When the daytime drew to a close and made way for the moon's reign over the sky as it did every day, so did the Tokyo Strip close down its door, most likely fearing the possibility of an attack on part of the demons that were known to roam unpopulated areas of night-time Endymion. The smell of traditional incenses and fish-related foods still somewhat lingered in the air, left as a reminder of the fact that traditional japanese festivities were held in this part of the district every single afternoon. Tonight, however, this part of Little Tokyo would be host to a different kind of event, an event that involved a criminal and a wolf.
"A burglar has been repeatedly breaking into our restaurant at night and stealing money from our vault. We already make little money as it is, we don't want this scoundrel leeching off of our lifeline. The police say they can't find anything, but I don't believe them, and the cadets are far too important to ask. I managed to get a glimpse of her last night: She has neck-length black hair, brown eyes and a circular burn mark right below her chin. I don't care what you do with her, just make her stop stealing our money. Payment will be handled in bitcoin, but we don't have much to offer. Contact me and I'll give you the restaurant's address."
Every day, finding vigilante work became harder and harder for Selenus, as the cadets were admittedly doing a good job of keeping more important criminals at bay. Small-time criminals, however, were still fair game, and Selenus had made a habit of getting his next target from the Deep Web. Of course, he was incredibly specific in which joobs he took, with the prime unbreakable priority being whether or not the target was a criminal. This meant that Selenus only took pleas for help from victims, not requests for an accomplice from criminals disguised as "hit jobs"; It was easy enough to convert the bitcoins into real currency.
Sure enough, a shadowy figure had
been creeping its way into the previously mentioned restaurant for the past few weeks. The owner of the restaurant knew perfectly well that he couldn't stand up to a criminal, especially one that's probably armed, without throwing away his life; this is why he called for help on the deep web rather than try to confront her himself. Selenus, however, had no clear way of knowing this, which is why he would spot the target and observe it closely for proof of the crime befre actually taking any sort of irreversible action. If he did anything to an innocent person... yeesh...
Before begginning, Selenus always made it a habit to ensure that his systems were all online and fully operational. It wouldn't do to find out that a driver has been disabled this whole time and have to reboot it manually while in the middle of a fight, that would be severely atention-dividing and dangerous for the robot wolf. He would begin by checking that all his drivers were activated: check. All limb motors and extremity motors at 85% operability or higher: Check. Internal CPU operating with 60% or more free space of RAM: Check check check! Alright, everything was ready to go, now all that was left was to... well... go!
No, wait wait wait... there was one thing missing. Now that Selenus had awakened to his persona, he had an additional tool of his trade at his disposal. He invoked the chains that summoned his persona and bit down, but didn't quite summon his battlebrother Fenrir. Instead, this invocation was done so as to summon his mask, his terrorist disguise: Ragnarok. Since his line of work already involved being sneaky and remaining anonymous, Selenus AKA Ragnarok figured that a magical disguise that prevented him from being recognized would be infinitely useful. Thus, he donned it with pride, comfort and utility.
The black fiery wolf took his first step into the Little Tokyo district and basked in the relaxing sight that was a night-time district that wasn't as exaggeratedly crowded as Vista Square or Suzie Q. While he didn't mind the tinnitus - in fact, strangely enough the sounds of crowds relaxed him - the sounds of nature had always been a top favorite of his. He could listen to them all day, and he probably would if he wasn't so freaking busy trying to free his father from captive prison. Regardless, Selenus would gather his thoughts and step deeper into the Litle Tokyo district. He had a possible criminal to take care of.
As kryptobot snuck further into the core of the district, his mind wandered towards how he would go about taking care of the criminal (if she turned out to be one, mind you). As always, he would never bring himself to kill a human being unless he absolutely had to and he had no other possible choice; he'd killed too many innocents already, even if it wasn't his fault. Selenus planned to sneak into the restaurant and wait for the would-be-criminal to come by, wait until she attempts to steal money, then confront her. Unless she happened to be a terrorist herself, subduing her would prove to be fairly easy, he thought.
It was still a few ways until Selenus would reach his destination, so his mind began to wander into things other than his modus operandi for the night. He wondered if Newman would be proud of him for bringing justice to the streets, or dissapointed in him for deciding what's justice. He'd seen that kind of internal conflict before in movies, and while he thought his own justice was fairly simple (Make others suffer or break the law and you get a visit) the same could probably be said about the cadets, he thought. They enforced justice themselves, yet there were those who found it to not be justice, even if they think their justice is as basic as possible.
His thoughts about whether or not he was any better than the cadets and the very people he was trying to defeat would be interrupted by his arrival at the Tokyo Strip sub-section of the Little Tokyo district. The shops seemed to be all closed for the night, as expected, but this wouldn't stop Selenus from entering. Even if worse came to worse, he technically had the owner of the restaurant's permission to be there. After a bit of walking, he found the restaurant that had been specified in the request he read. It was a quaint and small locale, but it certainly looked cozy from the outside.