----Meka: Entrance To Underground Market----
"Welcome to the club, 'cause I ain't got one either." The voice did not say anything else then, but behind him, Jeggred would hear gears clanking and turning. If he were to turn around he would notice that a portion of the ground was pulled back to reveal what seemed to be a staircase. Down the staircase he would notice that the passageway below did not have the usual stench of a sewer. The air was filled with a rigid, spicy smell. It was the sort of smell that would burn away your nostril hairs, if it could. And the air was polluted with it. Down the hallway was a single door, where a small lightbulb hanged in front of it. Strangely enough, he would hear no sound coming from it. None at all. The only sign of a being down there was a single man with a suitcase, who seemed to be waiting for someone. He would have paid Jeggred no heed, after regarding him for a mere second before returning back to his watch.----Meka: The Streets----
Shock turn to terror as the man in the polar bear cape begun burning one hundred talor bills
. 'That's almost half annual pay'
he thought, trying to determine whether he was hallucinating or not. Why would anyone in their right mind want to burn up money during a depression. It made zero
sense. 'He must have a lot of money to spare'
he concluded. Still, it bothered him. He never knew a rich man in his life that would idly throw away his money like that. Thus he came to another appropriate conclusion, '...Bastard'
Either way he knew there was no point trying to attack him from the shadows now, he was caught. 'Oh, I bet they're laughing their asses off right now'
he thought as he turned his head around to give the man a glare, wincing slightly at burning talor bill.
"Alright, here I am" he announced, turning to face the man. He took off his flat cap using his right hand as if saluting the man. His left hand was hidden by his left sleeve, slung to the side numbly. Placing the cap back on his head he gave a half smile half frown, his steel blue eyes wide open beneath the cap's brim. "You know...you're pretty bizarre, I don't know what to do with you honestly..." Those steel blue eyes glanced at the Ork. "But I was right...you are rich. Or you're bluffing." He pocket his right hand, his left hand swinging at his side as he stumbled over towards Leon. Leon would notice he was shaking. "Seriously, as if you're actually going to hand over that money for free. That is, unless you want information? That's what you want isn't it?" There was a hopeful tone in his voice, but it sounded weary, untrustworthy. His eyes danced between the three of them, hiding his arm nervously.----Meka: The Docks----"LOOK OUT BELOW!"
bellowed a voice from above Kharrighan, which seemed to be right above her. If she looked, she would see a man in his late twenties, clinging on what seemed to be a parachute, an awfully bright parachute at that. The man landed squarely in front of the gypsy, a charming grin on his face.
"Salutations!" he greeted her, immediately taking her hands in his and giving her delicate fingers a soft kiss. After he did this he took off the goggles that hid his deep brown eyes any lady could catch herself getting lost in. The rest of his face had handsome features, a sharp jawline, high cheeks, clean shaved chin. Golden brown hair formed around his face in curls. "I hope you liked the view." He winked, "I never thought I'd meet a woman as vibrant as you in a place as rusty as this." He then began looking around his surroundings, as if searching for something. "But where are the pirates? I was certain
when I saw a glint of red from the sky I'd run into those Crimson dogs!" The charming man started stroking his chin, musing on the meaning of this predicament.
As he did this something fiery fell from the sky, a rigid plane covered by iron plating, crashing into the ground a few meters to the left of the charming man. This caused a racket amongst the people who were walking the pavement of the docks at the time, who cursed loudly and shook their fists at the destroyed plane. A heavy man in a suit was sitting the front seat, his face and spectacles covered in soot.
"Ah well, I'd have to thank whoever took care of them. After all..." His eyes stared directly into Kharrighan's own, "...one cannot simply let such danger befall upon a lady such as yourself." The man bowed deeply in front of the gypsy, "Forgive my manners, I haven't introduced myself. My name is-"
Alexander stood up straight, blanking in confusion at the man who was climbing out of the plane. "Oh! Bartholomew! How're you holding up old sport?"
"I've been worse" answered the man, coughing up soot.
Alexander gave him a heavy pat on the back, "That's what I like to hear old sport, glad to see your sense of adventure had not yet died!"
"Ahem, yes. Although you certainly can't be blamed for it." He took out a white handkerchief and began cleaning his glasses of soot. "Hm..." After putting them back on, he finally took notice of Kharrighan, "Hmm? Who is this, Alexander? Chasing after women already? And we've only just got here."
"Hahaha! You know me too well my friend! This charming lady is..." He hesitated, "...Is...." He looked at Kharrighan hopefully, "Forgive me my dear lady, but I'm afraid I've yet to know your name."----Meka: Road to Rignut----
A smell began to fill the air which grew in it's intensity the more Razzim walked. It wasn't long before it seemed to be the only smell around. A smell the smelt of food, delicious food. Pork, chicken, sauces and spices. And it came from what seemed to be an open restaurant, with highly Xephamorian symbols decorating it's sign. In front of the restaurant was a man dressed in work clothes who seemed to be a friend. "I beg you Vimal, give up! Close down the shop! You can't survive long in this business anymore. Why don't you try something else? Your son! He is skilled with knives, is he not? You could make a show out of that for the carni--"
"No one in our family will be joining the carnival any time soon, Snevelin. Our allegiance does not belong to the gypsies but to the Great Eye, you know that."
"Yes...but perhaps your traditions have been wasted." The man winced as Vimal gripped him by the collar. "HOW DARE YOU!" He was then pushed backwards with a great force. "Leave me. You already have my answer."
So Snevelin left, not stealing a glance at Razzim as he passed him by.