[member="Nox"]
It had only been a few weeks, but already the sights and smells of the urban world have grown to heavily disgust Cen. There was an undeniable beauty to it all, with the flashing lights of neon haunting the dark backdrop like a city of billowing fireflies that floated through the cold dark. Yet, he could not shake the repulsive stench of sulfuric emissions and excrement that caked the lower underbellies of Coruscant. Subsequent to his descent, the odor did not trail with him, thanks in part to the new attire he had obtained to more effectively blend in with the local populous, but the stench remained firmly planted in his nose. He had begun to conclude that this stink would stalk him throughout the remainder of his waking life.
He strolled into the darkened alley, illuminated solely by the pale lights, ascended overhead between the bulks of the flanking buildings by stray chunks of winding wire that swung lazily in the heavy city breeze. It was here he once again began to sink away into the memories of his family, long lost past the point of his descent prior to training. Yet, as always, he would soon be snapped free, this time by the distinct sound of sprinting. It stood out beneath the wailing thunder of wild, hostile traffic by its air of urgency, clunking out of rhythm with the surrounding environment that granted its unique distinction that inadvertently caught Cen's attention.
There was a twang. "Is someone... shooting?" he questioned in curious thought. He crouched slightly, in the event that this somebody had a happy trigger finger and saw him as a loose end to rid of, and began to approach the alley that branched in the chase's current direction. It was growing closer, his concentration picking up on the party's quick approach. He swung underneath the protruding gutter of a building, a bar or shop of some sorts, and waited to catch a glance of the group as they would jump the alley gap between the structures. Except that is not what happened, not at all.
There was another twang and a woman collapsed from the architectural crevice, descending into the alleyway with a crash. She didn't seem to notice him, for he was shrouded by the building's shadow, and crawled to the wall for safety. Soon after, a trio soon passed the gap, and continued unknowingly on their chase. Cen noted the bolt that had pierced her leg and gently slipped a hand within his coat for his lightsabre. Kezeroth may have yet to impart the finer details of the craft, but he would be damned if he was just going to approach someone this suspicious empty-handed. He kept his hand firmly planted within the unzipped coat, clenched tightly around his blade's silvery hilt, and stepped free from the darkness to expose himself to the cityscape's brilliant array of flashing light.
"Mind explaing to me what that was all about?" he inquired.
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