Like Devo. [Intro/Open]
The world was strange and unreal to him - a far cry from the Wallachia of the 18th Century. It was bad enough that half the concepts in the city were unfamiliar to him, but the lack of his belongings was a more pressing concern. Still, he had been given money to use in this city, and therefore knew what to do.
He had heard this part of the sector was like some sort of giant market, perhaps here heâd be able to find what he needed. He moved from store to store, hoping that somewhere heâd find what he neededâŠ
Three hours later, he stood in a clearing of people; reduced to asking random strangers for a little help. Most ignored him as soon as he talked to them; the rest, on the other hand looked at him funny and cut him off when he actually revealed what he was looking for. It was strange to the hunter.
Still, not one to give up so easily, he simply turned to the next person and tapped them on the shoulder as they walked by, quickly reaching the pace of their walk. He nodded is a way that was more formal than friendly, and then started speaking;
"Excuse me. Iâm⊠new to the area and am looking to purchase a whip. Do you know of any suitable places where I can find one?â
The flood of newcomers was endless. Marie closed her eyes. When she did actually deign to travel the city, usually she was met with either the typical chaos or confused citizens.
Like now.
The request was rather curious--and also something she, admittedly, disliked. Whips. Nothing reminded her more of slavedrivers than whips. What decent fellow would want to wield such a thing?
Exuding an air of pure indifference, the Skullgirl replied because she was polite by nature and nothing more. Her ethereal voice echoed slightly.
"If you're looking for a specific sort of whip, I would try the Culture Sector. Otherwise...The northwestern shops."
Red eyes narrowed slightly but she said little else, although she maintained steadfast eye-contact.Â












