Metal had been gone for quiet a while, actually most of the day and most of the morning. After all much like Onyx he'd also been turned human, and there just were some things that were a bit weird for him now that he was mortal once more. One thing as an immortal and being a 'night owl' he was used to either not sleeping or just sleeping during a short span of time; and even as much as he had fought with himself he'd actually fallen asleep within a tavern. The same tavern that he and Onyx had visited the other night. Through the night he'd been sitting at a corner booth, his body leaned back into the shadows of the corner as his right leg stretched out along the seat, his left leg resting down underneath the table while his left hands finger tips rounded the edge of a cold glass holding a brown liquor, the small aroma of what seemed like candy came from the glass while his hand eventually slid down along the glass wrapping his fingers against the cup while bringing it back to his pink lips allowing the edge to press back as the liquid came from the cup rushing past his teeth and running down his throat, a small burn came from the drink before allowing the glass to rest back down along the table.
Metal's body was no longer covered in the clothes that Onyx had provided for him instead of the lose kimono that she had allowed him to wear his body was dressed in what seemed more of a modern day look. His upper torso was covered by a tight blue tank top and resting along his shoulders was a black vest jacket, it was short and stopped halfway down his back though the ends of the jacket ran lower and further down his body as it rounded his body and dropped down just below his waist line in the front. His legs were covered by a loose black fabric, what seemed like belts ran down from the wait and flowed along the side of each leg, three belts on each leg, the one in the middle a light grey while the other shorter two were blue like the tank top. Metal's feet were still well bare. He'd grown accustom to no longer wearing shoes and even as a human it was something he practiced within the village he could remember.
Even though he was human once more, it mostly had some advantages, one no one stared at his pale skin, no one questioned some of the demonic and vampiric symbols that covered his right arm in a sleeve of art and ink. Most assumed him a mercenary or some kind of sword for hire. And since he was technically new into this town it helped play to his mysterious nature as well as tie into the possible story of him being a traveling sword for hire. Having grown tired though that night he'd taken his last drink from the small glass, it was one of what seemed three others from that night. An as he leaned back still eying people as they walked in approached him or some times glanced his direction his eye's slowly shut and he passed out from lack of sleep. This was one of the negatives that he felt human's had. Bodily needs such as sleep or hunger, he had fell asleep within the bar. It wasn't until late at night around two in the morning had once of the waitresses woke him and explained that they were closing for the night and would re-open later that day around noon. Staggering the lady assume he was just sleeping off a drunken night and attempted to help him to the door before he pushed her away he just groaned and walked out of the bar, his body stepping out into the night air looking around. His hair flowed behind his body running down his back and flowing around like water as the wind blew lightly that night.
Moving towards the dock area his body swayed back and forth and for once in a long time Metal felt his body do something it had no longer done in a while. A cold shiver rushed his spine and caused his arms to perk up as the skin tightened and allowed small bumps to rise up along his skin before shaking his body to keep his muscles warm and hopefully warm his body. Moving along the streets he was a little annoyed that he could no longer see down the streets in an amazing feet, blind to the shadows like those that he'd found and tortured, frightened and killed. A deep breath came into his lungs before being released into a heavy sigh and he realized for the first time, was he destined to be human forever, until that day. Shaking his mind of that thought he felt his mind come to ease once more, another thing he wasn't used to. Metal might have been a malicious vampiric a*****e last week but this week his mind no longer dreamed of blood and murder, the battle scarred landscapes of images and the pulsating pounding sounds of screams and flashbacks from events back in his day no longer ran through his mind in a blur. Moving down the street his body came to a stop as he stared looking at the large ship, his eyes staring at the faint lights that were still lite along the outside of the windows that layered the side of the back of the ship, probably one of them was the good ole' captain herself. It was late, and he was pretty sure even with his years of being a hitokiri he wasn't going to sneak aboard the ship without waking her and her bombarding him with questions.
Walking down the road he passed the pier that ran towards the ship to where it was docked, his bare feet pressed down now against the sand while he continued to walk, the sand pushed up under his weight and pressed against his feet. The sun having beamed down along it all day still kept it warm, something that actually made him feel better. His body came down under the pier and found a large post that stuck up from the ground to help hold the pier up. His body crouched down and leaned against the pier post while he rested there for the rest of the night. His feet pushing down and out into the warm sand to keep himself warm for the night. Arms crossing over his chest while his eye's closed once more for the night until day break that morning. Waking up early during the day his body shook just a bit, it was pretty early int he morning since the last he was wake which was just a few hour ago, the sun was just breaking along the horizon and shining over the open waters that encircled the island they had been transported too. Pushing himself from the warm sand his feet were uncovered and just shook, maybe sleeping on the beach under the pier wasn't such a great idea, there was sand all over his pants, mostly his a** and legs.
Moving up to the pier itself he just walked along the planks and up the board onto the ships deck. Metal's eyes just adjusted to the natural light of the day and looked around, his hands brushing sand from his pants and some from his shirt while he stood there. His tall and slender toned frame showing well in the light and mostly due to the tight fitting tank top he was wearing along with the short jacket vest that looked much like a tank top as well. His form just headed for the inside of the ship walking to a different room than normal, it seemed that many of them were still asleep and the captain's quarters were dark and no light came from her open room. He figured her still asleep. Moving into a different room it was clear that it was the bar area, within the room he stood and looked around the room, moving behind the bar his hand and body came down reaching under the counter top as he felt around for something. It was them that a quick clicking noise came from the bar counter and something heavy fell down into his hand. Pulling up and out a long blade came from the counter, its shimmer just flickered along the morning sunlight before he headed out of the room. Walking back out into the hallway he glanced back out to the captain's room as he thought for a moment, she'd be pissed that he'd been gone all night, more so that he threw her clothes away.
Shaking his head once more Metal just moved walking back out onto the deck he stared for a moment. The sun was about halfway up now and the open water was still, that errie calm before the storm as some would put it. A small nod came from him before moving his body right towards the mast of the large ship. Looking at the pole that held most of the large sails that adorned the ship his right hand brought the sword forward. The six foot long blade ran along the deck carving a thin line into the deck before coming up and slicing a chip off the mast in one quick fluid motion. The arc of his swing caused the blade to come over his shoulder and slam down hard along the deck before being picked back up. His eyes narrowed before turning his left shoulder to the mast and gripping the hilt with both hands bringing the sword back up along the same area slicing another sliver of wood from the mast in another arc, this one though was smaller. His hands turned at the peak of the swing and turned the blade downward, this time slicing the blade right back down in a heavy chuck of wood. Pulling the blade back out of the wood his body turned allowing his left arm to let go of the blades hilt and his right arm to exert more force as he turned and slammed the long blade into the other side almost going half way through the mast itself. Though most would see this as destorying the mast, he knew the ship would soon kick in it's mysterious power to repair itself.
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