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Post by Spiral Dancer on Oct 11, 2017 16:23:39 GMT
Another great day here in this bustling and vibrant city. The working day has just started and the streets are filled with masses all flooding towards one goal - work. Cars are humming, children are laughing as they head to school and bars are booming with those that just want to take it easy or skip work/school all together. The weather itself is somewhat dim, the Sun just barely peeking from behind dark clouds that look as if they threaten to spill any minute now. Everything, and everyone, seem to be in perfect harmony with one another, as if they've rehearsed each day and know what to do.
Well...apart from one.
There is a new comer to the capital, a very peculiar looking fellow who stands out among all the bustle and hussle simply because he's standing still in the middle of the pavement, his head buried in what looks to be a local map of the city. This fellow is dressed in all black as if he's heading to a funeral or maybe he's a member of the darkin club. However at a second glance he appears to be more of a homeless lost man since he's dressed in baggy cargo pants, a long-sleeved shirt, a cap and some military boots - all of that hanging loosely on his skinny body as if it might slip off him at any minute. At a third glance at you will see the unusual white complexion he has that stands out against his black clothes like light on charcoal. The silver hair beneath his cap is poking out in messy, curly angles, which, combined with his wrinkly clothes, make up this image of someone who takes little care about appearances. And I'm not even gonna talk about his scraggly beard since you get the message already.
The man readjusts the torn backpack on his shoulders and continues to scan the map that he is holding in his hands. With wrinkled brows he mumbles something under his breath, possibly talking with himself as to where he took the wrong turn. All the while ignoring the passing people shoving against him as he stands there in the middle of the pavement like a total twat, unaware that he became a annoying roadblock.
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Post by Loner。 on Oct 11, 2017 19:01:18 GMT
The rat race of life in the city was always pretty high paced. Business people rushed to jobs of all sorts, eyes trained only on the path ahead and only seeing that enough to be safe. Children tended to be a bit more casual, but not by much when parents and other supervisors herded them along. Everyone wearing blinders, seeing what they wanted to see and nothing more.
Unless you were one of the ones taught to see otherwise, to search for and notice every abnormality and watch it...
"You lost kid? Get out of the way before One of these blokes who can't even look away from their phone trip into you."
The words were order not suggestion, spoken by a taller than average middle aged woman who's hazel-green eyes were staring the skinny man down judgmentally. She leaned with a hand resting on a signpole. Like so many others she was dressed for work, with denim overalls which had seen better days and her grey-brown hair tied back. Like everyone else she had a job to go to but, unlike them all, she actually had some know how on picking out the oddball in a crowd, and some flexibility to poke around.
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Post by Spiral Dancer on Oct 12, 2017 10:38:57 GMT
"You lost kid? Get out of the way before One of these blokes who can't even look away from their phone trip into you."
Huh? Was someone talking to him?
The man blinked and lifts his head from the map to where the voice came from. Icy-silver eyes meet stern hazel-green in a curious gaze. He let his eyes wander down her frame which might make him look like a perv but it's a habit that he has when he meets new people. After "scanning" the woman he lifts his eyes back up to her face and mentally pouts due to him lacking in the height department. He's got pretty used to being shorter than most men but when it comes to women, he's not used to it. He smiles up at her and swiftly curls up the map in a cone before shoving it in to his right front pocket, not really caring that he just crumbled it up in to a mess.
"Uh...yes, yes"
He spoke up in his husky tone, his voice lanced with a southerner accent. He looked around him and moved to the side, closer to the woman so that he doesn't disturb the flow of the masses so much. Now that he's closer, the woman can pick up the smell of bird seed and wind wafting from the albino man and his clothes like a personal perfume.
"Kinda lost...not a kid tho"
He chuckled under his breath. Lifting a hand he scratches just under his bearded chin as his cheerful eyes keep looking up at her. Outstretching a hand for a handshake he says
"The names Viato. Don't s'pose you can spare me a moment of yer time? Kinda bought a shady map and lost meself"
The map he mentioned is nothing more than something he picked up fro ma burger joint and looked more like a 4 year old child drew it.
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Post by Loner。 on Oct 12, 2017 14:10:23 GMT
The woman watches the younger man's every move, noting shifts in posture and the path that his eyes take. She has no trouble guessing what he is looking at at any moment, although her own gaze does not waver from his face.
without glancing at it, she lets a moment pass before taking the offered hand.
"Name's Luda. Where are you tryin' to go?" She askes. If she had not been willing to spare a moment, she would not have even bothered to modify her routine.
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Post by Spiral Dancer on Oct 13, 2017 8:19:47 GMT
The raggedy man smiled, his eyes lighting up with glee. He lifts his cap a bit upwards and says
"I'm looking for a specific book and a fellow told me that I could find it at the Retorium bookshop. I thought it was around these here parts but I seem to have wandered down the wrong street."
He chuckled under his breath and readjusted the heavy backpack on his shoulders. Years of wandering and he is still to learn how to properly read a city map. Well...he kinda doesn't need to since he can get a pretty good aerial view of any place he comes by. But lately he's got the feeling that he's being watched and he's spending less and less time in his other form so that he doesn't draw attention to himself. His father always did tell him to keep his ability under a wrap and do it only when necessary or at night...not that night could conceal anything since the authority here probably has something like magic detectors.
It's a miracle they haven't caught him yet since he's such a idiot when it comes to stealth.
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Post by Loner。 on Oct 13, 2017 16:13:13 GMT
"Naturally" the woman observed generally unsurprised. "Thats a shop that finds you not the other way around." There wasn't really any 'magic' involved as far as Luda knew. It was just one of those poorly marked stores that tended to be found only on accident, and not be in the place you remembered it being when you came back to look for it at a later date.
The woman moved to a slightly less imposing position, watching the slender male less closely and leaning against the side of a building for the moment, her attention seeming more focused on the pedestrians on the other side of the street.
Luda knew the city well, and she wasn't even sure that she could find a place such as that one all the time. She ran a cybernetic web search for it, electronic implants in her brain, interacting with both her organic nervous system and the actual web to start pulling up results. "You haven't tried the library or Internet?" She asked, figuring that the book desired might be available elsewhere if it wasn't straight out banned by the enforcers literature controlling branch. No harm in making sure other options had been tried.
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