An Infiltration of Sorts... [I)boy]

It was a bustling day within the city, the crowd moving like a single mass. Shops had giant holograms above their doorways, each one trying to out blast the other in color and sound to hook in their prey. Some of those signs must be working as there was a steady stream of people leaving the group and filtering into these stores, their position immediately taken up by one of the others wandering aimlessly looking for just the right thing to buy.

Seated in the doorway of a shop that was closed down was a young man in his late teens. He wore a red baseball cap adorned with a gold crown upon the head of a smiley whose eyes were white plus signs and a big tongue stuck out from a giant smile. The hat itself was a throwback to how a good design will last through the ages. A slim red shirt with the same emblem on one elbow length sleeve clung in a way that suggested the body beneath was athletic. Baggy army green cargo pants completed the rough and trendy look, as did the flash of an earring on one ear and the wrist cuffs on each arm - the left a black sweatband with all the symbols of a deck of cards and the right of black leather with a flowing feather design etched in an icy blue.

Pedestrians barely paid him a glance, his golden skin tone and ice blue hair not eye-catching enough against the fluoroscope of others in this tech-savvy world. Not that he minded, he was on a secret mission after all.

Standing up he kicked up an air board at his feet, a favorite hobby to those with rebellious hearts. Slamming it into vertical mode, he quickly rose above the people's heads, earning curses as the shock wave sent a few tumbling to the ground. All that was left as a reminder was a few bruised hands, a red hat and a newspaper clipping that detailed a new way to use dreams to the advantage of the human mind.

Riding the air waves, Joker looked down at the cluttered city. The city itself was built on two levels, an underground and the high area. The underground was more of a den to the younger crew full of cheap housing, various night clubs and other more sordid areas. The high area was the more social stream, full of the business goers and corporations. In an attempt to make the underground more 'accessible', one of the corporations had made giant holes that allowed patches of light into the den. These patches became havens to those who couldn't readily afford the consumer driven world and who didn't want to live within the darkest shadows of the underground.

"Ara, what were the gods thinking, sending Joker on such a mission alone?" he spoke mournfully, his words caught by the wind and blown away. Even as he said them, he knew the truth. His portals gave him an edge none of the gods had expected, and as it was a gift given freely they could not take it away without Joker's consent, one he wasn't willing to give. Being able to create things in the Dream Realm and make them real, as well as bringing physical bodies into the Realm was something only he could claim to be able to do, and as such this was a mission where Joker was the only representative of the Weavers who could affect the real world with his powers.

"But why does Joker have to be aloooooooooone~!?"

OoC: High tech world + spy mission + Joker + J = ???!!!
Not sure if this was a Joker and J know each other thing or not, up to you with your next post =3 Annnnnd hopefully after that opening I'll make my posts snappy and quick ^_^

OoC: Hurray! This should be fun =]

BiC:
No matter what part of the world, whatever the time frame, stretching across galaxies and dimensions, it seems a woman's purse is always going to be stolen by some unconstitutional person sooner or later. Luckily, that day, there was a man for the job, and his name was...

"laaaame... You'd think they'd develop the technology to prevent this sort of thing by now. It couldn't be that hard. I mean all you'd need to do is create some sort or super smart glue, or personal theft alarm, or..." his mumbling was cut short as he realized the shady assailant was no longer in view. He reached up his hand and touched the bridge of his nose, a pair of Oakley style shades materializing out from his fingertip over his eyes. The thief lit up like a Christmas tree from the other side of a wall.

"S'cuse me, sorry." The tall man apologized as he slipped through the dense crowed. If he was right, he'd be able to cut the bad guy off at the next corner.

"Stop! Thief! He stole my purse!" The chubby woman cried as she wobbled after the bandit. The mall security seemed to be looking for where the robber had run off to, but didn't seem to be very good at it.

Wam! The assailant was down for the count. The purse flew up and landed in J's gloved hand.

"Freeze!"

J glanced down at the thief, wondering why the security men would need the unconscious man to hold stiller still.

"Put your hands in the air!" That part didn't make much sense at all. The armored man glanced up at the cops and noticed they both had their whole attention on him, and not on the unconscious man at his feet.

"Oh bother..."

"We have an armored man with a stolen object. We may require assistance." cop number one stated into his super compact walky talky.

"Oi, look! I just dropped the thief! I don't even want the purse!" J exclaimed as he tossed the purse back to the plump woman a few hundred feet away. It would have landed perfectly in her hands if she hadn't flinched and ducked for cover.

"Drop the weapon, and put your hands where I can see them!" Cop number two ordered as they continued to run towards the armored soldier. The tall man mumbled under his breath as he sprang into the air, bounced off the side of a building, and proceeded to make his escape ascending up through the artificial canyon. He had to get away from the crowded streets, and there should be no one to get in his way up in the air.

Wam!

"NYARA!!!" Joker yelled in shock as something hit him from below, causing him to loose his footing on the air board and become air borne on his own.

Ara, did Joker annoy someone and they decided to shoot him down? Is it the organization? But Joker hasn't infiltrated them yet! Does Joker look cool as he's falling? All these thoughts formed in quick succession as he twisted mid air to see what had hit him.

Purple eyes met startled hazel, before he flicked them down to see the mass of people and security below.

A quick escape seemed to be called for; attention was something Joker had hoped to avoid still. Even so he grinned as they fell, casually flicking out his wrist, the dagger he had pulled out extending into whip like shape to wrap around the board and haul it back beneath him. In position once more he kicked the board in gear and zipped beneath the now falling armored figure and felt the board jolt as his new playmate landed.

"Joker doesn't know who you are but you're coming with him~!" Joker called out gleefully as a plan formed in his head. He could have been nice, letting the guy go and all but... then Joker would be alone. If he had someone along for this mission then he wouldn't be bored - especially if Joker kept a quick pace without revealing anything and therefore keeping his guest in a state of confusion.

Glancing back over his shoulder, he grinned playfully, "Joker has a mission for you and you can't refuse!" Near giggling in his enthusiasm he decided on impulse to break in straight away. No deliberating, no planning, just an all out infiltration with a random.

As the wind whipped past, they came closer and closer to one the big corporate buildings and the first obstacle became apparent.

"They has anti-air droids~!" Joker whispered loudly to his comrade, even as he flipped the board up over a laser beam that shot towards them.

"Hang on and fire at will~~~~!!! We aims for a vent of some sort~!"