Arrival [Open]

[CLYDE HAWKE]

So, this was Logue Town, huh? The young Shandian paced down the road, his wings hidden by the large brown overcoat that he wore. The Sun was high in the sky, the day only having reached its afternoon mark. The streets were filled with people, all going about their own businesses. Some were shopping. Others were simply wandering. Street vendors lined the sides of the road, each businessman seeking to sell their wares. Marines patrolled the streets in pairs or squads, looking out for troublemakers, known pirates and criminals. It seemed like an average day in Logue Town. But for the new arrival of the Shandian, it was immensely interesting.

Though he failed to show it, his face a simple deadpan, the curiosity of the tanned man brought him forward nonetheless, as he paced through the crowd. He wore a large overcoat, its right sleeve torn off, strips and remnants of it simply curling over his shouder. The collars were held erected, designed to be layers of strips that reached all the way up to his cheek bone. In a way, it was made to be armor, the material being of hard protective leather. Under it, he wore a plain black shirt, which hugged his body quite well, giving a slight glimpse of his torso's contours.

Around his neck, he wore a large silver collar with what seemed to be a lock. Unknown to others, this was a signification made by his father, to lock up his pride as a Shandian. He was an exile of his tribe, someone who had disobeyed the laws and broke the rules. It had been a miracle that he had survived, and by sheer luck, found his way here, to Logue Town. A pink headband made itself present around his head, holding up the thick strands of brown dreadlocks he had for hair, each strand ending with a dye of red.

A pair of dark green pants finished his attire, held in place by a white belt with a bronze buckle. A black band was wrapped around his right wrist, another silver shackle upon it, while his left hand was gloved. A pair of black combat boots finished his attire.

What was he doing on Logue Town, exactly? Well, after having found himself near here, or at least, having come to senses in a nearby island, he had hitched a ride in a merchant ship to make his way here. All his life, he had heard about the Blues below, and their Blue Sea dwellers. Actually being able to see them was quite an experience for the Shandian. And as much as he missed his home, he decided that while he had the opportunity to do so, he would sail the Blues and witness what the Blue Sea dwellers had for them.

Of course... He'd have to find people to sail with first, right?

[Yonkou Seiryuu]

Lougetown wasn't exactly his territory, the city and it's riches belonged to another yonkou, but that did not stop Azure from invading their territory and play around. Idly sitting atop of the rooftops of the great port city, he had originally come here to pay his respect to Roger. The old fool left us alone here, when the MARINES shackled him to these very streets. Azure might have only been a kid, but the effected him all these years. Would Roger have been proud of what he had become, would he approve of this new world of piracy, he had many questions for the dead king. Though he could not expect an answer, taking a stand from his prone position. Taking a short bow before the gallows, the man began his adventure back to the harbor.

Putting a single hand on the coffin set beside him, he put the item on his back, treated similar a backpack. Azure carried it like it weighed nothing, taking a running jump to cross the rooftops. Skipping, almost in a simple stride from tile to tile. Though his pathway fell apart, as he came to a highway of people. The buildings spread far and thin, then the simple clusters he journeyed across. Kneeling down to inspect the crowd. His emerald eyes searching through the people beneath him, he could see the simple civilians walking blindly past pick pockets and piety pirates. Marines spread far and thin in between, along with the rare bounty hunter keeping back. Though one thing caught his attention, an odd color accessory. The male, couldn't be older then twenty wore a bright pink headband, with clothing that did not fit in.

"who are you kid." he asked himself, his finger tracing his chin. Inspecting him further, with emerald pants, and other strange hues painted across his outfit. His interest caught by the young man, the yonkou would pay him a visit. Taking a casual leap down from the rooftops, a small indent from his choice of landing. Parting the crowd, well fuck there were far too many people to just weave through with this kind of equipment. "fuck kid, your in there deep." talking to himself again, scratching his forehead before being enlightened. Removing the coffin from his back, he cocked his hand back, the coffin tilting back at a slight angle, before the yonkou pulled his hand forth and threw it. The metal coffin soared through the air, as graceful as a ton of bricks.

While his target wasn't the odd man, it was his destination, as the yonkou cleared himself a path, but created a wake of destruction, as people spread across the ground injured or not, with a few vendors stands shattered from the weight of the massive coffin soaring through it. The male casually strolling up to the unknown male Clyde, both his legs spread lazily, with his wooden soboto drawn as a walking stick. The jagged weapon struck into the ground. The male inspecting the male once again, this time however he had a much better view. Due to his build, diet and appearance, he was from none of the blues, this man from the grand-line. His outfit however had a culture on it that he couldn't put his finger on. "where you from kidd." he stated, retrieving his coffin from the nearby brick wall.

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[CLYDE HAWKE]

When someone falls from the sky, upon the earth, with a sound as loud as a cannon fire, it would take a dead man to not throw his eyes at its direction. Clyde furrowed his eyebrows, stopping in his tracks as he glared at the sudden arrival of the man. He was certainly one for flashy entrances, that was for sure, but Clyde was honestly more worried about what this appearance implied. He knew Logue Town was famous for its pirate-marine conflicts. Was he perhaps walking into one? He took a step back. He was here to look for companions to travel with, not a fight to throw himself into. That was when, however, did the coffin from the man's back take into the air.

Clyde's eyes slightly widened, as he watched it dart through the air, moving towards his direction. Another step back did the Shandian take, as the coffin tore through wooden stands, stores and shoved aside the crowd of people before Clyde. Who knew just how many of them would be walking out of this unplanned meeting with broken ribs? If Clyde had time to, he would wager every single one of them. That coffin looked far from light and soft. Especially as it fell into the brick wall to Clyde's right. His eyebrows would furrow, his eyes squinting as he stared at it, his arms slightly spreading outwards. What was going on?

He raised his head, watching as the wielder of the coffin made his way slowly towards Clyde. And at that moment, Clyde felt his stomach tighten into a knot. This did not feel good. The man seemed to be heading towards his direction. What had Clyde to receive such obviously dangerous attention? Or was the man simply looking for a fight? Clyde definitely did not look like a commoner, after all, with his choice of attire, but this...

The man stood before him then, pulling the coffin back to him. Great. His first day on Logue Town, and he was already high-lighted as a target.

"where you from kidd."

What? Where was he from? Clyde stared into the man's eyes, not willing to back away. How was he supposed to answer that? Perhaps saying that he was from Sky Island would be proper, but was it really his home? He was an exile, after all.

"I have no home." He replied simply, his voice deep and unwavering.