Fuma spots his good friend Rai and lets out his breath slightly. He felt relieved. It had been a long double shift for a rider of Rai's level. Fuma trots over to his station and slaps Rai briskly.
"Your ass is sore isn't it, I bet that hurt." He smirks at Rai who is angrily grimacing.
"Haaaaaa thanks man, yes it is. It's too quiet out there." Rai gives Fuma an annoyed look, but grins his white smile flashing those unnatural fangs. Fuma has always thought they were kind of weird but also cool.
He was slightly jealous of them.
"Does the darkness whisper to you? Lets hope so, I haven't been able to read manga lately, Radio is being so stingy. I need something interesting." Fuma's mask smirks again, but Rai can tell he's exhausted and most likely tired.
"Let's debrief a little later alright? I really need a break."
"Okay alright I see how it is, you're too tired for me, I get it. I'm a nonentity after all, sigh, I guess I'll just go. Keep your chin up Rai. We're doing a good thing here remember." Grins at Rai, remembering the valiant origins of this rebellion. Fuma realizes the risk and the ever-hovering darkness in this dimension. It haunts his fighters, so he always tries to cheer them up by acting like a goof ball and be sarcastic.
In the recent past, a new growing syndicate of warlike association had decided to attack the 3rd syndicate. To conquer was their purpose, as they had already conquered several others. However, in these exploits many of their pawns had been lost as cannon fodder, sent to die on suicide runs and recklessly destroyed. This created a need for man power, and the foundling 12th syndicate was their source. This unnamed, unestablished War syndicate invaded the 12th, and robbed it of their children. They were enslaved and indoctrinated into foreign ways, supernaturally kept alive after death in the form of a Shadow. This boy, by the given name "Rai", is one of these children. Despite the harsh change, and the destructive nature of the War syndicate, these children's hearts burned. They burned for freedom... for peace... and for their own identity. Rising up among them came a revolutionary, a young man by the name of Fuma. He was different... His soul burned with a light unfaltering, and he united the Shadow Children, like Rai. Soon they grew stronger and learned the War syndicates weaknesses, their plans. The revolt began in the early hours of the morning... Fuma signaled and sabotage ensued. Despite the betrayal of a close conspirator, it succeeded, and the Shadow children took what was left of them and receded into the wasteland of the alternate dimension in which these wars take place. There they continued train and foster their camaraderie, and to sabotage the War syndicate. Here they remain, slowly attacking again and again through guerrilla warfare, a tired war of thoughtful attrition.
It's serious business.
