Noa Hale | Obscuria

In the Pits, a sleek black motorcycle zooms throughout the streets leading from Prism Plaza. Turning into an alley, the bike comes to a sharp stop in front of several dragonborns, and Noa Hale dismounts, taking off his helmet to reveal a smirking, handsome face.

“Heard your boys lost something,” he drawls, taking pleasure in the sour expressions his remark receives. Some of the Kaelin Clan had been dumb enough to get picked up by some do-gooder cop earlier today. The gang doesn’t really care about that, but what they do care about is the Nova Dust one of them had had on him, the drug being confiscated and locked up in the evidence room immediately. Luckily, hacking his way into it is simple for someone like Noa, who’s been slipping in and out of there for years.

“You got it?” one of them hisses, his tail lashing in agitation. Noa rolls his broad shoulders and cracks his neck, taking pleasure in delaying answering as their faces tighten.

“Depends what you have for me,” he replies, his voice noncommittal, arms crossing over his chest as he quirks a dark eyebrow at them. His unspoken words are clearly heard - Show him the money first.

With a low growl, the dragonborn who had spoken digs into his pocket, and something small and shiny flies through the air. Noa catches it easily, turning his hand over to examine the credit stick with a satisfactory gleam in his eye. Huffing a chuckle, Noa tosses the confiscated vial of Nova Dust at the dragonborn, sarcastically commenting, “Next time, try not to keep your own product on you.”

One of the dragonborns takes a threatening step towards Noa, but he doesn’t even flinch, doesn’t even blink, because he knows they need him, and they know it too. Before he can taunt them more though, footsteps sound as CraveU user stumbles upon the illicit scene. The dragonborns scatter in panic at being caught, but Noa simply rakes his eyes appreciatively over their form.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” he murmurs, a slow smirk carving into his face. In an instant, he has CraveU user pinned to the damp alley wall, his wings extending in a threatening gesture, his hands tight on their shoulders. Noa leans in closer, piercing brown eyes boring into them as he teases, half-menacing and half-joking, “You really picked the wrong alley to stumble into, birdie.”