-={ Leona }=-
"<span style="color:gray;">Hey, you're not allowed on that platform!</span>" A cityguard approached the kids, looking upset, "<span style="color:gray;">That's a historical landmark, and no one without the authority is allowed to...</span>" The man stopped as he felt a hand on his shoulder, a very big, gloved hand.
Standing behind the guard was one of the tallest people Leona had ever seen. The man had short gray hair, sort of spikey, and had two cigars in one corner of his mouth. He was wearing a big, white jacket and a pair of black pants and lined up like ammunition on the jacket's chest and arms were rows of cigars, all of the finest brand. Fastened to his back was a HUGE jitte*, He wasn't wearing anything under the jacket and the huge muscles of his chest and stomach showed that this was a man that could probably face down the worst of punishment with ease.
"
<span style="color:white;">Let them have their fun...</span>" the man said with a stern look on his face, "
<span style="color:white;"> That thing's build to last</span>"
The guard grew very, very pale and, without turning to look who it was, replied: "<span style="color:gray;">Y-Yes sir, C-C-Commander Smoker... sir...</span>"
The kids started laughing but stopped when the man, Commander Smoker, turned his attention to them. "
<span style="color:white;">Hey, kids.</span>" He said, slowly, spitting out the butt of one cigar and lighting a new, taking a deep puff from it, "
<span style="color:white;">If I were you I wouldn't be joking around about captain Roger like that...</span>" he grinned coldly, "
<span style="color:white;">Some say that his spirit still roams this square, and if you call a dead's name at the place they died, there's a chance they might just answer</span>" The kids took on a almost paler look than the guard and quickly scurried away from the platform. Smoker nodded slowly for himself and turned to walk away, showing the kanji for Seigi, justice, in a sharp red color on the back of his jacket.
*a weapon often used by policemen in feudal japan, technically a Sai with only one sidebar and non-sharpened edges
-+-< Hal >-+-
The street down to the harbor was, as pretty much the rest of the city, very crowded. Here, ´though, the merchants didn't sell vegetables or clothing, but souveniers and cheap junk in hope that sailors, or better yet, dumb tourists, would catch a fancy.
Walking past a pub, Hal glanced at the wanted posters, a regular habit he, and probably most other people on the world, had. There had been a new addition recently and he could even see the marine who had put it up walking away, carrying a bundle of posters just like it. The face on the poster was, with quite a surprise, the face of what seemed like a Circus Clown.
Strange. Under the image was written
<center>
Wanted : Buggy The Clown
3,000,000 Belis
Dead or Alive</center>
Hal was interrupted in observing the poster by the scream of a woman from the harbor, he managed to catch "...HOUT THEIR VEGGIES!"
==--==( Taki ))==--==
Screaming had definantly attracted the attention of quite a lot of people, but most just returned to what they were doing when they noticed nothing else was happening.
((OOC: Sorry for not posting so much for Taki, I have to leave rather urgently, but I'm beating Taki and Hal together, so hopefully you'll be busy without me, I'll be returning in two days or so, I'm going to a LARP.))
((OOC EDIT: God damnit, it's been left like this for four days? Sheesh, I really ought to do my homework on ezCode.))
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=christianc>ChristianC</A] at: 4/6/04 10:15 am