Seven-hundred ways to fail. [OPEN]
WHO: Cross and Asch, and possibly anyone who would like to stop them from killing one another if it gets to that?
WHAT: Cross attempts to activate his Innocence.
WHERE: Outside the Jackal's Cask, a tavern along the boardwalk.
WHEN: Around noon, Cross' second day here.
The next morning, the first thing Cross had done was seek out another tavern. He had probably only woken up so early to do so because he hadn't gotten the opportunity to get as heartily trashed as he had originally planned. This, to him, was a proper excuse to start drinking early. He didn't even know what time it was when he had found the Jackal's Cask. Eight? Nine? Whatever. What did matter was that it was one a good distance away from where he'd met that crazy orange-haired man and the barmaid was easy on the eyes.
A bottle or two of wine later (he could consume an alarming amount of alcohol without getting royally fucked, which was both an advantage and disadvantage), Cross was standing outside the establishment, leaning against a lamp post, a cigarette in hand. Not with one of his usual kreteks, but a plain white one. He had decided he'd save the others for later, when he became a bit more desperate...
Comfortably warm in the face, a little fuzzy in the brain and feeling like he'd do well to take a nap that could last until very late that night, Cross actually decided he would prefer to work on properly activating his Innocence. Even while slightly intoxicated - what better way to do it, hey? He had tried to do so for about an hour now, and being unable to summon Maria had been what alarmed him most. But he supposed with no real purpose, his weapons were going to be fickle and not work with him.
He just needed a proper target. So he waited for Asch, breathing in and exhaling deeply. Smoking. Whoever that kid was, he was just the right amount of irritating to make it possibly work.
WHAT: Cross attempts to activate his Innocence.
WHERE: Outside the Jackal's Cask, a tavern along the boardwalk.
WHEN: Around noon, Cross' second day here.
The next morning, the first thing Cross had done was seek out another tavern. He had probably only woken up so early to do so because he hadn't gotten the opportunity to get as heartily trashed as he had originally planned. This, to him, was a proper excuse to start drinking early. He didn't even know what time it was when he had found the Jackal's Cask. Eight? Nine? Whatever. What did matter was that it was one a good distance away from where he'd met that crazy orange-haired man and the barmaid was easy on the eyes.
A bottle or two of wine later (he could consume an alarming amount of alcohol without getting royally fucked, which was both an advantage and disadvantage), Cross was standing outside the establishment, leaning against a lamp post, a cigarette in hand. Not with one of his usual kreteks, but a plain white one. He had decided he'd save the others for later, when he became a bit more desperate...
Comfortably warm in the face, a little fuzzy in the brain and feeling like he'd do well to take a nap that could last until very late that night, Cross actually decided he would prefer to work on properly activating his Innocence. Even while slightly intoxicated - what better way to do it, hey? He had tried to do so for about an hour now, and being unable to summon Maria had been what alarmed him most. But he supposed with no real purpose, his weapons were going to be fickle and not work with him.
He just needed a proper target. So he waited for Asch, breathing in and exhaling deeply. Smoking. Whoever that kid was, he was just the right amount of irritating to make it possibly work.