Trench coat splayed out behind him, Ed leapt across the expanse between buildings, landing in a tight crouch before twisting into a run again. Reaching the edge of this rooftop, he stopped, letting his breath and heart-rate catch up to him. As he cast his gaze down towards the alleyway below, he pushed two fingers into the crook of his wrist, feeling his pulse-rate.
He pulled the exploding book from his jacket pocket, the papers bound together by elastic bands and paper-clips, keeping strands and crunched corners tightly packed into the small leather case. Scrawled into the cover with a compas and some dayglo pens were the words "Neon Bible".
He smiled to himself as he flicked through the pages, trying to find information from the fragment's he'd gleened in his research. For all intents and purposes, the Arthurian Myth's had been repeated across the Modern world. Avatar's taken up to find mythical objects re-created in today's society, as well as ideas and bands brought together through reknewed interested in these ideals.
Mod's had taken up the fashion again, with the popularisation of Indie music and culture, the majority of them donning the colour Red. Flicking towards the back of his book, the manical scribblings involving the parallels between modern Mod's, and the colour Red, Ed had managed to link them together to be Modred. The son of Morgan Le Fey, an enemy of Arthur, her son being his enemy as well, thus making them his enemy.
He shook his head from side to side slowly. Sometime's it didn't make sense. A lot of the time it didn't make sense, but he'd make it fit. He had to at least try. He replaced the book inside his coat pocket and took a few steps back, running towards the edge of the building and leaping across. He followed the sounds of the city, car alarms and window ledge cracks from shut fenestrations. He finally stopped on the ledge of a building a few blocks from where he had last stopped.
Below was a manifestation of the city gone wrong, of nature trying to exhert itself over the urbanised environment Mankind had created for itself. A swirling mass of rubbish, coke cans and newspapers made a gaudy face, metal and meat made it's body, with claws of hypodermic needles and discarded knives.
A Fury. The rage of the city, and the reason why Ed had developed and stolen the Haptic technology. To keep him safe from these things while he did his work.
And his work was beating it up.
((OOC: If people want to join in on the violence, please do!))
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