Wanted: Zaiaku Kurai

[Delilah Scythewood]

[align=center]WANTED[/align]

[align=center]Name: Zaiaku Kurai

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[align=center]Age: Looks to be mid-late twenties

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[align=center]Aliases: Unknown[/align]

[align=center]Last seen: The Quicksand of Ul'dah

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[align=center]Affiliations: Unknown

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[align=center]Wanted for the kidnapping of Adokenai Altair and harassment.

 

(Below is a black and white sketch of a tall male Hyur with dark hair, light colored eyes, wearing a long dark jacket. Below the sketch is more text)

 

If found, please contact Lilithium Altair of the Free Wing Society or your local authorities.[/align]

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[Coatleque]

Coalteque carefully tore the poster out of her copy of the Lantern the next morning. Tossing the rest of the paper when she was finished, she studied the likeness for a few more minutes before placing it on the top of her current pile of incident reports. As the day went on she would refer back to it on occasion until the face was burned into her memory.

 

"We'll find him, Miss Altair." she thought to herself.

[Aaron]

Aaron eyed the paper carefully, he had only had brief encounters with Zaiaku here and there, but something about the man always made Aaron nervous, everytime he got near the guy there'd be some unseen malevolence between the two. . . His eyes examined the paper coming across Adokenai name. Eyes slightly widened, he knew the kid on a acquaintance basis but they seemed to be cool with each other. A long sigh escaped his lips.

 

". . . Kidnapping kids. ." He scoffed putting the paper in his bag. "And I just thought Zai was just a creep from what Aerostein told me." He started walking away from the area he was loitering.

 

"Don't think I'd be much for tracking or whatever, but if I see Zai. . We're long overdue for a little talk."

[ChewableMorphine]

Flynt lowered his visor some before eyeing the advertisement in hand, examining the description as he took a sip of his drink without a care in the world.

 

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"Hm, in my city? Deplorable... He'll be dead by sunrise, if not, I guess I'll have to sniff him out myself..."

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Taking another long sip, the Hyena kicks his feet onto his table, tearing out the warrant and tossing it nearby before licking his index finger and looking further into the newspaper once more...