Ninjago City was never quiet.

It was always thrumming with life, a ever pulsing heartbeat of footsteps, car engines and a thousand plus voices speaking at once. It was enough to give you a headache if you stopped and tried to listen to it for too long.

The west side of the city wasn't so bad, it was the old part of the city, outdated and overshadowed by what have grown around it. it was flip of a coin if the shops in this side where open or abandoned, and some of the houses played home to clusters of gang members. But still for Lloyd it was home, where he belonged.

His cheap earphones beat with a low song in a language he couldn't hope to understand, but it'd been mentioned to him that it was good so he happily downloaded and listened to it. He walked hands tucked into the warn and well loved green hoodie he wore almost everyday backpack clinking against his back as he walked. Few people came down this way, too many dark alleyways for criminals to sneak up on you even with the Ninja trying to change things. The Serpentine's recent appearance only made them seem more dangerous, you never knew if the shadow moving at the corner of your eye was just a shadow, or a snake waiting to strike.

Lloyd sighed and shrugged off his backpack tossing it over an old half rotten fence before vaulting his self over as well, the house the wild and overgrown garden belonged to had been long abandoned and left to rot. Windows smashed and anything of worth stripped out, no one bothered with it. Out of sight of anyone who might have been watching Lloyd unzipped the bag and pulled out a spray-can.

It was old an a little beat-up at this point, most of the label warn and scratched away and a sticker slapped over it to identify what it was. To most the label made no sense, a chaotic mess of colours and music notes. Lloyd smiled shaking it before closing his eyes and turning the can on his self and spraying.

Rather then a cloud of aerosol paint a riot of colours and static erupted from the can and washed over Lloyd's body. Where the chaos touched Lloyd's clothes changed, his worn and stained jeans became dark cameo pants, his hoodie shifted and changed becoming a black t-shirt with a manic smile emblazoned in green over the chest, the earbuds shifted and changed appearing as DJ quality headphones even Lloyd's hair wasn't changed shifting through the colour spectrum a few times before Lloyd made up his mind his hair becoming a bright cherry red.

From the backpack Lloyd pulled out one final thing, a professional spray painters mask, the headphones came off for a moment so he could hook the straps on over his ears to make sure the mask stayed on, and Lloyd was gone.

He was the Composer.

Hiding the backpack under a small tarp to make sure it stayed dry even if a sudden rainstorm rolled in, he checked the coast was clear before vaulting back over the fence and continuing on his way.

The graffiti on the walls changed from obscene messages and gang tags to something more artistic, the Composers eyes scanned over them looking for new pieces added to the display, he paused and chuckled shaking his head at someone's grim-dark depiction of death being besieged by pink bunnies. The sound of cheering and a loud thud had him arching an eyebrow and sighing.

Hidden away in the maze of alleys, once upon today had been the biggest and best theatres in all of Ninjago people came from all over the county to perform or see a show there. It died a slow and inelegant death. First losing a chunk of it's costumers when the moving pictures where invented, then even more when the 'Talkies' where created. Finally it was strangled by an economic downturn and was abandoned as other theatres, smaller and with lower running costs where made closer to the centre of the city. For decades it sat forgotten as it's insides rotted away.

That was, until a few short years ago. It wasn't pretty, it would take years more work and money to ever make it anything like it had been once. But it was home for the Composer and his Reapers.

The seating had all been ripped out, replaced with old armchairs and sofa's rescued from the sides of the road or donated by Reapers who didn't need them anymore. Power was supplied to the lights, sound system and a few fridges holding snack foods and drinks by several generators kept in a backstage area where the sound couldn't bother them. the Stage Box had been taken over long ago with radio and DJ equipment that no one other then Chiptune and Synth dared to touch, and the walls where covered in a riot of colour and expression a hundred plus paintings covering them, each one the masterpiece of a Reaper, each one dearly loved.

On the stage a battle was raging, on one side a Trance Rhino struggled to it's feet-You would be forgiven for if at first glance you thought it was a normal black rhino, before realising that no creature could be as midnight black as the Rhino on the stage, normal rhinos weren't covered in a bright grey energy forming almost tribalistic patterned armour, or had five foot energy blades in place of a horn- On the other a Cornix Canor, a raven of such size it was more a small aircraft then a true bird, like the Rhino it too had energy covering it, though the Cornix wore it as bladed feathers on it's wings and as a fearsome replacement for a beak.

The Cornix was polite enough to wait for the Rhino to get it's feet back under it before swooping down on it with a fearsome shriek claws bared, the Rhino un-intimidated merely bellowed and charged rushing forward to meet it with it's blade horn. As the two beast's clashed cheers went up from the watching Reapers. The Composer sighed scanning the stage, he could see one of the owners of the duelling Melodies but not the other. Shrugging he climbed up on stage ignoring the wrestling creatures and tapping a girl on the shoulder.

She was older then him, a young adult to his teen, silky black hair done up in a bun while a few loose bangs framed her face going from black at the root to a deep teal at the tip. the teal was a theme with her as she wore a teal vest over a light grey long sleeve, she even had it on her skirt, a teal background covered in pink splotches, a slit at the side revealing the shorts she wore under it.

"What's going on Trance?" Trance blinked and chuckled motioning at the fighting Melodies

"Me and Classic had a disagreement, I think we should press the Shadow Ghost's while their licking their wounds from their attempted attack on us, Classic think's we shouldn't push our luck."

"So you thought the way to settle it was to have your Melodies fight?" Trances eyes crinkled in a grin-they where all that could be seen of Trance's face, like all Reapers she wore a mask in particular she hid her self under a grey medical mask.

"Settles the argument, and it's fun!" Behind her the Rhino fell once more to a wing strike from the Cornix.

"Your losing."

"I noticed."

Composer sighed his mask hiding a fond smile as he shook his head "Well, other then that what are the others up to?"

"Folk couldn't get away from work, Classic's...Doing what Classic does. Goth on the other hand is gearing up for a big art piece he want's help with, like he want's at least thirty Reapers helping him." Trance listed off Composer giving an impressed whistle.

"Thirty Reapers? What's he planning to paint the whole city centre."

Trance's eyes crinkled in another grin. "Oh no, just Borg Tower."