Ignatius
A N A R C H Y
Corellia
Coronet City
Mid Morning
I felt good today. Some time has passed since my last being here in Coronet City. I had come here for some time off. The luck with finding anybody from my dreams were slowly fading. I felt as though I was losing connection to the two girls and the guy. I knew that the girl with blonde hair was called Jasmine because of the white haired boy calling her as such. The only other thing I knew of them, were their faces and voices. And from the sound of it, they were all older, as well as myself. While I was 18 years old, my voice was not that deep. and I still had growing to come across. So I knew I would meet them all later, or at least, all of us would be in the same place at a later date.
I walked in the street carrying the Dauntless combat blade on my back. No matter where I was, I carried the weapon. The sword was my prize. it was all of my ability stored into one thing. I needed this sword. The other weapon I carried was a HP-101. A slugthrower pistol that was held in an armpit holster on my left side. All under my coat and the little battle skirt, or known formally as a kama, that I wore. All black. and hot. I wiped my brow as I walked the streets. Looking for something to do.
I wanted to really do anything. There were so many things to do here, that I didn't know what to start with. I questioned myself at first, and just kept walking. Maybe something will come up as I walked. You never know in a place like this.
[member="Yoka Anume"],
Coronet City
Mid Morning
I felt good today. Some time has passed since my last being here in Coronet City. I had come here for some time off. The luck with finding anybody from my dreams were slowly fading. I felt as though I was losing connection to the two girls and the guy. I knew that the girl with blonde hair was called Jasmine because of the white haired boy calling her as such. The only other thing I knew of them, were their faces and voices. And from the sound of it, they were all older, as well as myself. While I was 18 years old, my voice was not that deep. and I still had growing to come across. So I knew I would meet them all later, or at least, all of us would be in the same place at a later date.
I walked in the street carrying the Dauntless combat blade on my back. No matter where I was, I carried the weapon. The sword was my prize. it was all of my ability stored into one thing. I needed this sword. The other weapon I carried was a HP-101. A slugthrower pistol that was held in an armpit holster on my left side. All under my coat and the little battle skirt, or known formally as a kama, that I wore. All black. and hot. I wiped my brow as I walked the streets. Looking for something to do.
I wanted to really do anything. There were so many things to do here, that I didn't know what to start with. I questioned myself at first, and just kept walking. Maybe something will come up as I walked. You never know in a place like this.
[member="Yoka Anume"],