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❝ E v e r y o n e wants to become s o m e o n e they're not. ❞
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---------------------------------- As for me. . .
Looking in the mirror, my mind w a n d e r s → To thoughts about you, and the future.
I'm ' always ' feeling uneasy, it's beginning to hurt.
Is my longing a show of my n a i v e t y? -----------------------------------
The dreams I'm keeping are still soft. -----------------------------------
I n • t h i s • t o w n, everyone wants to become someone besides themself.
【 ❛ And I'll admit, I do too. ❜ 】
I'm ' always ' feeling uneasy, it's beginning to hurt.
Is my longing a show of my n a i v e t y? -----------------------------------
The dreams I'm keeping are still soft. -----------------------------------
I n • t h i s • t o w n, everyone wants to become someone besides themself.
【 ❛ And I'll admit, I do too. ❜ 】
「 S c r a p p e d ◦ P r i n c e s s」「 D i s h o n e s t • S m i l e 」「 S o n i c ◦ F i g h t e r 」「 R a t a t o s k ' s • K n i g h t 」「 L i t t l e ◦ R e p l i c a 」
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Oh, what a nice day.
Thinking back on it, that previous day, it was also good weather. Nobody noticed the weather because of the events happening at that previous time, but as far as he could recall, it had been a nice day. Of course, like the rest of the group involved, he could remember that day like it had only happened that morning. As a matter of fact, he could almost feel the sting on the sides of his face from feeling the blunt anger of an old friend in the form of two terribly well-trained fists. He easily remembered how heavy his weapon of choice felt after dealing that one blow, even if the weapon hadn't changed in years. And of course, he remembered the terrified look in the eyes of a girl who was very, very special.
Even if the weather was reminiscent of that day a few years ago, the climate was totally different. Then, it was cold and snowing, in a northern town called Flanoir. Now, it was warm and temperate, with the smell of salt on the breeze as it wafted off the ocean. The wind made his ebony black hair sway slightly, though it was the kind of hair that always, even when moved in some nonsensical pattern, swayed back into place soon after.
His hair was black, and eyes as red as a crimson sunset. Both features made a bold contrast against his pale skin, which was due to his heritage from the north. He adorned an outfit of red, black, and brown, coming in the form of a light, hooded, sleeveles coat that came to his knees, left open. Underneath he had high cut boots, coming just above his knee, and black pants. the high-collared shirt underneath was also black, with long sleeves that extended to meet the red gloves on his hands. As per the norm, strapped to his left leg was what looked like a medium-sized metal rod. His hair was parted down the middle, to split evenly in the front and frame his long, young face. the back was shorter than the front, in terms of his hairstyle, but a red fabric braided down made to cover a long tail-like ponytail, with only a tuft of black hair at the other end.
"Are you lookin' for something for your ladyfriend, sir?"
Vinsent came out of his thoughts then, looking to the slightly round stand owner. That's right, he had been looking at different goods and supplies. At the moment, he stood in front of a small accessory stall, with various trinkets decorating the table as well as hanging off of the top and sides of the box-like store. Apparently the shopkeeper had seen him with Sienna earlier, who was indeed his 'Ladyfriend'. Sienna had gone off to do something or other, leaving Vinsent in the small bazaar. Well, it wouldn't hurt to get her something.
"I am, actually," He smiled at the old man, who had a grin on his weathered face. Vinsent's crimson eyes scanned the man's wares, looking over various rings and necklaces. He soon came in sight of one necklace, with a green-blue pendant framed by spiraling silver wire, hooked to a dark thin leather strap. He picked up the trinket, holding it in front of him and spinning the gem around a couple of times. "How much for this one, good sir?"
"Ahh, good find. They say the gem in that one was found in the Triet desert! Hard to find jewels there, but aye, they're always good finds," The man explained with a hearty chuckle. "It'd be 1 500 gald for you, young man," He offered.
Vinsent deliberated for a moment. It was a simple price, and not even close to making him pinch pennies. A certain someone he knew would probably try and haggle it down to at least 900, but that certain someone was also known to be dumber than a bag of rocks at times. "I'll take it." Vinsent took out his black leather wallet, pouring out enough coins to exchange for the necklace. He handed the man the appropriate amount, returning his wallet to where it was in his back pocket. The man thanked him, slipping the money into his apron. Vinsent bid the man goodbye, walking away from the stall with the necklace in hand. Now, all was left to do was wait for Miss Sienna Laurent to return to his side. She wasn't hard to spot in a crowd, considering her mid-length blonde hair was often tied up. That, and she was a special case for him. A very, very special case.
Thinking back on it, that previous day, it was also good weather. Nobody noticed the weather because of the events happening at that previous time, but as far as he could recall, it had been a nice day. Of course, like the rest of the group involved, he could remember that day like it had only happened that morning. As a matter of fact, he could almost feel the sting on the sides of his face from feeling the blunt anger of an old friend in the form of two terribly well-trained fists. He easily remembered how heavy his weapon of choice felt after dealing that one blow, even if the weapon hadn't changed in years. And of course, he remembered the terrified look in the eyes of a girl who was very, very special.
Even if the weather was reminiscent of that day a few years ago, the climate was totally different. Then, it was cold and snowing, in a northern town called Flanoir. Now, it was warm and temperate, with the smell of salt on the breeze as it wafted off the ocean. The wind made his ebony black hair sway slightly, though it was the kind of hair that always, even when moved in some nonsensical pattern, swayed back into place soon after.
His hair was black, and eyes as red as a crimson sunset. Both features made a bold contrast against his pale skin, which was due to his heritage from the north. He adorned an outfit of red, black, and brown, coming in the form of a light, hooded, sleeveles coat that came to his knees, left open. Underneath he had high cut boots, coming just above his knee, and black pants. the high-collared shirt underneath was also black, with long sleeves that extended to meet the red gloves on his hands. As per the norm, strapped to his left leg was what looked like a medium-sized metal rod. His hair was parted down the middle, to split evenly in the front and frame his long, young face. the back was shorter than the front, in terms of his hairstyle, but a red fabric braided down made to cover a long tail-like ponytail, with only a tuft of black hair at the other end.
"Are you lookin' for something for your ladyfriend, sir?"
Vinsent came out of his thoughts then, looking to the slightly round stand owner. That's right, he had been looking at different goods and supplies. At the moment, he stood in front of a small accessory stall, with various trinkets decorating the table as well as hanging off of the top and sides of the box-like store. Apparently the shopkeeper had seen him with Sienna earlier, who was indeed his 'Ladyfriend'. Sienna had gone off to do something or other, leaving Vinsent in the small bazaar. Well, it wouldn't hurt to get her something.
"I am, actually," He smiled at the old man, who had a grin on his weathered face. Vinsent's crimson eyes scanned the man's wares, looking over various rings and necklaces. He soon came in sight of one necklace, with a green-blue pendant framed by spiraling silver wire, hooked to a dark thin leather strap. He picked up the trinket, holding it in front of him and spinning the gem around a couple of times. "How much for this one, good sir?"
"Ahh, good find. They say the gem in that one was found in the Triet desert! Hard to find jewels there, but aye, they're always good finds," The man explained with a hearty chuckle. "It'd be 1 500 gald for you, young man," He offered.
Vinsent deliberated for a moment. It was a simple price, and not even close to making him pinch pennies. A certain someone he knew would probably try and haggle it down to at least 900, but that certain someone was also known to be dumber than a bag of rocks at times. "I'll take it." Vinsent took out his black leather wallet, pouring out enough coins to exchange for the necklace. He handed the man the appropriate amount, returning his wallet to where it was in his back pocket. The man thanked him, slipping the money into his apron. Vinsent bid the man goodbye, walking away from the stall with the necklace in hand. Now, all was left to do was wait for Miss Sienna Laurent to return to his side. She wasn't hard to spot in a crowd, considering her mid-length blonde hair was often tied up. That, and she was a special case for him. A very, very special case.
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"Ship's coming into port!"
The port workers cleared a bit, one coming to the side of the dock and taking the thick anchoring rope in hand. A mid-sized ship, good for a handful of people, came into port, the sail slowly lowering as it slowed to a halt. If you could perfectly parallel park a boat, this would be the equivalent. The boat wasn't too close to the port nor the ship next to it, but close enough to the port to easily jump from the boat to the dock. The man on the dock threw the rope to the ship deck, expecting an old sailor to come to tie his boat down. Instead, a white haired young man came from the wheel at the front of the boat, catching the thrown rope and tying it to a post on the boat, tethering it to the dock. Giving a closer look at the boat, it was the same component-wise as any other boats in the port, but something of the design was different. On the stern was a painted marking, with the symbol of the Marines of the Holy Alliance on the side.
"Hey, boy," The same man who had thrown him the rope spoke to the captain of the ship, the young man dressed in white and black, with curious looking cuffs on his wrists and ankles. "Did you drive this ship here by yourself?"
Senel looked at the man with a neutral gaze. "Yeah, what of it?" He said with a shrug. He was always like that, not making a big deal of most things. True, he was one of the youngest people in the Marines, but it was normal for him to drive a boat by himself. After all, his only passenger had a curious condition that prevented her from coming onto deck. Senel left the man on the port, coming to the cabin of the ship and opening up the wooden door with a creak, looking down the stairs. "Shirley, we're docked now. You can come out," He called. To his demise, Senel's job was more than a bit hazardous to his one and only. He had to make sure she stayed inside the ship, away from the sea water. He didn't want to bring Shirley on this trip, -- seeing as it was most likely to be dangerous -- but nonetheless, she was a crisis crusader as well, and refused to be left out.
The port workers cleared a bit, one coming to the side of the dock and taking the thick anchoring rope in hand. A mid-sized ship, good for a handful of people, came into port, the sail slowly lowering as it slowed to a halt. If you could perfectly parallel park a boat, this would be the equivalent. The boat wasn't too close to the port nor the ship next to it, but close enough to the port to easily jump from the boat to the dock. The man on the dock threw the rope to the ship deck, expecting an old sailor to come to tie his boat down. Instead, a white haired young man came from the wheel at the front of the boat, catching the thrown rope and tying it to a post on the boat, tethering it to the dock. Giving a closer look at the boat, it was the same component-wise as any other boats in the port, but something of the design was different. On the stern was a painted marking, with the symbol of the Marines of the Holy Alliance on the side.
"Hey, boy," The same man who had thrown him the rope spoke to the captain of the ship, the young man dressed in white and black, with curious looking cuffs on his wrists and ankles. "Did you drive this ship here by yourself?"
Senel looked at the man with a neutral gaze. "Yeah, what of it?" He said with a shrug. He was always like that, not making a big deal of most things. True, he was one of the youngest people in the Marines, but it was normal for him to drive a boat by himself. After all, his only passenger had a curious condition that prevented her from coming onto deck. Senel left the man on the port, coming to the cabin of the ship and opening up the wooden door with a creak, looking down the stairs. "Shirley, we're docked now. You can come out," He called. To his demise, Senel's job was more than a bit hazardous to his one and only. He had to make sure she stayed inside the ship, away from the sea water. He didn't want to bring Shirley on this trip, -- seeing as it was most likely to be dangerous -- but nonetheless, she was a crisis crusader as well, and refused to be left out.
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Entrances are gonna come two at a time, then the last one. =w=
//:ɔoo
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Entrances are gonna come two at a time, then the last one. =w=
//:ɔoo
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