Post by Harlequinn on Apr 30, 2015 3:39:49 GMT
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| made by Tarry ♡ LH[/ul][/div]
Running down the streets of the Yellow District, Quinn looked to be chasing someone. It was a pursuit that had started in the black district and had come all the way to this district. Being afternoon, the downtown streets were beginning to get a bit dark. Turning a corner, she, or rather he as she preferred to be in this appearance, sheathed his greatsword and toggled a skill, pointing his right hand index finger at the target who was running down a narrow alleyway. Pulling the invisible trigger, a bullet made of wind shot out and went toward the target of the assailant's ankles in an attempt to make them fall. Unfortunately, the target was too quick and exited the skill's effective range. Resuming the chase, Quinn turned corner after corner, doing his best not to lose the target who was desperately trying to evade capture. After a several more turns, Quinn lost the guy.
Coming to a main street, the bustling of people made it now impossible to catch the target. After all, the one he was chasing was an expert thug from the black district, and an Assassin class at that. Quinn was only able to track them due to his personal skill and experience, and the fact that there was only narrow passageways with limited paths to choose from. His persistence had allowed him to prevent the target from escaping to main streets until now. Clicking his tongue, Quinn began walking along the streets of the Yellow District. There wasn't much he could do now. Having witnessed the person causing havoc to the weak, and a repeat offense at that, he had decided to use his spare time to chase this guy. He had been wasting his time away as of late since there were no 'missions' for him to carry out. And no job, since his income was from hunting. And he had done enough to get his living expenses for a month. By hunting continuously for a week, he would gather enough money to live for a couple of months. That was his routine.
Finding a place to relax, Quinn sat down in a small park. It sure looked in better condition than the black district, but that couldn't be helped. After all, the black district was the 'hive of scum and villainy' so no one bothered to fix it up. There were a few children playing in the park, and with his striking white hair and black clothing, Quinn stood out as he leaned back on the swing he was on. None of the children wanted to use it, so he wasn't in the way at least. He truly did look out of place, especially with his greatsword on his back, but it couldn't be helped. A Samurai class Lander had no use for daggers. Not that he wouldn't mind having some, but that meant extra costs. Extra costs meant extra hunting. Being a person of routine and minimalism, only necessities were purchased. Even having a hot drink outside of the required meals and liquid intake was considered unnecessary.
That said, there were time when he would break from that. Mostly it would be when there were social interactions with it, which would be considered a necessary expense since social communication was considered a means of information. In his own home in the black district, there was only a single double seated couch, three table, bathroom and a couple of beds. It was meant to be a three person apartment, but he was the only one living there, and it was sparse. Truly minimalistic. Looking around, Quinn wondered what to do now. He wouldn't head back to the black district until probably midnight, since his target may still be hanging around.
Swinging back and forth slowly, the white haired man with a young, slightly feminine face, continued to waste time in this park. Every now and then, a child would approach him, but eventually get bored and carry on. After all, this unresponsive person was zoned out, staring at one spot while slowly swinging, or rather moving, back and forth on a swing. Another uneventful day spent chasing some random in order to get some exercise and prevent his skills from degrading from being idle. The weather was cloudy, but it looked like it would probably rain later as night approached. Nothing new, just background noise to this Lander who had absolutely nothing to do except live for possibly the next several years without incident.
Coming to a main street, the bustling of people made it now impossible to catch the target. After all, the one he was chasing was an expert thug from the black district, and an Assassin class at that. Quinn was only able to track them due to his personal skill and experience, and the fact that there was only narrow passageways with limited paths to choose from. His persistence had allowed him to prevent the target from escaping to main streets until now. Clicking his tongue, Quinn began walking along the streets of the Yellow District. There wasn't much he could do now. Having witnessed the person causing havoc to the weak, and a repeat offense at that, he had decided to use his spare time to chase this guy. He had been wasting his time away as of late since there were no 'missions' for him to carry out. And no job, since his income was from hunting. And he had done enough to get his living expenses for a month. By hunting continuously for a week, he would gather enough money to live for a couple of months. That was his routine.
Finding a place to relax, Quinn sat down in a small park. It sure looked in better condition than the black district, but that couldn't be helped. After all, the black district was the 'hive of scum and villainy' so no one bothered to fix it up. There were a few children playing in the park, and with his striking white hair and black clothing, Quinn stood out as he leaned back on the swing he was on. None of the children wanted to use it, so he wasn't in the way at least. He truly did look out of place, especially with his greatsword on his back, but it couldn't be helped. A Samurai class Lander had no use for daggers. Not that he wouldn't mind having some, but that meant extra costs. Extra costs meant extra hunting. Being a person of routine and minimalism, only necessities were purchased. Even having a hot drink outside of the required meals and liquid intake was considered unnecessary.
That said, there were time when he would break from that. Mostly it would be when there were social interactions with it, which would be considered a necessary expense since social communication was considered a means of information. In his own home in the black district, there was only a single double seated couch, three table, bathroom and a couple of beds. It was meant to be a three person apartment, but he was the only one living there, and it was sparse. Truly minimalistic. Looking around, Quinn wondered what to do now. He wouldn't head back to the black district until probably midnight, since his target may still be hanging around.
Swinging back and forth slowly, the white haired man with a young, slightly feminine face, continued to waste time in this park. Every now and then, a child would approach him, but eventually get bored and carry on. After all, this unresponsive person was zoned out, staring at one spot while slowly swinging, or rather moving, back and forth on a swing. Another uneventful day spent chasing some random in order to get some exercise and prevent his skills from degrading from being idle. The weather was cloudy, but it looked like it would probably rain later as night approached. Nothing new, just background noise to this Lander who had absolutely nothing to do except live for possibly the next several years without incident.
| WEAPON(S); Damascus Greatsword
| ARMOR; Shadow's Remnant
| SUMMON(S); ---
| PET(S); ---
| SKILL(S); Wind Bullet
| TARGET(S); Black District Thug[/ul][/div][/div][/div]
