You Could Be a Hero... [Open, Incomplete]

[nixe_eva]

WHO: Shira (cut_em_open), Maximum Ride (nixe_eva) and anyone else who happens to be wandering the market
WHAT: A newbie wanders the market~
WHERE: The Market, avoiding the pirate ship
WHEN: Day 125, evening

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[sakura_sheath]

He knew most of the market owners by this point, having shopped there so often. He was constantly picking up new items and orders for the teahouse, which was nearing perfect completion. Time and time again the opening had been delayed, but in the end- it would all be worth it.

He stood tall over the scurrying crowd, refusing to be rushed or pushed. For the warm day, he had chosen a less ornate kimono than usual.
Already, the civilians of this place respected him. He respected them in turn, as they were making his operation possible. A woman inclined her head and Oriya nodded in turn, impossibly long hair spilling over his shoulders.

He had been looking over a table of textiles when something- someone thudded against his muscular chest. Dark eyes glanced down to the girl, and he canted his head to the side. "Excuse me."

[cut_em_open]

Shira was human, as unbelievable as it was. And as such, he had to do what every human had to do; fuck, shit - and eat. With the money he had found with him when he had woken up on the ship, he would buy a prostitute later, but for now, he was hungry. The market place was all too easy to find, and he wished the red light district was so easily found, too. That, or at least a place to find sake and a more or less willing girl. He was still wearing the same stained yukata with sun-symbols as back in prison, arms hidden under the dark shawl on his shoulders. He was not particularly in the mood for people staring at the bare bones of his lower arm.

Pushing himself through the crowds, his remaining hand firmly on the hilt of his sword, he was just waiting for an excuse to slash at the next best victim. He was annoyed. But suddenly, completely unexpected, when he looked up, he saw a familiar face. Not Manji's or that of the stupid woman accompanying him, not that of any Itto-ryu, but of a woman. The very same he had met over the journals

[nixe_eva]

The crowd had forced Max to bump into a muscled chest. She glared at the person who'd bumped her and gave a shrug to the tall guy she'd knocked into. "Crowds." She muttered and stepped aside. Giving him a sideways glance, Max's mask hid the amusement she felt at his rather girlish hair. Hers was, after all, cropped to just past her shoulder.

Her enhanced vision caught the form of a man making his way to her. She slung her backpack over her shoulder, holding one strap with her left arm, inside along the vein was a two-inch bright red scar. As she clenched her fist inside the strap, it turned an even more furious shade of red.

"You said you'd find me, and, oh look, you did. Ready to let me dissuade you in person?" She snapped when he'd gotten close enough. Max hated people like him. Her wings clasped tight against her back in fury. She felt the joints aching from being held so hard. They were complete hidden, though. Standing before Shira was appeared to be a very angry, five-foot-eight swimmer.

[sakura_sheath]

He recognized the girl vaguely, after getting a good look at her face. Oriya had seen her posting in the journals, when he bothered to look. She was cute enough, a shame Max hadn't applied for a position as hostess

[cut_em_open]

Shira didn't notice Oriya at first. His one-eyed gaze - amused and a little bit surprised - was directed at the girl in front of him. She wasn't running, she wasn't attacking, she approached him and ranted. He couldn't help but laugh, in a low, raspy, chilling voice. He was tempted to take out his sword and stab her right through the heart, just to see the change in her expression and hear her breath leave her lungs in a slow and agonised sigh instead of the angry and aggressive accusations