Another day, as usual this one was quite busy, people bustling around, shopping, chatting, all of them having a merry time. Moartea sitting upon a bench, as he was waiting for the right time to go for it, the salty sea air smacking against his face. The cool wind blowing, as the breeze made his long black hair dance slightly, his usual attire of course, a black dress suit, a white dress shirt underneath all the clothing. A black tie and a black silk vest with black metal buttons, and a silver chain coming from one of his vest pockets. He was wearing a pair of black silk dress pants, and a pair of black leather dress shoes.
He knew people were looking at him, but he didn't care, he kept his attention on the passport stall, which was located just at the bottom of these stairs. He knew Hargeon Town was one busy town, being it the main harbor for all of Fiore; he just sat there and waited patiently. For he wanted to rush nothing, as that would ruin everything, most people would immediately rush to get this, and in the fray they would stumble over their own flaw. But not Moartea, he knew when to go for the win, and when to wait for the right moment, "Hmm... This should be a rather spectacular day for me; I truly do hope that all goes as planned." He thought as he leaned back abit and yawned, he didn't get much sleep last night, as he was not a pleasant sleeper. He moves around far too much for him to get a required nights rest, but after this he would head to his manor and take a nap, or try to, at least a hour or two should be suffice for his needed energy.
He knew people were looking at him, but he didn't care, he kept his attention on the passport stall, which was located just at the bottom of these stairs. He knew Hargeon Town was one busy town, being it the main harbor for all of Fiore; he just sat there and waited patiently. For he wanted to rush nothing, as that would ruin everything, most people would immediately rush to get this, and in the fray they would stumble over their own flaw. But not Moartea, he knew when to go for the win, and when to wait for the right moment, "Hmm... This should be a rather spectacular day for me; I truly do hope that all goes as planned." He thought as he leaned back abit and yawned, he didn't get much sleep last night, as he was not a pleasant sleeper. He moves around far too much for him to get a required nights rest, but after this he would head to his manor and take a nap, or try to, at least a hour or two should be suffice for his needed energy.