The chirps of the late night crickets brought peace to an very eventful evening as Alex strode amongst the various carts that were being packed within the Marketplace. Frustrations had found a very acceptable release in that of a particular watchman Alex decided to test. At least to see if any were so capable as standing in his way.

After all, he was prone to being surprised at least every once in a while.

With frustrations having simmered, and Lain sparring with a new spunky saiyan within the back alley, Alex found his own escape route from the particular events to consider his evenings plans. He hadn't actually decided on how he was to spend his fruitful, ripe evening just yet. The small ideas that prodded his skull about seeing Jalleia, or perhaps examining Lain's outcome was not in his best interests.

He was forced to subdue his mind in a leisurely walk. For once, at least.

Sparkling emeralds, illuminating his facial features to resemble something similar to a Jack-O-Latern, skimmed those that wandered to and fro, minding his own business as the rush of adrenaline pumped freely. His loose fitting biker-esque jacket, tattered from years of use, barely provided enough warmth to the chill that nipped at revealing flesh upon his arms. A hindrance to comfort, but not something he knew he'd suffer very long from.

Since he was considering returning to the inn far sooner than previously thought.

Winding a corner to retrace his steps, he slowed as he spotted a single man, dressed in a standard Rhydin watch uniform, apparently patrolling the streets with a nightstick at the ready. Twirling like a propeller, Alex wondered if this particular was expecting some sort of action this evening. Taking a second step, Alex slipped against the nearby building to breath a quiet sigh in preparations.

The hype was always extreme in the first few moments. That, and he was afraid the metaphorical light bulb that lit up over his head may give away an, as of yet, unseen position.

Clenching a fist, lifting it up to quickly pump the air, he wound about the building. A finger extended as an arm did to point at the guard, letting out a vocal shout, "Hey, pip-wad!"

Alex would immediately note the guard was no longer walking the current path. His face scrunched as his excitement deflated. "Well, what the -"

Several steps were taken from his still placement in slow, steady movements in chase, attempting to discover where the guard had wound up. Which, thankfully, wasn't very far.

"Who? Me?" Came a voice, shortly before that of the guard in question reappeared from behind a cart.

Alex smirked, posing once again much like his last declaration. "Ah! Yes, you!" Finger-point. "You're of the watch, aren't you!?"

The man glanced behind him briefly before returning his gaze to Alex, nodding. "Yeah? What can I help you with, citizen?"

"Citizen? The hell is it with you people?!" He called out, stomping a foot as the arm retracted, fist clenching as he pulled it close to shake it angrily. "Not everybody around these parts are citizens!!"

The guard paused to contemplate Alex's words, shaking his head in silent angst. No doubt it came with the job? "Very well then, sir. What can I assist you with, this evening?"

Steaming anger tapered off at his question, moving to stand more upright as he glanced around him. The setting seemed almost perfect. Too perfect in fact. The various men and women that usually crowded the streets were missing - and those nearby shops and carts were entirely barren. It looked as though the perfect crime was in order.

If one could call it such a thing?

"I need you for a personal statement?"