| [member="Isaiah Dashiell"] | [member="Galen Arterius"] | [member="Carmela Creed"] |
Finding Carmela would be difficult. After all, Lianna was a world full of people, of different agendas, genders and races. For example, unbeknownst to the Dark Master, a smuggler had just smuggled someone planet side and thus it remained unforeseen to Pazela's great mind as to whether or not he would cross paths with Isaiah Dashiell or Galen Arterius, as he made way to the city of Portharton, where he was being led too.
A boy- unspectacular and relatively unknown, just like his world- was stood on the corner, watching out for officials that threatened the illegal activities happening in the Black Market. He smoked a cigarette to help pass the time, but the job he had been given was dull and he felt annoyance to the fact that his pay was nothing in comparison to the men that had employed him. But his annoyance had been pushed aside, in a mixture of fear and boredom, as he was in no position to tell his employers no, for they had made him fear for his life; and the dullness of his source of employment concerned him more than anything else. After all, he could be something way more entertaining. He was a teenager after all.
But on that fateful day, the boy would witness something spectacular, that would become the source of a story that he would tell for the rest of his life. Whether it would be with the childhood friends he would spend time with, playing computer games or participating in activities that only teenagers did; the run down bars he would find himself in later on in his adult life, over a glass of cheap alcohol and cigarette; or the accomplices he would continue to make as he delved deeper into crime, the boy would always remember the day he saw it.
As the boy lowered his cigarette and flicked the ash onto the pavement, upon a breeze that carried it away, he found himself staring into space. Eyes glazed, the boy blinked to regain his focus and as he was about to turn around to look around, he found himself stuck, eyes transfixed as a hooded man, dressed in a dark garb appeared out of no where. As the boy would go into detail in his story- about the dark man that just appeared out of nothing- he would always reminiscence about the mans eyes. Cold, yellow and predatory. About how he was sure that if the man knew what the boy knew, he was sure he would die.
Vilox Pazela entered the Black Market, eyes glancing to admire the wears that were being sold. He was met with the calculative gazes of vendors, buyers and the odd gangster, whose hands were always near to their weapons, he noted. He ignored them all. For he was here to continue a work far more important than their decadence and debauchery. Walking further on, Pazela continued his search for Carmela Creed.
