Unrelenting Avarice (Aivee) [Fight Night]

Europe. That's where he had found her trail; like strands of raging flames, he had followed the traces of her path. And he had looked for those elusive tints of red, the ones that only she wore. The human had not necessarily trouble, but a lot of hesitance coming to such a place. His chest was hurting, as if there was something in him that called out to this world. The demonic aura was oppressive; and even now, Milostrad was in a high rate hotel, his silver-green hair unusual, along with his asian like traits of his bone structure, that made him look.. very feminine. What's more is that he stood out easily; the shabby like goat with the fur on the top, the deep red t-shirt underneath it, the one dog tag around his neck, and the worn out jeans. In fact, many were muttering about the stray mutt; how it wouldn't be surprising if he was killed. But the green eyes he held; that's what made them recoil. Why? Because they were the eyes of a killer; of someone that had no hesitation to do whatever was needed to find their path. Milostrad was like that; lost. And that's what he remembered a name as.. The Lost. It was in some sort of.. tournament maybe? In fact, he heard a lot of voices muttering about how they felt strange around the absentee champion; it was strange for him too. But whatever, his contact was meant to be here, under the guise of an engagement.

Well at least, he was supposed to. But Milostrad's instincts were clamouring that.. something was wrong. It was like a dog's instinct; his steps led him towards a gentleman of some sort. The male stood, his gaze watching this man intently, standing about five feet away from him. But his head moved somewhere else, hearing noises, and more things. Tch. Too many people here; this man was a likely target as any. But he didn't hesitate; the male tapped the other's shoulder, as if to grab his attention. ''Hey. Can I talk to you outside?'' he said simply, not even a pre-amble or something. Milostrad knew he might have to get violent to get what he wanted; but he would ask for the information, either people liked it or not. After all, he was on the trail of her; he wanted to see her face, to feel her touch.. anything. The one that saved him, the one that gave him a purpose; he needed to find her, and he even went deep into enemy territory to do so. In fact, Milostrad held no alliance anymore; all he wanted was her. And yet.. he still couldn't find her, as he waited for the response of the man he had accosted. After all, this man was alone, facing away from everyone.. so it made sense that Milostrad came to a man like him. Someone that not interacted with others, but kept distant and watched. That was the kind of person he sought out. And maybe he'd get an answer.

But not like Milos wasn't ready to force it if needed.

Milostrad wasn't stupid; there was something off about this man. That innate sense of alarm ran off in the male's mind; but he breathed out, and let nothing bother him. Many of the chattering humans were actually phased out by the male, not out of heartlessness but rather as a means of protection. His silver-green gaze, much like the unusual shade of his hair, were simply waiting. Now, if one wanted to play a waiting game with Milostrad, eventually he would win. Why? Because his patience was unlimited; in a way, it was almost impossible to wait out the male. He wasn't a persistent stalker either; but he wasn't someone that would just give up despite the lack of a quick response. So he stood there, hands in his jacket's pockets, waiting for the male to answer the question and tap he had offered. For Milostrad, that was no big deal; waiting was a part of life in fact. But the male turned around, and offered the male a smile he knew well; the sort of smile that people wore to cover up their annoyance, in order to be proper. That was the type of people that hid their true selves, and were unable to be blunt with their feelings; that or they were angling for a certain purpose to themselves, entirely losing who they were.. or rather, trying to hide the darkness they had. The human's eyes flickered to the man, taking in his suit, and the very unique hat, he had forgotten it's name, and then the features. Green hair, slitted eyes that had a gleam of green; and that fake smile.

The male didn't even acknowledge the statement; or rather showed no outward sign of it, as he simply turned on his heel, and made his way towards the door. However, he had the decency to move his head towards which exit he would take, as a warning sign. The chatter boxes would keep talking, but male just let his strides be slow and steady; he didn't want to seem like he was rushing after all. His hand pushed on the door, and suddenly a rush of fresh but polluted air flew out towards him. He eased out a breath; even though it was so full of smells he had never thought of smelling in Japan, this air wasn't so bad. The male had taken the door to the back alley, since it was the best of places; with enough ground room to maneuver, but not enough to use wider weapons, it made it a spot that Milostrad could use if it got bad. The male still had his hands in his jacket pockets, as he leaned under the only lamp that was out in the alley. Some of his hair fell over one eye, as he waited, letting that patience factor play again. Once the other had come, if they did come to the alley with him, the male would push himself off the alleyway wall, and just tilt his head. ''I was supposed to meet someone. Their cover was an engagement to be done soon. He's late. Know anything about them? If not, know anything about a red-haired girl, named Mikazuki.''

That was all he wanted; however, Milostrad knew.. that something was off. Possibly why he had isolated them from others; to centralize what that feeling was.. and to take whatever measures he needed just in case.

In between the time that it took the demon to arrive, the light bulb winked out; and his eyes were shifted. There, he wouldn't be caught off guard now. The silver-green haired male watched the other, the way they moved; cautious? Rather, the male had waited, patiently; and that other had come. His questions? Elicited a bit of changes; and in Milostrad's gut, he understood. That's he could smell it; death, blood, whatever people called it. It was a smell he knew well, almost too well. It was almost stuck within his nostrils and mind, able to be remembered so easily by a simple flicker; therefore he realized his instincts might have been right to pick out this one. But which instincts? That was the better question that bothered the male's mind. In fact, he was almost certain that it was his fighting ones; but he couldn't be sure since he got a lead a bit on what happened to his contact. Rather.. the male's words were for food of thought. The pool? He had been there earlier; there were the human forces, pulling out the body. But.. he hadn't seen the body. That was perhaps one of the points that this one was trying to make. Those eyes of his, defiant, narrowed. Yes, this was taking a sharp, dangerous turn, as the other began to speak once more. In fact, this time, the other was questioning his bond to her; and that, for a second, would've made anyone see red.

And yet, Milostrad didn't even twitch; the fact that the other was trying to fish for the information? Didn't bother him what so ever. He cared nothing for his own person. ''She saved me. I have to pay back that debt.'' he said simply. That was the extent of their relationship; she had saved him, trained him, took care of him; taught him the world, taught him the chi he uses, taught him well... how to live again, after the catastrophic events of back then. The city that no longer existed; that not even Shadowfall was to blame for. The elusive title of Il-re, the Champion of Ryng ; all of these things were tied to the man right there, despite him knowing it or not. But those didn't matter to him in the end, as he was saved by the girl of fire hair, named Mikazuki. The one person that had taken his worthless, scattered existence and put it together; she had helped create the system that kept the other part of himself down. ''She told me to find her after a certain time.'' he added, leaving just that. Perhaps this had been the wrong person to ask; for some reason, Milostrad had the instinct that he should leave. Like there was something wrong here; that was just an instinct, and not one he had to listen to. He did hope what he had said was enough information for the other to respond or give an idea of something. After all, Milostrad might not trust him, but he had an idea that he wouldn't lie fully to him.. all lies were uncovered in time as well.

At least, if he could make it out before something happened.