Post by Hakumen on Mar 29, 2024 21:07:05 GMT -5
The City of Ana that surrounded the larger one was quite the sight. Even if it was only a smaller version of Serine that could be currently accessed by Xaela. The mink doctor was out getting supplies while his owners enjoyed their time in the main city. His face was warmed by the sunny light that peered between the clouds, the sounds of life about him as he walked eased his mind. He enjoyed being amongst people, a rare treat for the doctor when he wasn't treating patients.
Rounding the corner brought Xaela face to face with a market filled with numerous stalls, each selling wares to passerby's. Unfortunately the doctor did not seek their attention yet they gave it to him none the less. Though most simply garnered the occasional glancing look before waving dismissively, his attempts to flee largely successful when paired with his scarred muzzle and strange appearance for a mink.
Though he was trying to be polite and firm, his visage overall created in the right light a sinister expression. After finally passing through the markets and the pestering stares that followed his back and face, the mink arrived at the local doctors office. A place where stored supplies might be bartered with by pirates.
Knocking politely, the Mink entered slowly to the gently wave of an elderly woman who appeared as old as stone. Her face so weathered that her eyes sunk into her head enough one might believe she was blind. Her mouth toothless and pulled in, a habit of biting her lips having left her with her mouth clearly lacking any dentures. Her hunched form barely able to be seen above the counter tops. Small, and while hunched easily enough to be bent completely forward, Xaela took note that he found it almost impossible for someone to be so bent forward without a devil fruit.
Unfortunarely the mink's thoughts and observations were cut short by a cough and raspy voice speaking up.
"Come in, come in. My husband is out currently but I can help you find what you need."
Her voice was that of someone who had seen hardships and a vibrant tone that betrayed the tone of an employee seeking to make a sale. The Mink's eyes turned to each of the four walls, first to his right where he quickly spotted anti-biotics and disinfectants. Yes he was in the right place and the other walls each decorated by shelves of bottles. Each different colors and shapes but mostly wrapped in neat labels describing their uses.
After quickly selecting from the shelves the things they would need, the doctor bowed his head in respect before speaking.
"Good day madam. I am called.... Mutt by my owners. I have been instructed to find and purchase goods in supply for our ship."
At first the older woman raised a brow and at first the Mink was worried she was about to immediately refused as she opened her mouth only to immediately close it again. She was mulling her words over in her mind while the Mink remained silent but smiled the whole time. Unfortunately his left side of his face was disfigured as a large red scar split his muzzle at the edge.
Thankfully his owner had spared his right side, if only to ensure he "could stomach the sight of the mutt". The woman would eventually speak however and her tone betrayed her desire to say what she really wanted to.
"I... am afraid I cannot sell to...uh... freelancing doctors. I am deeply sorry young man."
Xaela paused a moment, taking in her words before simply nodding his head in understanding. While he wasn't pleased he would not pushed anyone this day. Though he turned he did pause a moment to realize she didn't use his name. He wished to say thank you but in the end simply decided somethings are best left as they were. Instead he could only leave the shop in disappointment.
He was sure the woman had refused him on the ground of more than his pirate profession. While he really wished to know more, he decided against it. Looking to the east, Xaela pondered if he was going to be able to find another doctor who would be willing to part with supplies... He couldn't just flash money he didn't have to officials to or buy it given his place in the world. Most would consider only working with his owner, not some easily whipped mink.
Setting off in defeat, the next plan of action had yet to be decided, and with the sun high, the sounds of life, music and entertainment off in the distance, Xaela could only feel envy as he was forced to go shopping while his owners had fun... without him... again!
WC: 800
Rounding the corner brought Xaela face to face with a market filled with numerous stalls, each selling wares to passerby's. Unfortunately the doctor did not seek their attention yet they gave it to him none the less. Though most simply garnered the occasional glancing look before waving dismissively, his attempts to flee largely successful when paired with his scarred muzzle and strange appearance for a mink.
Though he was trying to be polite and firm, his visage overall created in the right light a sinister expression. After finally passing through the markets and the pestering stares that followed his back and face, the mink arrived at the local doctors office. A place where stored supplies might be bartered with by pirates.
Knocking politely, the Mink entered slowly to the gently wave of an elderly woman who appeared as old as stone. Her face so weathered that her eyes sunk into her head enough one might believe she was blind. Her mouth toothless and pulled in, a habit of biting her lips having left her with her mouth clearly lacking any dentures. Her hunched form barely able to be seen above the counter tops. Small, and while hunched easily enough to be bent completely forward, Xaela took note that he found it almost impossible for someone to be so bent forward without a devil fruit.
Unfortunarely the mink's thoughts and observations were cut short by a cough and raspy voice speaking up.
"Come in, come in. My husband is out currently but I can help you find what you need."
Her voice was that of someone who had seen hardships and a vibrant tone that betrayed the tone of an employee seeking to make a sale. The Mink's eyes turned to each of the four walls, first to his right where he quickly spotted anti-biotics and disinfectants. Yes he was in the right place and the other walls each decorated by shelves of bottles. Each different colors and shapes but mostly wrapped in neat labels describing their uses.
After quickly selecting from the shelves the things they would need, the doctor bowed his head in respect before speaking.
"Good day madam. I am called.... Mutt by my owners. I have been instructed to find and purchase goods in supply for our ship."
At first the older woman raised a brow and at first the Mink was worried she was about to immediately refused as she opened her mouth only to immediately close it again. She was mulling her words over in her mind while the Mink remained silent but smiled the whole time. Unfortunately his left side of his face was disfigured as a large red scar split his muzzle at the edge.
Thankfully his owner had spared his right side, if only to ensure he "could stomach the sight of the mutt". The woman would eventually speak however and her tone betrayed her desire to say what she really wanted to.
"I... am afraid I cannot sell to...uh... freelancing doctors. I am deeply sorry young man."
Xaela paused a moment, taking in her words before simply nodding his head in understanding. While he wasn't pleased he would not pushed anyone this day. Though he turned he did pause a moment to realize she didn't use his name. He wished to say thank you but in the end simply decided somethings are best left as they were. Instead he could only leave the shop in disappointment.
He was sure the woman had refused him on the ground of more than his pirate profession. While he really wished to know more, he decided against it. Looking to the east, Xaela pondered if he was going to be able to find another doctor who would be willing to part with supplies... He couldn't just flash money he didn't have to officials to or buy it given his place in the world. Most would consider only working with his owner, not some easily whipped mink.
Setting off in defeat, the next plan of action had yet to be decided, and with the sun high, the sounds of life, music and entertainment off in the distance, Xaela could only feel envy as he was forced to go shopping while his owners had fun... without him... again!
WC: 800