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Silas Agata · 07-26-2010, 01:03 PM

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Thin strips of leather were used to fasten the combat knife to the belt loops of Silas’ cut off denim shorts. As he walked, the weapon swayed slightly and the young Russian could easily feel the weight of the steel tapping against his thigh. On his trips to Halifax the boy often brought the gift with him, for it had come in handy more than enough times to prove its worth. And although he had really had no trouble before, there was always the unknown threat of an enemy attacking while Silas perused through the neutral lands. Really, there was no disadvantage to carrying the weapon with him.

It had been used once to take a life and since then, Silas had not spilt any more canine blood with the blade. He had needed to prove his worth to the coyote clan and the only thing the two hybrids had wanted from him was split blood. He had obliged in the end, ridding the world of a cruel wolf that had only wanted to bring harm to the clan. And although Silas felt (somewhat) justified in his actions – for he had unknowingly protected the Inferni princess, in a way – there was still some sense of apprehension surrounding his action. He had never really been a fighter, but that was only because the boy’s efforts had been focused elsewhere as a young boy. He had worked in the Russo complex learning about the ships that sustained their way of life. The Russians were work horses in a sense, so they were built with much power, but Silas has never been taught to harness this strength into fighting. What he needed was a teacher. Until then, he’d have to wield the weapon the best he knew how, even if it wasn’t in correct form.

He had cut through Arachnea’s Revenge before heading into Halifax. Silas’ aim was to collect a few more things into the bag he had slung over his shoulder to bring home. Maybe he could even find another gift to bring to Halo; their recent interactions still made his stomach swirl. The boy headed into a sporting goods store, though the building was connected to a mall. He’d venture around in there for a little while and see if he could find anything, before moving on to the array of shops the once lively mall boasted.

Pendzez Zazkex · 07-28-2010, 10:37 PM

Pendzez had went beyond the border line that cut through the northernmost section of Halifax, coming into the bigger central area, where there seemed to be more forsaken rusted carriages. They seemed to litter each street and road that he past by. The buildings were the only things that still stood their ground against Mother Nature trying to take back the land that was once hers. Now, it looks like she's adapted to them, trying to keep them up rather than bring them down. The world changes every day.

He walked further down, with him as always his masamune, and his belt pouch of herbs, with an old leather sack for other stuff. He had no particular objective to this trip, only that to look around to see if he could possibly find something of use, not only to him, but also to the pack. Food, supplies, materials, didn't really matter to him. There were no herbs here in the city, unless he found an old herbalist store.

He stopped at a big building, more wider than the other shops he had past. Something in his conscience that was saying to him to have a look. Maybe there was something of value in here. He opened one of the doors, which looked like it slides open, hearing a like echo inside as it opened. He walked in, stopping to examine his surroundings. It had a whole heap of stores here than there were outside. He was quick to know the name of it. A mall. Where was he going to start?

Silas Agata · 07-29-2010, 06:52 PM

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The former glory of the store was hard to recognize. Silas moved his way past the strewn debris of items the humans would have once found purpose to buy. Many things had been picked through, others still lay on the floor discarded, and even then there were things rusted or decomposed by nature past recognition. Still, some things were intriguing enough to catch the young Russian’s attention and Silas moved through the store thumbing through items to find something of use. A lot of it was old sports equipment, much of which was lost on Silas. He lifted an aluminum bat from the rusted tangle of old shelves, twirling it in his hands as his pale blue eyes swept over it. It was a strange sight, and Silas couldn’t possibly imagine what it had been used for. Though it had not rusted, seeing as how aluminum is not prone to that, the bat had begun to corrode. No longer was the surface smooth and shiny, but rough and with loss of polish. Finding it of no use, Silas let the bat clatter to the floor with a dull metallic clang.

After some more perusing around the store, Silas found a section made for him. The oversized letters no longer clung to the wall over the area, but the shadowy remnants of their existence still remained. Hunting. Stepping over the expected debris, Silas made his way through this area, tossing aside the strange mechanical weapons he didn’t recognize or know how to work. However, the Russian did eventually find his way to a small area of knives and the boy’s eyes lit up. "Zhis ees amazing," he said out loud, though he knew perfectly well that he was alone. Reaching out, Silas lifted a knife sharpening kit out of a broken glass display case. Kept safe in a storage case, the items inside were still intact.

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Pendzez Zazkex · 08-01-2010, 06:56 PM

Pendzez moved on after the door. He searched the area as he moved forward, seeing the many little shops that are now forgotten and abandoned. He imagined what it would have been like if the humans were still here. Passing each forsaken stall and shop, he went further into the mall as he searched for what ever he could find useful. There should be a herbalist shop here somewhere. Herbalism would have existed amonst humans.

He was some way in the mall, when he heard voices. For a moment, the white male thought it was spirits of the humans, still wandering this place. No, it was living. It was a wolf, or a coyote. Was it Inferni? Smelt like it, but only one. He hoped this one was kind. He went further one, only to find that in a store, he saw the living creature, looking at knives. He had hold of the masamune's handle as he cautiously approached, but didn't enter the store itself. "And you are?"

Silas Agata · 08-03-2010, 10:48 PM

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Fingers brushed over the items set securely in the case and Silas took a sharp inhalation of breath, amazed at the cool smoothness of the metal beneath his touch. This would be of great use to him, and perhaps even to Inferni’s warriors, for they’d be able to keep their weapons sharp and in fighting condition. Silas hadn’t expected to find quite a treasure, but he was grateful he had decided to pursue this building. Had he simply turned another street, this great prize would have gone unfound and Silas would perhaps still be looking for something useful to scavange.

The boy didn’t have long to himself before a voice sounded behind him and Silas didn’t even have a chance to turn his gaze before he knew the essentials. He had been too focused on the sharpening kit to notice the smell, but now his senses told him that he had encountered a male from Phoenix Valley and that no one else was present. His icy gaze met the stranger, though he made no move to reach for his weapon. After all, Silas was a relatively peaceful soul. "Mine name ees Silas," he told the stranger, an ear turning curiously. "And you?"

Pendzez Zazkex · 08-29-2010, 06:56 PM

Pendzez's fiery eyes met with the Inferni creature. Despite the conflicts that many had with Inferni, Pendzez didn't choose to react immediately to a neutral soul, not unless he had a reason why. The accent of the Inferni creature was strange. Maybe it was because he was from another country? Who knows. Cautious eyes watched as the white male step just a few more steps closer. "Pendzez Zazkex."

The white male shifted his eyes to behind Silas, noticing the knife rack behind him. He saw quite a few blades of knives and sharpeners. Maybe this creature was into knives. That was noticeable when the Inferni canine took time to look at the white male. "I see your into knives."

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