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The sky above was clear and bright blue. The air was chilly and crisp as the wind blew, causing Yugo Beaulieu hair to flow wildly in its embrace. He was dressed in his noble clothing, a black button down long-sleeved with matching pants and shoes. The regal colors of the Silver Eagles shoulder mantle he wore also blew in the wind. The sword at his hip was decorative. But it was important none the less.
He walked the streets as he enjoyed his first day as an official Knight. He hadn't been to the base yet and was making his way there as he took in the lay out as best he could. He would need to memorize every inch of the city if he wanted to properly patrol it. He smiled to each and every citizen he saw, even if they didn't do the same back. His sharp eagle like eyes tried to memories each face as best he could.
He had alot to learn before he could protect anyone, but he would make sure to learn everything he could before then.
Purga was wandering around through the streets somewhat randomly, as he just wasn't sure where to begin. Purga came to this town in order to visit the castle and learn about its architecture, one of the many gaps in Purgas knowledge. Purga was fascinated with how the world worked from the colonies of lowly insects to the heights of Civilization always wondering if he himself was an insect to something far greater and as such as he wondered he was often daydreaming as he gazed upon the great castle of Silva. Purga was wearing a black coat, white shirt, gray jeans and his somewhat fancy work boots, however, despite being work boots they would give away his nobility.
“Oi Oi Oi” Thomas returned upon his seat at front the merchant wagon, “It must of been hard, to abandon such elegance” Thomas said as he smirked “Fine id pay you double”“That's still ⅓ of the price we agreed before, young lady” The woman known as maggie knew what she was doing was dis-honest, however, her circumstances had changed and she couldn’t go any high “I’m sorry, i guess we won’t be making a deal today” “hmmm, are things really that bad ?” “Yeah” “Alrighty id do the original offer you made, but you must repay me within the year” “That i can do”. Purga was walking passed the wagon in question and smiley smirked at the daily life of the traders,
At which point a stranger someone, he could only assume was a knight, randomly smiled at him. “Why is this person smiling at me, suspicious” Purga would think to himself. For an unknown reason Purga decided to stick his tongue out before continuing onwards, while laughing slightly to himself.
The hustle and bustle of the streets was always something Yugo enjoyed. The ability to walk through the crowd when not in uniform and simply blend in was something to be proud about. It meant the town was thriving. But it also meant there were theives and the like to he careful of. As such Yugo had made sure his money pouch was doubly secured to his waist so it couldn't be taken. As he walked. He passed by a young man who received the same soft gentle smile Yugo had given other as well. He was greeted by a cheeky stuck out tongue and he chuckled before continuing his walk.
He walked past the cart as he heard the others discussing. Yugo listened before turning and speaking up to get the full story. After being told of financial troubles he would nod and simply remove his own money pound and tossed it to the woman. "There, you are struggling yes? Then please accept this." Hed calmly tell her its okay if she tried to argue and he smiled, nodding to the two before continuing his patrol.
Post by Raviel Shēngxiào on Jan 20, 2021 19:28:08 GMT -5
Silva was, as per usual, a busy city. The streets were full of people going about their day, the sky was clear and the local market was as jam packed with stuff as ever. Raviel looked down at the streats below, scanning the area for any sign of problems. With his tabi boots wiggling over the edge of the roof he was sitting on, the young Shēngxiào was taking it easy. He was there as per his scheduled patrol run, thought he had to admit that so far the whole shift had been quite uneventful. Considering that Silva was basically the main stronghold of the Silver Eagles, one could assume there wasn't going to be alot of crime brooding beneath the city. Nevertheless, for as many knights walking around on a daily basis, vigilance was always a good constant to keep.
Raviel stretched and yawed, fiddling with his leather armor so that it would sit on his body just right. He certainly didn't like loose clothing, especially the kind that keeps you alive. Even then, he was more for form fitting outfits outside of wearing his beloved armor. As he checked his greaves, the blonde's eyes would spot an oddball out of the group. There was this guy, young yet probably older than him at first glance. It certainly looked like anything but the ordinary inhabitant of the city. Outside the flowing white hair and pale complexion, the guy's clothes were pompous enough to annouce their owner's statue to the four winds. The guy was a noble, without doubt.
Despite being of Blue Blood himself, Raviel had to admit he really didn't have had much interaction with all the other noble houses. Politics bored him to no end, it was part of the reason he had hopped into the magic knight train at the first possible occasion. He couldn't really point out which house the guy was from, but the weirder thing was the absence of a butler, a retainer and an escort.
A noble walking out there in the streets just like that? Now that was someone pratically begging to get mugged. Perhaps his patrol shift wasnt going to be all that boring afterall.
Raviel kept dangling his feet over the edge, observing how the guy did some bartering, started smiling at people and got pranked on by a guy with blue hair. If his intuition was right, it was just a matter of time until someone would try and espropriate mr white flowing lockes of all the Yul in his possession. He just needed to hop in as soon as something happened and bam! He'd have some fun while also getting some recognition for himself within the squad. Win-Win.
Purga would continue his Journey down the street as he opened out a plan sketch book of sorts, however, this it was a little weird looking as if constructed by a child. Purga really loved the books designed and really allowed him to interpret the world around him into logical written context. "Hmm most of these shops seemed as if they were to be expected, there must be a weird one around here somewhere" Purga muttered to himself as he continued walking. In the corner of his eye the reaching stone tower of the inner castle began looming its presence "Oh my" His eyes lit up in wonder "This must have taken ages to build".
