk around him, not even giving the rather handsome male the time of day, not within the state that he was. If cleaned up he was what one would call a stunner, but it was hard to stun when you did not look like you bathed for a week. Looking skywards he caught sight of something, someone that was running along the rooftops, a shadow that was perhaps following someone, or simply moving along in the City of Angels. Soon enough they would stop, looking down upon someone, which caught Michael’s waning interest slightly. Maybe they would offer some entertainment, for tonight atleast. So he slunk into the shadows of an alleyway, where no prying eye could see him and then ascended to the rooftop.

”Isn’t vigilantianism illegal in these parts, or are you something else entirely?” he wondered out loud, loud enough for the male to hear him.

Alex heard a males voice behind him on the roof and he got up and turned to look at the man.
"i'm not sure that it really matters for me kid" seeming nonchalant about the mans presence the NSA agent was starting to get away so Alex jumped off the roof in pursuit of the agent