A Mysterious Person ( CEREZA )

WAITING.

So, a lot of the members of The Titans were scattered. A lot of them perhaps ran for the hills following the apparent petty ass challenge ensued by the Lightning Gang worms. With the absence of both Hattori boys, the gang almost immediately collapsed from the inside with no true leadership and organization. Was it unfortunate? No. It was good. It needed to happen. At first glance, The Titans weren't much to look at, and in all honesty their insides fell in junction with their outsides. Perhaps this was the best thing for them at the time, a complete and total reboot. A chance for the brothers to regroup, recon, and attack the correct way. The eldest Hattori boy, Ty, believed its construction was a hasty move, though he admired his brother's resolve and determination. Musashi had power within himself, but at the moment he lacked the leadership, charisma, and guidance to absolutely maintain that tower standing strong. The Titans were merely dormant, not disbanded. As long as their rebellious souls remained attached to this hostile world, The Titans could remain. They were a fortress. Perhaps a part of their defenses were chipped away, but no offensive could pierce through their steadfast souls. Together, they were the fire that'd ignite this city. Two fires from above and below. The Fire from the Sun met with The Flames of Hell. Their story would eventually ring through the Heaven and snake through Hell, and their mother and even their father could rest easy, knowing they'd pacified FATE. Most people argued that going against the currents of Fate would ultimately result to a death sentence. That it was reckless to even attempt to fight it. But... What the fuck was recklessness to those Hattori boys? They always were too stubborn for their own well beings. 

Ty lied in absolute blissful silence in the grass a few yards behind where his little brother sat. His black frames were off of his face, folded neatly resting carefully on his chest. Both of his hands were propped up behind the back of his head, utilized as a pillow and barrier as the soft, emerald-shaded grass pressed gently against the backs of his hands. His hazel irises hid easily behind his pale eyelids, allowing them to rest easy. The air was cool, but not its usual New York piercing ice. It actually wasnt a bad day. Still nippy, nonetheless. A soft breeze whipped across his face, carrying a few strands of his hair to the right side of his face, but he remained unfazed. The rest was marvelous, and the sun had shifted in just the right spot, allowing him to bathe in its rays carelessly. A soft sigh escaped his lips as continued to sit there in silence, listening to his brother talk to himself. He felt no impulse to respond, realizing his little sensitive brother probably had a lot on his mind. Let it race like a marathon, little brother. But be easy, knowing that they had only just begun, and their ambitions would eventually come to fruition. Ty's own mind raced and pulsed. That's how it always was, but still there was a nice calm in the atmosphere that he was able to soak within.

The silence would naturally be too good to be true, of course as another unfamiliar voice danced through the air. Snapping the dark haired Hattori boy from his half-nap. His eyes remained closed as an annoyingly robotic voice shattered their peace, responding abruptly to Musashi's remark. Ugh... Go away. Just go the fuck away.

"Maybe you should just get up and seize it. It's better to know and be disappointed than to never know and always wonder."

What? His eyes opened slowly, refocusing upon the world. Another sigh escaped his lips, this one with a very blatant and distinct pattern of annoyance. His head turned over to get a better look at the disturbance. The hazel irises fixed upon a little bird. A little talking bird. First all of the scumbags get super powers, and now little talking animals. Ty obviously realized though it were mechanical and not a real bird.Though hard to tell from a distance, the vocal patterns emitted from the device gave away that it were no 'ordinary' bird, mainly due to the slight distortion that generally accompanied the projection of a voice through a speaker box, undoubtedly installed somewhere in the bird. Unless it were just some type of magical being. In that case, everything he knew about this world was a god damn lie.

"Musashi Hattori. Titan leader. We meet once more. I've been looking for you. Lost in a sea of thoughts I imagine?"

So Sushi-boy knew whoever was behind the device. The Devil's curiosity couldn't help but bring him to wonder who their little visitor was, but at the same time he remained conflicted:

"Oh, fuck off, bird. No one asked for your 'wisdom'"

A clear sarcastic shot at the device before shifting his head forward again, allowing his eyelids to shut. Wouldn't you be a bit grumpy too having your trance cut short? How did they know this just wasn't some good old fashion family bonding time they were interrupting? Rude, right? No matter. Ty's off putting attitude could remedy that as he fired off almost immediately with his icy, blunt demeanor. This just wasn't a good time to play around with a Hattori. Tensions were high with The Titans after all.

"From what I see, your still looking for me because your not here.... I don't talk to ghost."

Even Musashi was grumpy. Though grumpy Musashi was a lot nicer than grumpy Ty. But when they were grumpy in the same vicinity it generally caused another World War. Ugh. Whatever. His mind automatically traced back to that little tweety bird. So what was the story? Who was behind it? Make it quick. His interest level was dwindling, and Musashi's was probably even worst.