A Bit chilly[Open to Multiple]
Feb 2, 2017 4:59:56 GMT
Post by ☯EPIC☯ on Feb 2, 2017 4:59:56 GMT
It was an unusually cold day in the city, or at least those who were close buy and hadn't checked the weather would think it was. This fact didn't start the morning market from opening bright and early as usual however, nestled between some buildings where the roads just didn't quite line up and the sun was able to shine in for just a few hours, as if timing the event.
It had always been a calm event, just locals selling their goods and lower level adventurers offering trinkets to tourists who'd rather buy bits of the world then go out and see it. It was here so many made their living every three days even, an odd date to track but it'd become custom and had been agreed upon by those regular to it.
It was here they hunted.
Not too inconspicuous but that was part of it as well, a human of slightly above average height strode through the plaza but never stopped at a stall, simply moving too and frow, a brown trench-coat covering most of him and a matching fedora shadowing out his face. He was no one, and no one had ever asked but he'd been there before. Why was there a human with no digimon? Why did he come every three days but never buy? These and more were not only left unasked but also unthought of.
Whatever his motive was he had never disrupted a vendor or a sale, and so this morning, just like the one every three days past, this colorful little market opened for business right on time.
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It had always been a calm event, just locals selling their goods and lower level adventurers offering trinkets to tourists who'd rather buy bits of the world then go out and see it. It was here so many made their living every three days even, an odd date to track but it'd become custom and had been agreed upon by those regular to it.
It was here they hunted.
Not too inconspicuous but that was part of it as well, a human of slightly above average height strode through the plaza but never stopped at a stall, simply moving too and frow, a brown trench-coat covering most of him and a matching fedora shadowing out his face. He was no one, and no one had ever asked but he'd been there before. Why was there a human with no digimon? Why did he come every three days but never buy? These and more were not only left unasked but also unthought of.
Whatever his motive was he had never disrupted a vendor or a sale, and so this morning, just like the one every three days past, this colorful little market opened for business right on time.
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