The city of Tianfal

"Are you there yet ? I have an appointment in a few and then I have to work." *said the slightly annoyed but mostly amused voice of a young man, leaned on the guardrail of the frontdeck of the imposing cruise ship.*
-"Yeah right, as if I didn't hear the music and the people artying in the back... And yes I'm here, and it's not thanks to your crappy map. Seriously, how can you be so bad at drawing Mal' ?"
-"Hey it's not my fault if you can't follow instructions !"
-" 'Turn after the second weird neon' isn't an instrcution, you dumb tourist !"
-"Wahtever Cal' ! You've found it yes ? Now, there's some arrows on the wall, double tap where they point at."
-". . . Really ? You live in the slum and you have a hidden notepad to reveal a secret door in a dead-end streat ? Why ? Just ... Why ? Nobody ever comes here, why would you have taht installed ?!"
-"Nobody comes because nobody knows I live here, now just put in the code I gave you yesterday and lock behind you and don't go out until I call back. And only call me if there's an emergency okay ? I'm going to be busy in the next day.."
-"Yeah about that, what kind of job do you do to have that kind of security ? and who works at this hours anyway ?"
-"Cal', what did I say ?"
-"... No questions.. Right.."
-"And I told you, I'm just a humble usurer trying to get by."
-"tchh, yeah, that's a likely story... Nobody even uses that word nowadays. Anyway, nice crib Mal', for a 'humble usurer" that is..."
-"Hey don't touch anything Caleb, Those things are very precious, they come from- . . . Did.. Did he hang up on me ? wow, the nerves on that guy... pfff, and now I'm worried about coming back when I haven't even started the job, great..."
*Putting his communication device back in the pocket of his worn out skyblue whool jacket, the disappointed clubber turned around and headed back to the bar, and stayed there until the boat arrived in Ataros.*

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(here's some zic*)
*Walking alone in the rain is never fun, unless you like to dance in the puddles. Which is exacltly what Malvia was doing, his headphones on under the whool hood, the young man was swinging alone throughout the docks, playing with the heavy bag of "tools" he carried arounfd for his mission. It contained stuff that should have never gotten past custom, but thanks to the reach of his employer the officers hadn't even checked.*
*And so he was, making rythmic splashes with his short black boots, not caring for a second if his slim neon laced leggings were getting wet, as he was for once in a good mood and ful of energy.*
(here is more sound)
*At the end of the busy harbour, having a calmed down a bit, Malvia turned on the purple neon drawing of a tribal fox on his black top, and the spiralling lines on the legs of his pants, making him instantly more a part of this flashy town. He hailed a cab and pointed the driver to an address in the Neon Sky district.*
*During the ride the agent proceeded to an instantanous relooking, using his hair mod to change the color from a flashy pink to his natural white coloration, he spike them with some lotion, and then cleaned up his face from the "party make-up" as he called it. He removed fake bags under his eyes, a red shiny glyph on his cheek, and a mirror like gloss on his lips. Once clean, he looked at his naturally snow like complexion with contempt.* "Tchh, you look like a ghost even when you're natural.." *he hissed at himself.*
*Waiting for a red light, the white fox applied some pink powder on his cheekbones to have a semblance of a normal face, as well as some reddish lipstick and a thin touch of blue underliner on his eyelids, contrasting with his deep green eyes, on which he carefully put augmented lens that would surely be needed during his next assignment whatever it would be.*
*When he climbed down of the car, adjusting his earpieces, the driver looked at him as if a different person was climbing out of the car.*

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"Such a lovely neighbourhood..." *he thought for himself as he visited the district admiring the pretty lights and the creative names of the diverse workshoop. Malvia stopped at a bar that was playing some old club music from a foreign former country. Finally, after some time and a few exotic drinks with name as scatterbrained as their color, the young man went to the meeting place.*
*Adjusting his bag on his left shoulder, he was called to the counter by an old biotechnician covered in augment, tatoos and grey hairs. and a very sharp northern accent*
"Hey kiddo, you're new here aren't you ? What can ol' Jim do for ya ?"
-"Well, I just did some traveling oversees and I was worried about my hand, maybe you could check it out and see if there's anything to repair or change ?" *Said the whitehaired youngster, showing his left hand that was wrapped in a black leather glove from which a razor sharp metal claw pointed out of each fingertip, holding a red card in it's palm.*
"I was told by a friend that you had the best service in town so I came here with this reduction card." *His burning gaze was drilled into the merchant's eyes, a playfull smile curving his thin lips.*

Now I feel like it's a competition I gotta write more! Prepare to be destroyed!
Nah I'm just kidding (kinda). But truth be told your writing is really impressive and always so much fun to read