Artist: Poets Of The fall - Song: Carnival of Rust - Word Count:564
Thus far the day had been quiet Carter thought as he walked the streets of The City of Light, he wasn’t slated to have his meeting until tomorrow and had somehow managed to screw up the dates, so he arrived a day early. This left him with nothing to do but explore, which he did, a lot. Hours of walking and talking to street vendors, studying fantastic designs and even making quick notes of the designs of some buildings had left him feel rather dulled now. He had taken a lot in and had no where to release his pent up energies, this is what led to his behavior as he felt a spiritual pressure much like his own approaching, thinking maybe it may be someone he knew he looked up only to see a man smoking a cigarette walking down the side walk.
The man appeared older than him and a little over a foot taller, his hair was a muted grayish white coloring, almost bland, his dark eyes appeared dead, nothing shone from them, no glint to them. His attire was that of a Shinigami but with a red robe adored over the clothing, adding a certain flare you didn’t see from most reapers that weren’t high in ranks.
That itself confused Carter as he could sense the vast difference in power between them, not that it mattered to him, but as quickly as he noticed that he was hit with a torrent of mixed emotions the man couldn’t hide from someone like him. He couldn’t outright read the man’s thoughts, but he could sense a feeling of duty from him, a need to stay sharp, but also a darkness to him, as if he had lost something important and nothing mattered. He seemed to be a man close to the void.Well, that simply will not do.
He thought to himself quickly before walking past the man, closely while his thoughts appeared muddled and attempted to shoulder check him, upon that he would yell. “ Hey douche bag, watch where you’re walking or I’ll kick your ass!
” Trying to make his child like face appear as serious as possible. The fun though was that this man would think nothing out of the norm with the small white haired boy in front of him, for Carter gave off no spirit pressure and was dressed in plain street clothes. He appeared to be nothing more than a rude teenager with a sword strapped to his back, which given the state of the world wasn’t so far out of the realm of possibility.Take the bait man, give me a little break from my boring sight seeing and yourself one from whatever is haunting you.
He thought while making sure he kept his golden eyes locked on the man in front of him.