His eyes wandered over the docks, the gentle crashing of the waves in the background forming part of the special atmosphere of the port city of Hargeon, Johann set his gaze to the sea, the scorching afternoon sun hanging low in the sky. This was a routine trip for the Vice President of the West Fiore Trading Company, the delivery of goods and wares to and from Hargeon having become standard practice for the Company which, undoubtedly, controlled the majority of the trade routes to and from the south of Fiore, having gotten so rich and influential to even go as far as acquiring their own continent, the world looking upon the new landmass with awe: Tolgalen, a haven not only for the countless members of the West Fiore Trading Company, but also, unknowingly to everyone, being the home to the guilds darker, hidden side, Onyx Moon. In any case, the male had accompanied this shipment himself, overseeing the offloading process personally as the various crates and boxes were taken from the deck of the steel warship and loaded onto the stone surface of the port of Hargeon. Johann sighed. It had been a short while since he had returned from Shadow Island and the wounds that Mars had ripped open were still fresh. In truth, the Vice President could imagine doing better things with his time right now, but he knew that he couldn't lock himself in his dark office for days on end and had to get out of the Company's HQ from time to time. And so, after giving the sailors their shore leave, he turned towards the city behind him. Dressed in his usual white company uniform, his rapier on his side, he took a step forward, then another. "There has to be a place here where I can get a drink"
A good walk and a short detour to a bar for a whiskey later he found himself still close to the water, but further in towards the city near some sort of patch of green, a park perhaps ? Johann had gotten a good feeling for the streets of Hargeon, it had turned into something of a second home for him, after all, but he had never been here before, at this particular spot, the raised position allowing the citizens of this magnificent metropolis to have a pretty good view of the ocean around, the harbour, and the still gentle crashing of the waves near the shore. Sitting down on a bench, Johann stretched briefly, rubbing his hand with the mark of the West Fiore Trading Company silently, his gaze absently staring into the far distance. "Why so stern, old friend ? 'Tis a beautiful day, is it not ? I haven't seen the sun glow like this in hundreds of years, tsehehe ...", the eerie, distorted voice of Mars, the demonic lord of war, ringing in the back of his head. Even in moments like these he couldn't escape his influence. The Vice President had made it his goal to try and tame the demon sealed inside him, but easier said than done, leaving him wondering who exactly was taming who. The truth of the matter was that Mars had about as much influence on the man as he had on the demon, which, considering Mars unending lust for blood and combat, hadn't been too great of a thing, especially recently. But, for the time being, there was nothing Johann could do but endure. Speaking quietly, almost whispering, he hissed "Leave me alone, Mars" before turning his gaze to the clouds above, his only answer being the demonic cackle echoing through the very edges of his consciousness. Maybe what he needed right now was just some peace and quiet.
A good walk and a short detour to a bar for a whiskey later he found himself still close to the water, but further in towards the city near some sort of patch of green, a park perhaps ? Johann had gotten a good feeling for the streets of Hargeon, it had turned into something of a second home for him, after all, but he had never been here before, at this particular spot, the raised position allowing the citizens of this magnificent metropolis to have a pretty good view of the ocean around, the harbour, and the still gentle crashing of the waves near the shore. Sitting down on a bench, Johann stretched briefly, rubbing his hand with the mark of the West Fiore Trading Company silently, his gaze absently staring into the far distance. "Why so stern, old friend ? 'Tis a beautiful day, is it not ? I haven't seen the sun glow like this in hundreds of years, tsehehe ...", the eerie, distorted voice of Mars, the demonic lord of war, ringing in the back of his head. Even in moments like these he couldn't escape his influence. The Vice President had made it his goal to try and tame the demon sealed inside him, but easier said than done, leaving him wondering who exactly was taming who. The truth of the matter was that Mars had about as much influence on the man as he had on the demon, which, considering Mars unending lust for blood and combat, hadn't been too great of a thing, especially recently. But, for the time being, there was nothing Johann could do but endure. Speaking quietly, almost whispering, he hissed "Leave me alone, Mars" before turning his gaze to the clouds above, his only answer being the demonic cackle echoing through the very edges of his consciousness. Maybe what he needed right now was just some peace and quiet.