Tadara had been preparing to leave the emporium. Some rare materials had come his way via the expansive market here but his attempt to negotiate with Diana had failed spectacularly. His black eyes would watch through his mask at all the people passing by here and there. Leading pointless lives and merely expanding upon their population of the dim minded. It was a pity to see them all so comfortable with a passive life. So content in their peace that it was beyond him how they survived in such a wicked world. Survival of the fittest was a thing of a different age. Something he personally missed. Of course he didn't care if they lived or died so long as the masses didn't affect his work. Which meant most of them would never know of him or his concoctions. Mitsukira thought she knew a little about him likely from their one encounter but she was hopelessly optimistic. Chen was hostile but could put that aside when he saw value. He just had to be approached differently. Or not at all. Diana however was an entirely different difficulty for him to overcome. She held value to him and would not easily give it up.
For now Tadara was in casual enough clothes to blend in. Black slacks with an untucked black button up shirt with the top button undone. His sleeves were long and buttoned at his wrist to conceal his arms and torso with a pair of black riding gloves. Even his shoes and long coat were black. Truthfully Tadara prefered the color for his failure at negotiations. Almost as if he were mourning the loss of his intended increase in his own value. He still wore a mask depicting a snarling panther however as he hid all but his white hair color. He could have dyed it but that took time and he doubted he would be doing anything of note for anyone to remember him. His black empty eyes hung deep within the black mask as he observed things here and there. Three bees would patrol around him unnoticed by the populace to track anyone following him. Which it appeared to be no one. Still Tadara was a cautious man. He wouldn't take chances such as assuming he was safe. Of course none of that mattered as the world was rocked by the appearance of the Indiana Kaiju. The city virtually torn apart.
Twenty minutes he had counted since the people had fled and began to evacuate. He had estimated the fall rate of the emporium with what he assumed were emergency secondary systems and came to the conclusion that there was plenty of time for evacuation. If this was a terrorist act as it appeared to be it was more dangerous in the masses that would likely be targeted than it was where he was standing. With a good view of Indiana from the rear. Its attention on those it was fighting. Which meant a lot of its genetic material was being left in its wake. Tadara would approach one such puddle and crouch down. His bees still patrolling around him despite the destruction in a hundred meter radius so he could run or hide if an unknown approached. Tadara would reach down and touch the substance with his gloved hand and raise it to eye level. Stretching it and finding no damage to his gloves...it was essentially bodily fluids but a slight adjustment to it....He would need to find a lab somewhere to actually investigate it further. Time however was a factor...he found himself wishing he had a second pair of hands.
For now Tadara was in casual enough clothes to blend in. Black slacks with an untucked black button up shirt with the top button undone. His sleeves were long and buttoned at his wrist to conceal his arms and torso with a pair of black riding gloves. Even his shoes and long coat were black. Truthfully Tadara prefered the color for his failure at negotiations. Almost as if he were mourning the loss of his intended increase in his own value. He still wore a mask depicting a snarling panther however as he hid all but his white hair color. He could have dyed it but that took time and he doubted he would be doing anything of note for anyone to remember him. His black empty eyes hung deep within the black mask as he observed things here and there. Three bees would patrol around him unnoticed by the populace to track anyone following him. Which it appeared to be no one. Still Tadara was a cautious man. He wouldn't take chances such as assuming he was safe. Of course none of that mattered as the world was rocked by the appearance of the Indiana Kaiju. The city virtually torn apart.
Twenty minutes he had counted since the people had fled and began to evacuate. He had estimated the fall rate of the emporium with what he assumed were emergency secondary systems and came to the conclusion that there was plenty of time for evacuation. If this was a terrorist act as it appeared to be it was more dangerous in the masses that would likely be targeted than it was where he was standing. With a good view of Indiana from the rear. Its attention on those it was fighting. Which meant a lot of its genetic material was being left in its wake. Tadara would approach one such puddle and crouch down. His bees still patrolling around him despite the destruction in a hundred meter radius so he could run or hide if an unknown approached. Tadara would reach down and touch the substance with his gloved hand and raise it to eye level. Stretching it and finding no damage to his gloves...it was essentially bodily fluids but a slight adjustment to it....He would need to find a lab somewhere to actually investigate it further. Time however was a factor...he found himself wishing he had a second pair of hands.
