Night fell slowly as the sun sinks into the horizon; even at a time like this the atmosphere was livelier than ever. You can citizens streaming back and forth across the city, some only stopped to markets while other chose to drawn themselves in liquor at the sanctity of the pubs. A few performers can be seen out the streets, one dressed in a symphony of black and white, no words escaped this man’s lips as he phased his hand into the air having projected fictional objects in his mind, such for the entertainment of children, earning nothing more than smiles and laughter.
Another wields a brass instrument sounding off melodic tunes, with each beat the musician dances waving their crouch up and down claiming that they are more “Saxier” than anyone in the block. This however cause commotion on some musicians who happened to pass by, a total of three people were challenged by melody that would cause one to make movements that expresses youth. Within a minute, a part of the town became an arena between musicians that drawn the attention of nearby people who were drawn to the musical battle. Some would dance and others would simply listen to such art, serving as the musician’s public audience.
Last but not least is a simple woman who hid from sight, wearing well-made puppets. Both young and old are welcome to come by and listen to the numerous stories told with or without payment as the puppeteer itself find it pleasing to entertain others for her past time. A mix of comedy, suspense and romance was stirred into the stage, unraveling a fruitful result, a satisfied audience. Though small as they were, as long as someone comes to hear her stories would be more than enough reason for her and her puppets to dance.
As one may walk across the market, they may notice that some vendors soon began closing their tiny shops, withdrawing all merchandise from display and rolling up the shutters and call it one heck of a day. Having some certain markets close caused the consumers to run through different locations were the goods would still be up and available for sale, may it be cakes, food, or anything the common person needs leaving only but the miscellaneous to remain.
Such made its atmosphere; the night would be perfect if not for the rising cloud of smoke coming from a part of the city. It was coming from the industrial district, a storage facility that housed hundreds of supplies, now having been trimmed down by a burning disaster. A warehouse was caught on fire as numerous workers on scene were all but shaken and frightened, claiming that there was been some sort of fighting going on which soon escalated to a big fire. What concerns them most is if the fire spreads, there will be an economic breakdown in the city. According to witnesses, a phantom appears to be attacking a syndicate that has yet to be named. Sheets of metal were torn, barrels and crates were burnt, fire screams out the window, the heat rises as smoke rises into the air to signal all those who see it.
A massive fire…..
Hours ago...
“I was informed that Degardos would be here, is this the right address?” In the alley corners of the city, a stoic man in attire to what make him appear like noir makes his presence known before the guards that stood by the door. As they came closer to inspect him and confirmed that he was an expected guess, he came into the building, escorted by two guardsmen that belonged to a certain crime family that recently became dominant in controlling the city’s economic status. Having earned political power, the crime family was but almost unstoppable; devouring whatever interferes with their work.
“I’ve been expecting you.. come here and sit down.”
Another wields a brass instrument sounding off melodic tunes, with each beat the musician dances waving their crouch up and down claiming that they are more “Saxier” than anyone in the block. This however cause commotion on some musicians who happened to pass by, a total of three people were challenged by melody that would cause one to make movements that expresses youth. Within a minute, a part of the town became an arena between musicians that drawn the attention of nearby people who were drawn to the musical battle. Some would dance and others would simply listen to such art, serving as the musician’s public audience.
Last but not least is a simple woman who hid from sight, wearing well-made puppets. Both young and old are welcome to come by and listen to the numerous stories told with or without payment as the puppeteer itself find it pleasing to entertain others for her past time. A mix of comedy, suspense and romance was stirred into the stage, unraveling a fruitful result, a satisfied audience. Though small as they were, as long as someone comes to hear her stories would be more than enough reason for her and her puppets to dance.
As one may walk across the market, they may notice that some vendors soon began closing their tiny shops, withdrawing all merchandise from display and rolling up the shutters and call it one heck of a day. Having some certain markets close caused the consumers to run through different locations were the goods would still be up and available for sale, may it be cakes, food, or anything the common person needs leaving only but the miscellaneous to remain.
Such made its atmosphere; the night would be perfect if not for the rising cloud of smoke coming from a part of the city. It was coming from the industrial district, a storage facility that housed hundreds of supplies, now having been trimmed down by a burning disaster. A warehouse was caught on fire as numerous workers on scene were all but shaken and frightened, claiming that there was been some sort of fighting going on which soon escalated to a big fire. What concerns them most is if the fire spreads, there will be an economic breakdown in the city. According to witnesses, a phantom appears to be attacking a syndicate that has yet to be named. Sheets of metal were torn, barrels and crates were burnt, fire screams out the window, the heat rises as smoke rises into the air to signal all those who see it.
A massive fire…..
Hours ago...
“I was informed that Degardos would be here, is this the right address?” In the alley corners of the city, a stoic man in attire to what make him appear like noir makes his presence known before the guards that stood by the door. As they came closer to inspect him and confirmed that he was an expected guess, he came into the building, escorted by two guardsmen that belonged to a certain crime family that recently became dominant in controlling the city’s economic status. Having earned political power, the crime family was but almost unstoppable; devouring whatever interferes with their work.
“I’ve been expecting you.. come here and sit down.”