Post by kiarus on Jul 31, 2013 21:32:37 GMT -5
He walked.
Metal feet over fragile planks. Brown, worn boards found purpose in supporting a sour soul. Having arrived at the harbor in The Creed's old ship, docking on the east side of the island. Drake Mitibuki anchored and tied down his only transportation. His silver, light onyx flavored orbs welcomed the afternoon with half closed lids. Tired, slightly hazy vision was protected by a black, metal encased hand as it did it's job in blocking the suns vibrant rays. "Anari."
He spoke.
A sigh escaping him as he walked from the ship and into the city. He assumed Anari to not be far behind. He wasn't sure what she was doing on the ship as they docked and boarded but he figured her ready. So he continued. His stride slow while taking in the multiple street vendors that lined the area. Boasting about their valued goods and cheap deals. Many a people stopped, roped into the vendors schemes and scams. But Drake was no fool.
No.
He was looking where to get the biggest bang for his buck. He was looking for the blackest market at the Pirate's Market. "Hah, I have goose bumps." He said sarcastically. Drake, being a bounty hunter, was like a kid at a candy store. Thankfully, he wasn't infamous so he was able to walk about with only mild looks and head turns as some people might think they know him. However, before they could verify their assumption, he was always more than enough steps away that something else captivated their attention. His words, like his presence, most likely went without attention depending on whether Anari was close enough to him to hear his little joke.
He trotted, left foot over right, as violent metal made brash thugs across the ground. His eyes, wandered left and right looking for a clue or a hint. Something to point him in the right direction.