Realistic or Modern The Supression Bureau and The Mistwalkers

[ScalpelsNSaws]

It was a busy morning in Frisco city, the tar plant workers shambled to work in long queues. Everyone blissfully unaware of the Mistwalkers amoung them, lurking in the fog of a fresh day... The time was 6 a.m, and most Mistwalkers would normally have been up for hours already...most anyway. The dusty badlands outside the city wasn't all wild dogs and hungry bears. It was teeming with what remains of outlaw gangs, like the Mistwalkers, they are being relentlessly hunted. The difference being the ones hunting the criminals are Pinkerton agents, and not homicidal monster hunters.

Petar hadn't slept at all, the Pinkertons were hot on his trail and it would be inconvenient for him to be arrested and have to escape jail this early in the morning, he was hungry. He had concealed himself as mist to avoid being seen, hanging in the fog he was pretty much invisible due to his light shade. One had stepped through him an hour ago and caused them to have a coughing fit. Once he was clear he re-materialised and moseyed into town wanting to grab something to eat.

 

[Jin137]

Ashley looked through her closet, trying to find a dress that would be seen as appropriate to the people around her. She put her hair up into a french twist and forced on her shoes, prepared to grab some food from a market stall discreetly, hoping she wouldn't be noticed. Her friends were going to a protest to attempt to change the laws so that women could have rights, so she thought that she'd join in.

As Ashley passed by stalls she took an apple, not noticing the policemen watching. They had begun to shout and run at her so she ran too, not wanting to use her power. She was beginning to tire and knew that she couldn't run for much longer. Luckily for her, she had ran to the more industrial side of town where the smog was denser and darker than elsewhere. She stood in a small alcove in a wall and faded into mist, hoping that the police would just walk past and not pay attention. Slowly floating towards a smoggier area. It had taken her what had felt like an hour but once she had felt safer, she materialized in a back alley close to one of the factories.