World Beyond Control [Sei,Mou]

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The soft sprinkling of rain was a welcome change to the sweltering heat that had been flooding the dome over the past month. Coupled with the humidity washing in from the sound and very little in the way of wind, on some days the suffocating temperature often felt like it soared into the hundreds. It was almost unbearable, which was probably the point. Keep the temperatures high and observe how it affected the masses, how it made the blood boil to the point where people got at each other's throats for no reason at all. While Mason was certainly no stranger to trouble, lately it seemed that these pointless fights had become something of a common occurrence for him, and as a result – perhaps to turn his aggression elsewhere – he was being sent out on more and more runs, whether it was to haul in food or just to bolster a scouting party. Whatever the reason, the man-made liger was more than happy to comply. The more time he spent away from being cooped up in the tunnels, the less time he had to spend reining in his hostility toward the more irritating of his ringmates. He liked to think his reputation for being entirely unapproachable preceded him, and a lot of the time it did, but there was always one or two – usually new – little bastards that loved to try is very limited patience just to see what he'd do. A cracked eye socket or a broken nose was often the answer.

A hand rose to ease through his rain slicked black hair, brushing it backward over his head and out of his golden eyes as they scanned the length of an alley ahead of him, his senses on high alert. He wasn't given all the details about this particular excursion, only that there was some suspicious activity out among the warehouses that needed to be investigated. His best guess was that it was something mildly important, important enough that it warranted a little more muscle than a standard scouting party but not so much that it needed a full fighting force. His broad shoulders moved in something akin to a shrug as he dismissed such speculations, he really didn't care. Any reason to be out in that refreshing rain was good enough for him. Marching forward, he wandered up the alley and down another, weaving his way through the labyrinthian network of old buildings in search of pretty much anything out of the ordinary. He had parted ways with the Lead Hunter a little while ago in order to cover more ground but did well to remain within a reasonable distance from his sightless superior. He knew that she could handle herself well enough in a fight, but with no solid intel on just what they were walking into, he felt better playing it safe instead of straying too far. If she needed backup, he wouldn't have far to go to help.

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Multiple reports of odd activity had come back to her, both from her own hunters as well as a few patrols hom she met up with as they returned. Unexplained things really, but nothing worth not looking into. She was actually quite frustrated that none of her brethren had really attempted to figure out what it was -- or rather -- what was this feeling of un-nerving that washed over you as you passed into the outer edges of the docks. She sighed lightly, more irritated than anything as she glanced to either side out of recent habit. It had been awhile since the Keepers had bestowed upon her the power of sight; she thought it them to take it away as it had made her too powerful. ( Though honestly it was more unstable, though she wouldn't admit that. )

She felt the other close-by, his sturdy form slinking through the alley as many feline shifters she knew, did. It wasn't like she felt uncomfortable going out by herself, but it was foolish to not have some type of back-up. She did the minimal thing and choose one of her larger shifters to accompany her, even though quite a few wriggled about in hopes they would get to come with her on patrol. She disliked playing favorites, and usually attempted to pick anyone she wasn't exactly familiar with - though honestly there were none of her Hunters she did not care for. They were the slightly closer of the Carna family to her, as it should be.

"Mason," she spoke his name, and yet didn't know why she addressed him directly when he was the only other person with her. "Anything?" she let her alto voice lilt a bit, arcing over the walls that separated them as she felt out with her touch as far as she was able. Straining her mind more-so as the pressure began to build in her head, her fists curled loosely was the only possible sign of discomfort from the Lead Hunter. She let her lips pull back as pearly whites seemed to glint of their own accord in the deary atmosphere. Her clothes began to suck to her skin like a second set as they continued, her hair that was usually un-tamed and fluffy now plastered to her skull and face. She lifted a hand only absentmindedly to part the hair on her nose.