@aphasic :
Very few men could look the Enigma in his canary pupil's and reach the part of him that fueled his heroic endeavors. The futuristic world which was described poetically by the stoic soldier gave Ronin brief visions of what it would be like if his world had succumbed to writing their own extinction, there had already been plenty of events on a global scale. In a systematic fashion zealous extremist sought to eliminate entire species' and the events started to become frequent, the damage more widespread.
Falcon's eyes were trained on the man's soul , and there was a brief silence that created a tension almost as thick as the fog that filled the park . The tension melted a few seconds later as the Paper Ronin stepped from the shadows fully, coming face to face with the German War Machine who stood there with a stance that said he was deadly. Falcon had already analyzed the soldier and assessed his threat level, he already mentally noted the man's ability to sense him , and already listened to the man's heartbeat to see if he was lying. The Half-Moon Hayabusa completed his cerebral sensory analysis in milliseconds, but the suit of his was gathering energy frequencies from the Sentinel's personal aura and somehow deemed it honorable and trustworthy. The ancient weapon system which was created by gods, and attached to Falcon has had many previous holders who were all great warriors , and from it's centuries of experience is able to act as a "Truth Sensor" for the wielder to use.
Even with no doubt of the man's sincerity , the Paper Ronin pulled out a thin card that displayed various algorithms and energy readings on its holographic surface. He held it up to the man and a grid wave harmlessly cascaded the soldier vertically and horizontally before it bleeped and collapsed into the dimension vault of the Nile Flux. From the Ronin's wrist a small scarab came through his skin ,leaving no injury as it walked into is palm and closed it's fluttering wings to become a petrified object of mystically enhanced robotics that seemed to be made from the finest minerals and advanced technology. He tossed it at the man's feet and fell back into the shadows all in the same moment.
" We can use that to communicate. I've got to go. I smell a vampire....." His words seemed to hang in the air before fading as if he was becoming more distant in only a matter of seconds. Falcon had already left the meeting , and was now heading down the cobblestone streets of the Port city , turning into a dark alley. The moon glistened off of the Shadowstalker's silver katana as he walked with no sound at all, only letting his blade sing.
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