Perry Bardell Post WC: 764 words |
The night fell over the Neutral Grounds and Perry found himself in a rowdy pub, fiddling with his newfound lacrima device. He didn't register himself into anything quite yet, but he checked out some of the functionalities it held. Like calling and messaging. Though he was sure that he would have to tamper with the iLac a little bit, before he got full use out of it. He was a thief, after all. The device could be tracking his position and that was the last thing somebody of such a profession needed in their life. The mage rubbed his chin, and turned off the device. Perry was not a technophile, so he would have to pay somebody to have it tampered with.
The people slowly flowed into the establishment, most of them sadly being middle-aged men. Perry probably chose the wrong pub to look for pretty ladies. But he was already a few beers in. Not his preferred drink of choice, but the wine was insanely overpriced. Even though he could afford it, Perry didn't know how much the iLac upgrade would cost him. He hoped not too much, but one never knew. The back alleyways were mostly filled with greedy people. If Perry had learned anything in his life, it was that one should never let the other person providing a needed favour or service just how much exactly it is wanted. The greater desperation is shown, the more they will push for a higher price or worse. Perry's eyes lingered on his hat that laid on the tabletop in front of him, before he finished his beer and went to pay.
The young man left the pub, wondering what to do next. Should he just call it a day or try his luck in the back alleyways? Some people could recognise him there. He did mingle around those parts at some point in his life, but it was unknown whether the ones left would be welcoming. Perry rubbed his eyes and sighed in defeat. If he didn't do it then and there, he would have so much harder time convincing himself to do that later.
Thankfully, Perry did know a few people who tinkered with machines and technology. But whether they were still around or willing to lend a helping hand was an another matter. The mage made his way through the city, his steps steady and brisk. He didn't drink enough to become affected, let alone completely intoxicated. He decided to head to the back alleyways that he was familiar with, hoping that he would come across a friendly face. Soon enough, he disappeared in between shady-looking buildings.
There were no people on the streets prior to his venture into the alleyways, so no witnesses on that end. Perry would've preferred changing into his cat form at that point, but his magic was suppressed, so that was out of the question. He would have to rely on his raw instincts once more. "Just like old times, eh." He would mutter under his breath and pull his hat deeper into his face to cover it a little bit better. With quiet steps he made his way forward. He didn't even get too far, before he already felt curious eyes set on his person. Perry walked on and the feeling only intensified.
He was in between several buildings that had back entrances divided via fences with a bit of room around them. Perry wasn't in the mood to deal with anybody other than the few peple he had picked out in his mind before, but life always had its way of doing things. "Hey there, posh boy. Aren't you a little bit lost?" A man appeared behind one of the fences, followed by two more. Oh bother. The cape that Perry wore stopped billowing behind him the moment he stopped in his tracks. "Cat got your tongue?" The man tried to provoke Perry. If only he knew. "Yeah. I guess you could say that." He would reply, still not turning to actually face the offenders. "Well well well, would you look at that. The cat has a tongue!" The man would exclaim and the other two would grunt in agreement. "The cat does have a tongue. What can I do for you, gentlemen? I am rather in a hurry and do not wish to waste my time with trash." Perry would spill the proverbial tea. Out of the corner of his eye he saw just how much the man's face changed colours. He most certainly did not expect a provocative retort in return.
The people slowly flowed into the establishment, most of them sadly being middle-aged men. Perry probably chose the wrong pub to look for pretty ladies. But he was already a few beers in. Not his preferred drink of choice, but the wine was insanely overpriced. Even though he could afford it, Perry didn't know how much the iLac upgrade would cost him. He hoped not too much, but one never knew. The back alleyways were mostly filled with greedy people. If Perry had learned anything in his life, it was that one should never let the other person providing a needed favour or service just how much exactly it is wanted. The greater desperation is shown, the more they will push for a higher price or worse. Perry's eyes lingered on his hat that laid on the tabletop in front of him, before he finished his beer and went to pay.
The young man left the pub, wondering what to do next. Should he just call it a day or try his luck in the back alleyways? Some people could recognise him there. He did mingle around those parts at some point in his life, but it was unknown whether the ones left would be welcoming. Perry rubbed his eyes and sighed in defeat. If he didn't do it then and there, he would have so much harder time convincing himself to do that later.
Thankfully, Perry did know a few people who tinkered with machines and technology. But whether they were still around or willing to lend a helping hand was an another matter. The mage made his way through the city, his steps steady and brisk. He didn't drink enough to become affected, let alone completely intoxicated. He decided to head to the back alleyways that he was familiar with, hoping that he would come across a friendly face. Soon enough, he disappeared in between shady-looking buildings.
There were no people on the streets prior to his venture into the alleyways, so no witnesses on that end. Perry would've preferred changing into his cat form at that point, but his magic was suppressed, so that was out of the question. He would have to rely on his raw instincts once more. "Just like old times, eh." He would mutter under his breath and pull his hat deeper into his face to cover it a little bit better. With quiet steps he made his way forward. He didn't even get too far, before he already felt curious eyes set on his person. Perry walked on and the feeling only intensified.
He was in between several buildings that had back entrances divided via fences with a bit of room around them. Perry wasn't in the mood to deal with anybody other than the few peple he had picked out in his mind before, but life always had its way of doing things. "Hey there, posh boy. Aren't you a little bit lost?" A man appeared behind one of the fences, followed by two more. Oh bother. The cape that Perry wore stopped billowing behind him the moment he stopped in his tracks. "Cat got your tongue?" The man tried to provoke Perry. If only he knew. "Yeah. I guess you could say that." He would reply, still not turning to actually face the offenders. "Well well well, would you look at that. The cat has a tongue!" The man would exclaim and the other two would grunt in agreement. "The cat does have a tongue. What can I do for you, gentlemen? I am rather in a hurry and do not wish to waste my time with trash." Perry would spill the proverbial tea. Out of the corner of his eye he saw just how much the man's face changed colours. He most certainly did not expect a provocative retort in return.