Many witnesses were abound that day to admire a rather... unfathomable sight, and none were the wiser than the resident farmhand with an intelligence averaging a mossy rock. Not many, at the very least. It required keen eyes and an oiled wit to fully observe and understand each frame of whimsical madness displayed at the front.
Note to self: Bullets are no sure cause of death.
Then again, they rarely were. Though the poor marine wimp didn't know that, wasn't much of a big cheese anyway.
With meticulous care, slim fingers grabbed hold of a feather with freshly dipped ink and began to gracefully recite the visual act into numeral cryptic acronyms and incomprehensible words. Excitement being one of many emotions that fuelled a sudden interest for the woman in shadows to approach this strange bloke for a chat. It's a rare sight to see a marine bow to a pirate, wasn't it? Maybe this dull town had something intriguing still.
Or maybe this was another red flag to avoid like the plague. Though, this one probably was the exact opposite of that.
The sullen atmosphere gathering in the room made many patrons wary of the bullet-deflecting man. Heck, wasn't that weird. Might kill you in the blink of an eye. A sigh followed shortly after the woman in shadows had swiftly packed her belongings and slung the worn satchel over her shoulder. Clearly this had to be done with great caution, and in hindsight maybe it was a bit daft to go and talk to the man with the weird warping powers (super-powered people were strange like that). Her mission set, the veiled woman approached the somewhat smaller – ya, really – freak of nature in her usual quiet and eerie ambience.
“Most mortal men die in the face of a gun.” Or so she was told. “You, however, are the anomaly.” The woman crawled from behind the abominable man and took the empty seat beside him. “Well, not that it matters to me. But cheating death is a bit silly, don't you think?” She shot her subject a blank stare, amber eyes lingering to make contact as an eerie pause followed the brief exchange of words.
Note to self: Bullets are no sure cause of death.
Then again, they rarely were. Though the poor marine wimp didn't know that, wasn't much of a big cheese anyway.
With meticulous care, slim fingers grabbed hold of a feather with freshly dipped ink and began to gracefully recite the visual act into numeral cryptic acronyms and incomprehensible words. Excitement being one of many emotions that fuelled a sudden interest for the woman in shadows to approach this strange bloke for a chat. It's a rare sight to see a marine bow to a pirate, wasn't it? Maybe this dull town had something intriguing still.
Or maybe this was another red flag to avoid like the plague. Though, this one probably was the exact opposite of that.
The sullen atmosphere gathering in the room made many patrons wary of the bullet-deflecting man. Heck, wasn't that weird. Might kill you in the blink of an eye. A sigh followed shortly after the woman in shadows had swiftly packed her belongings and slung the worn satchel over her shoulder. Clearly this had to be done with great caution, and in hindsight maybe it was a bit daft to go and talk to the man with the weird warping powers (super-powered people were strange like that). Her mission set, the veiled woman approached the somewhat smaller – ya, really – freak of nature in her usual quiet and eerie ambience.
“Most mortal men die in the face of a gun.” Or so she was told. “You, however, are the anomaly.” The woman crawled from behind the abominable man and took the empty seat beside him. “Well, not that it matters to me. But cheating death is a bit silly, don't you think?” She shot her subject a blank stare, amber eyes lingering to make contact as an eerie pause followed the brief exchange of words.