A marketplace post for Finnegan
Orikanyo
and Mitsunari
LadyOfStars
In a merchant square, somewhere, some when...
A young man is looking for something particular...
A magical implement of some degree,
a catalyst to channel power within.
And he...
Was having a rather terrible time of it. Everywhere he had gone he was getting hawked and thought a fool by any idiot with a sparkly trinket, sure as hell he wanted nothing more to clout them over the head for being idiots, but.. he was a stranger to magics, new to steep his toes within it. the marketplace was abuzz with several types of merchant and sure as he could expect they were grifters and next to thieves. he'd trust the cuttpurses more than the merchants here, at least they had to work for their coin.
Finnegan sighed and he walked down the roads, eyeing each and every shop, wondering when his search would come to an end.. he needed that catalyst... His abilities continue to grow in strange ways and if he was to control it he'd need it..
Each day he felt odder and odder... He had failed his mission before... it happened on occasion to be certain.. but.. its.. odd.. Ever since then hes felt... Off... Like something got shook loose. he wondered... About what happened to that fox man and Seven... properly good scrappers they were. Though.. He did bare ill will towards the leader of that troop.. He did wonder... Whatever happened to those mercs...? Surely they weren't imperial born and bred no doubt not slaves.
Unspoken law of mercenaries, it's never personal. He didn't know anything about the fox man... outside of being.. Actually rather gorgeous.
And fluffy.
Seven... Why was she there...? he'd have to ask her and judge then...
As he thought about this, the young man walked down the way, lost in his thoughts and only half looking for his catalyst now... The busy streets around him seethe with life and shouting, the stone pathways of the market ever abuzz even on this cloudy day.
In a merchant square, somewhere, some when...
A young man is looking for something particular...
A magical implement of some degree,
a catalyst to channel power within.
And he...
Finnegan sighed and he walked down the roads, eyeing each and every shop, wondering when his search would come to an end.. he needed that catalyst... His abilities continue to grow in strange ways and if he was to control it he'd need it..
Each day he felt odder and odder... He had failed his mission before... it happened on occasion to be certain.. but.. its.. odd.. Ever since then hes felt... Off... Like something got shook loose. he wondered... About what happened to that fox man and Seven... properly good scrappers they were. Though.. He did bare ill will towards the leader of that troop.. He did wonder... Whatever happened to those mercs...? Surely they weren't imperial born and bred no doubt not slaves.
Unspoken law of mercenaries, it's never personal. He didn't know anything about the fox man... outside of being.. Actually rather gorgeous.
And fluffy.
Seven... Why was she there...? he'd have to ask her and judge then...
As he thought about this, the young man walked down the way, lost in his thoughts and only half looking for his catalyst now... The busy streets around him seethe with life and shouting, the stone pathways of the market ever abuzz even on this cloudy day.