Vices and Vineyards [Aeon]

[Miguel Van Helsing]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212] THIS IS A GAME. DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES. Alcohol. It was everywhere, from the streets to the stores and even in the houses. The entire place practically reeked of the different kinds of beverages made with that key ingredient in mind, from fruity to just plain alcohol. People were wandering around, holding bottles and sometimes even crates of the stuff, flittering to and fro from the buildings and other people in the area. From underneath his leather trench coat’s hood, Miguel couldn’t help but sigh as he took another sip of his tea. There was just so much booze around him, but he knew that he would never be allowed to take even a sip of the stuff while in public. Heck, he can’t even be seen buying any alcoholic beverage –or any other vice like tobacco, mind you- without breaking his image. Even while in disguise, like right now. Still, he couldn’t help the longing gleam that appeared in his eyes for a second as he eyed a crate of his favourite type of alcohol -Extra Añejo tequila- being carried by some workers towards a particularly high-class looking liquor store. If only he were as free as the other marines to do whatever he wanted… but alas, it was not meant to be. There would be other opportunities to get that wonderful drink in the future. He would find a way that wouldn’t implicate him with it whatsoever. For now though, he simply enjoyed his brief time-off away from marine business and ignored the stares he kept getting while he was at it. It was as if they’ve never seen a hooded guy with a guan dao drinking tea in a posh café before. Bunch of weirdoes. Unfortunately he would get even more stares if he took off his favourite trench coat and exposed his wings, so he had to simply tolerate their stares and the curiosity he could practically taste in the air. The things he did for a good cup of tea and some decent privacy…. TAGGING: AEON | WORDS: 331 | NOTES: TORTURE?

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] your heart will stop, one of these days By now, the white-haired youth had managed to get a decent majority of his memories back. He still couldn’t remember his family or friends as anything more than blurred outlines, but if there was one thing he’d learned it was to keep pushing forward. That is exactly what he’d been doing for the past few weeks, pushing forward continually. He’d managed to get to Micqueot with relative ease, having paid for the trip with what little money he’d had left. Looking for some bounties here would likely be a good idea if he wanted to be able to keep paying for food and travel. At the thought of food his stomach growled, so he started heading for the nearest café. He still found it surreal to be stuck in the past because of his cursed sword. He’d see someone in the streets, and have a fleeting moment of recognition, but then realize he didn’t actually know them, or at the very least they didn’t know him. It was still difficult to wrap his mind around the thought that currently his parents would be right around the same age as he was. His thoughts had him so distracted that he hadn’t realized he’d walked right into a café already. That is, until someone shoved him forward, and he fell face first onto one of the patron’s tables. He let out a gasping wheeze as the wind was knocked out of his lungs by the edge of the table connecting with his ribcage. It was the only sound he made before laying still, trying to catch his breath, not even noticing the hooded man sitting at the table. WORDS! 276 TAGS! Miguel NOTES! Whoot! Posts for all active members are done!

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[Miguel Van Helsing]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212] THIS IS A GAME. DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES. THUMP! At the sudden sound, Miguel looked up from the cup of tea he had been drinking with a frown on his face. He blinked in surprise when he saw some white haired boy with his face planted on his table. What in the world? Miguel simply watched the body for a few moments, wondering if this was some sort of bizarre greeting ritual he had not been made privy to while he was in the Academy. He wouldn’t put it past these strange wingless denizens to have weird customs like that. However, after a few moments the admiral finally figured that the boy wasn’t going to say anything and would probably just lay there like a piece of decorative furniture. Honestly, he would have just left the boy to lie there like a rag doll, but he could practically feel the curious stares from the other patrons intensifying. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was being rude and ignoring some sort of custom or if it was because the boy shouldn’t be there in the first place, but in any case he was starting to become a bit of an eyesore. Coming to a decision, Miguel let out and inaudible sigh and placed his tea on the table before standing up, walking to his side, picking up the white haired boy by his shoulders, and then placing him on the empty seat in front of his own. After that, he simply walked back to his seat and sat back down. ”Is there a reason why you were kissing my table?” The disguised admiral deadpanned as he stared at the smaller –and probably younger- boy with an intense gaze. TAGGING: AEON | WORDS: 281 | NOTES: TORTURE?

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] your heart will stop, one of these days Just as Aeon managed to get the wind back into his lungs, he felt himself being picked up by someone with considerable strength and placed into the seat across from the person who had put him there. He felt a bit dizzy from having been winded. “Is there a reason why you were kissing my table?” Aeon’s dizziness had a small effect on his cognitive thinking, and as such it took him a moment to process what was being said to him. “Huh..? Oh…I wasn’t kissing the table, someone shoved me and I fell on it,” he said, still sounding a tad winded from the impact. He could feel a bruise starting to form across his ribs from it. Whoever had shoved him was pretty damn strong, and would have some fessing up to do if he found them. It’s not like Aeon had done anything to validate being shoved; especially not that hard. “Ya happen to see the bastard that shoved me?” Aeon was fairly peeved about it, and taking it out on someone who would pull something so rude with no instigation certainly deserved a beat down. Though before he would kick some sense into an idiot; the cup of tea the stranger had smelled pretty damn good. Aeon wondered if any of the waiters would be coming by soon. WORDS! 222 TAGS! Miguel NOTES! Whoot! My muse is going pretty good today

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[Miguel Van Helsing]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212] THIS IS A GAME. DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES. It took a moment for the white haired boy to regain his bearings from kissing Miguel’s table before answering. Once he did, the admiral stayed quiet and just stared at the boy for a moment as he contemplated the truth of his statement. To be honest, it sounded much more reasonable than his theory of it being some sort of unique Micqueot greeting and it did explain why the boy seemed winded when he finally deemed to speak. He didn’t look like he was lying either, so he decided to believe him for now unless evidence to the contrary suddenly arose. After all, everyone is innocent until proven guilty. Or at least that’s what the Marine justice system wanted to claim even though it seemed that they wished to follow the opposite most of the time. Instead of answering, Miguel simply took another sip of his tea while he listened to the boy speak again, this time asking if he had seen the person who had shoved him. Admittedly, it was a reasonable question to ask… if he had not stated what he had just earlier. Maybe the blow to his ribs jostled more than bone? So in response, Miguel shrugged. ”I would not have asked you about kissing my table if I had seen the culprit.” Hopefully the boy wouldn’t look for that random stranger and start a fight though, no matter how justified it may be. He would really rather not have to reveal himself and break up a fight with his authority or sheer brute force in worse cases; after all, he was off-duty right now and he really didn’t want anyone interrupting his downtime or having people associate him with his normal disguise. TAGGING: AEON | WORDS: 287 | NOTES: TORTURE?

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] your heart will stop, one of these days “Ah, yeah, right, shoulda figured,” Aeon shook his head slightly, “Sorry, I’ve not been able to think straight the past few days.” He wondered if he should find his own table before attempting to order tea. It was rather rude to just intrude on someone who was sitting by themselves without an invite. His dad had been sure to hammer manners into his head when he was young. They may have been pirates, but his parents weren’t uncivilized by any means. And looking for another place to sit would give him opportunity to look for whoever was the jerk that had shoved him in the first place. He gently rubbed at the bruise forming on his chest before getting up from the table with an apologetic smile. “Sorry for disturbing you,” he said before walking away from the table. He figured the best way to find the person would be to wander around, looking like he was just searching for a seat. So that’s what he started to do. Unfortunately, Aeon wasn’t the best at being inconspicuous. After a minute or two it became very apparent he was looking for someone rather than just looking for a place to sit. WORDS! 200 TAGS! Miguel NOTES! I'm on a posting spree xD

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[Miguel Van Helsing]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212] THIS IS A GAME. DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES. When hearing a sincere apology, there was only one thing that Miguel could really say. ”It’s alright.” Miguel picked up his cup and took another sip of his tea and continued to observe both the white haired boy and their immediate surroundings. It was more out of habit than anything else by now since the boy didn’t seem suspicious at all. As such, Miguel wasn’t intrigued enough by the boy to let him stay at the table for long, so he simply nodded at the apology and watched him for a bit when he left. That didn’t stop him from continuing to observe the café and the street while drinking his tea though. Because he had been observing the café, it soon became obvious to the admiral that the boy who had just left his table seemed to be looking for someone. He had a feeling that he knew who the boy was looking for, causing to frown underneath his hood. Looks like he had to keep an eye on him after all. Just as Miguel raised his cup once more and was about to sip, he suddenly frowned again as he looked down at it. Looks like he was out of tea. Normally he would just pay the bill and leave, but now he had something interesting to keep an eye on. As such, he called on one of the waiters who had just come out of the cafe’s interior. The waiter looked nervous as he approached the hooded man. “Yes, sir?” ”Another order of this tea.” The waiter looked at him dubiously for a second, curious as to why an obvious visitor in Micqueot wasn’t ordering liquor of any kind. He simply stared back in response, causing the waiter to flinch. “Of course sir. Right away sir.” With that, the waiter hurried off to fulfil the scary stranger’s order. Satisfied, Miguel continued to sit there and enjoy his little respite from his duties while keeping an eye on the white haired boy’s suspicious activities. He wouldn’t act until the boy actually did something. TAGGING: AEON | WORDS: 345 | NOTES: TORTURE?

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] your heart will stop, one of these days It was frustrating. He’d gone around the café multiple times and still no sign of anyone who could have shoved him. Standing in a corner of the building, he crossed an arm over his chest and tapped at his chin. It’s not like he could have gotten too far really, though he probably did leave the building to avoid being caught easily. Aeon nodded a bit at this conclusion. It was really the only logical one there could be. Hitting the side of his fist down on his open palm, he grinned. All he had to do was head out to the streets and renew his search. Striding briskly, the youth wove his way through the café and out the door. The light outside was a bit brighter than in the café, and he squinted a bit as he scanned the street for anyone who looked suspicious. Luckily for him, he spotted someone about his height wearing a cloak. The cloak itself was fairly odd in this weather, especially so when the person turned enough Aeon was sure they could see him. After that they quickly bolted down the street, making a sharp turn into an alley. They didn’t realize Aeon had had plenty of practice chasing down suspects and was fast on their heels, even without the special powers of his sword. He’d rather not use them anyway due to the side effects he was left with afterward. Running full tilt down the street, he had to dodge a lot of pedestrians to keep the speed. Though for some reason he seemed to have inhuman reflexes; to the point he could avoid something that was just out of his field of vision as well. He mentally shrugged it off as just another thing he’d not remembered yet. He skidded to a partial stop at the opening of the alley way, changing direction skillfully and bolting about halfway down it before stopping in his tracks. “How the hell did I lose that asshole?” Aeon wondered aloud. Indeed the person he had been chasing had appeared to just vanish into thin air in the moment he’d been out of Aeon’s sight. Scratching his head in confusion, Aeon stood there dumbfounded for a moment, not paying much else attention to his surroundings. WORDS! 380 TAGS! Miguel NOTES! Holy shit my muse just took off like a damn rocket here

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[Miguel Van Helsing]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212] THIS IS A GAME. DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES. If there was one thing that Miguel had learned about the boy he had been subtly observing since he had left his table, it was that he seemed to lack a sense of subtlety. Really, he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was looking for someone anymore. It was why he wasn’t surprised at all when he decided to leave and probably expand his search beyond the café, all for what was probably a grudge. Sheesh, kids these days with their grudges…. Not that he was one to talk, of course. But still, the thought counted and it got him to thinking as well. Should he really follow the kid and keep him out of trouble? Miguel mulled the thought over for a few moments before mentally shrugging. It really wasn’t any of his business if the kid wanted to get even with the person who pushed him face-first to his table. Besides, he figured that the local law enforcement in the area would be enough to take care of any potential trouble that may arise. It would be too extreme if an admiral like him would interfere in a little scuffle anyway, even if almost no one currently knew that he was even in the area at all. With those thoughts in mind, Miguel finished his second cup of tea and paid his bill. He had no more reason to stay in here now that there were no potential troublemakers in the area, so once he had paid his bill he simply left to explore the rest of Micqueot. As he did, he pushed the strange boy to the back of his mind. After all, it wasn’t like he was going to meet him again anytime soon, right? “How the hell did I lose that asshole?” Wrong. Miguel tilted his hooded head as he heard the white haired boy’s voice coming out from the alleyway he had just passed. Well, at the very least it looked like his theory was correct; the boy was chasing after the man who had pushed him. He stood there for a few moments, thinking about tailing the boy and stopping him from doing anything stupid before mentally shaking his head again. As intriguing as it sounded, it was simply not his problem for now. The boy can deal with it himself, or the local law enforcement if need be. With those thoughts in mind, the admiral began to walk away. TAGGING: AEON | WORDS: 410 | NOTES: STALKER?

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] your heart will stop, one of these days Aeon’s preoccupation with figuring out how he lost his target had him at a small disadvantage when a small group of thugs blocked off the alley entrance. “Well boys, ain’t this guy got some fancy duds.” Aeon quickly turned to face the group of thugs. There were three of them in total. The first one had a large, muscular build with a bald head and a missing tooth. The one to the left of him was much leaner; almost twig like when compared to the first thug and sported a large Mohawk. The last of the trio was the shortest, and easily the most rotund of the group. “Oh, I’m sorry, is this your alley? I’ll just be going if you’ll step aside,” he tried to calmly play the situation off. Knowing these types of people he doubted it would work, but you can’t blame a guy for trying. “I don’t think so pipsqueak. You want out of here you’ll have to hand over your wallet and that fancy sword of yours.” “Oh, what, this old thing?” Aeon let out a small, slightly nervous laugh. “I’m afraid I can’t do that.” “Then I’ll just take it.” The burly thug swung his meaty fist straight for Aeon’s face. On instinct he drew his blade. He’d not drawn it before, and was surprised when the runes began to glow as it slid out of its sheath. Once it was out everything slowed down considerably, save for Aeon himself. The thug’s fist was still coming toward him, but at such a slow speed it was easy for Aeon to step out of the way before it could connect. Well, this is new, he thought to himself with a smug grin and knocked the thug’s legs out from under him, sending him in a slow-mo face plant. The other two thugs started coming for him, but were just as easily dodged. Aeon stepped around them, pantsed them both, and ran like hell. As soon as he was out of the alley he turned, continuing to run down the street for a bit before sheathing his sword again. He looked over his shoulder once he had, laughing as the thugs tried to scramble out of the alley after him. Unfortunately this distracted him just long enough for him to run headlong into the man from the café, WORDS! 392 TAGS! Miguel NOTES! Why do I have so much muse for Aeon now?

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[Miguel Van Helsing]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212] THIS IS A GAME. DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES. Thud thud thud thud thud thud! What was that? Miguel paused in front of a building, frowning underneath his hood. Curious, he turned around to get a better look at the source of that out-of-place sound. He was met with the sight of the same guy that had kissed his table at the café running towards him at full speed. Fortunately, his reflexes were fast enough to catch the guy by the shoulders before he crashed into him and sent them both sprawling to the ground. Once the guy was stable, he stared at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering just why he crashed into him again. Before he could say anything though, someone else beat him to it. “Get back here you slippery little rat!” Miguel looked up and saw three men that looked like stereotypical thugs, all of which were headed their way. He frowned. It looked someone was just asking for a healthy dose of military-style justice. Though he was on his day-off, it won’t stop him from obliging them. However, he supposed that he could give them one last chance to back off and run away with their tails between their legs before he turned them into paste. ”Leave him alone.” At those words, the thugs actually stopped right in front of them and looked at the hooded man in disbelief. “Lookie here guys! There’s someone here who wants play hero! He’s even dressed for the part!” The thin mohawked man sneered. “What’s the matter, the theatre not enough for your little costuming fetish?” Miguel didn’t bother to reply and simply continued to gaze at them indifferently, almost as if he was bored. The lack of reaction irritated the three thugs. “What, no comeback Mr. Shady?” The short and round one snickered. “I thought actors like you had silver tongues or something, not lead ones!” ”A waste of my time. Like you.” Miguel’s flat comeback made all three thugs see red. “Why you overgrown bastard!” The burly one snarled as he lunged for him with a fist. “Now both of ya’ll get crushed!” To thug’s surprise, the hooded man let go of the boy’s shoulders, stepped to the side and easily caught his fist without any signs of strain or budging with his left hand. His surprise then turned to horror when the hooded man started squeezing his fist hard enough to make him fall on his knees in pain. “AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGH!” ”I will ask again.” Miguel asked in the same flat tone. ”Are you still going to persist?” TAGGING: AEON | WORDS: 412 | NOTES: ENCOUNTER!

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] your heart will stop, one of these days To his surprise, Aeon didn’t go flying headlong into the ground after running into the man he ran into. Instead he was caught by the shoulders; a twinge of pain running through his body he assumed was from the sudden stop. Before he could continue running past though, the thugs were there. Amazingly it only took three short words from the man to get the thugs to freeze. Aeon doubted they’d just leave like that though, and their big talk reply confirmed his suspicions. The man didn’t respond to their verbal provocations though, rather staying silent until finally telling the three they were a waste of time. Unsurprisingly, that pissed the three off to no end. The burly thug decided that was his cue to start throwing punches again. Before Aeon could react the man had let go of his shoulders, causing Aeon to spin just slightly, facing the action about to happen. What he witnessed was the man easily catching the full force of the thug’s punch with one hand. Now that in itself was surprising, but when the man squeezed on the thug’s fist hard enough to send him down to the ground in pain Aeon’s jaw dropped open in shock. The only time he’d seen that was…well, was when who he could only assume was his father had crushed a man’s shoulder with his cyborg hand. WORDS! 229 TAGS! Miguel NOTES! Shorter than I've been doing, but really Aeon's just observing at this point.

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[Miguel Van Helsing]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212] THIS IS A GAME. DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES. “Like hell we will, you stupid punk!” The tall lanky man with a Mohawk drew something bronze from his pocket and flipped it open, letting the blade shine in the sunlight. “I’mma skin ya alive first, punk!” “Now die!” The thug ran towards him with his switch blade poised to thrust into him. However, a few steps before he would have reached him, he jumped high up and descended towards the cloaked man with a kick. Miguel didn’t even bother to let go of the still-kneeling brute and simply caught the falling thug by the ankle. Without missing a beat, the disguised Admiral swung him around by his leg and threw him to the side, where the last member of the group was attempting to sneak up on said Admiral with another switchblade in his hands. “Oh shi-?!” The last member of the group could only gape as the thin Mohawked man slammed into him, sending them both crashing into the wall of the nearest building with a loud thud. They both slid down the wall in a tangle of limbs and bruises, both dizzy from the impact. They weren’t used to punishment like the big guy, and it showed. “No…!” The burly thug choked at the sight before glaring at the man holding his fist. “Now you’re really gonna get it, asshole!” The thug gritted his teeth and forced himself to throw a punch towards the taller man’s groin through the pain. Unfortunately for him, it was stopped by a vicious knee that that nearly broke his other fist, which was immediately followed by an equally-vicious and high stomp that did crush his hands and fingers with a loud and audible pop and crack. “ARGH!” The thug screamed and started to cry when his entire hand –and by extension his arm as well- became alight with a wicked burning, pained sensation. ”Are you done now?” Miguel deadpanned. ”This is getting boring.” Two of the thugs were too disoriented from their impromptu meeting with the wall to respond. The one in front of him couldn’t respond either because he was busy crying over his crushed hand. TAGGING: AEON | WORDS: 356 | NOTES: CURBSTOMP

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] your heart will stop, one of these days Well, it was quite obvious this man was not one to be trifled with. Aeon made a mental note to stay on his good side, for now at least. He tried to keep his expression straight, but the slightest bit of uncomfortable worry seeped into his poker face. He was just a bounty hunter with a sword and charisma. This guy had to have had some serious years of training under his belt. The white haired young man hoped it was easy to stay on this guy’s good side. Getting on his bad side would likely end up with him severely incapacitated, and without full memories he didn’t know who he could go to for help. Being stuck in the past didn’t help him at all either, since he couldn’t exactly find someone he knew and talk to them like they’d known him his whole life. He realized then that a key thing he’d need to do is remember his parents’ faces and names. With that information it would be fairly easy to find them. At this point all he could remember was a ship with red sails, and a woman wearing equally red clothes that obviously set her off as the captain of the ship. Clearing his throat, he tried to get the man’s attention, not even bothering to pay the defeated thugs any mind at this point. “That was a pretty good beat down you gave them,” Aeon said, making use one of his oh so wonderful latent abilities of his, Charisma of the Incubi; though he didn’t remember even having it. “Do you think you could perhaps help me with something? I’m trying to track a certain woman down to collect a bounty, but I wasn’t given more than a very rudimentary description of her,” the lie slipped easily off his tongue as he was used to lying to targets to get information from them, “She’d likely be pretty well known, since my employer thought the measly description he provided would be plenty to track her down with; and you seem like someone who’d know of quite a few well known people.” WORDS! 355 TAGS! Miguel NOTES! Welp, there's another post down

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[Miguel Van Helsing]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212] THIS IS A GAME. DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES. Blue gray eyes drank in the sight of all three thugs struggling with pain. Maybe they were finally humbled enough to stop themselves from continuing this futile assault? Looking from the expressions on their faces and their subsequent reactions to the extremely one-sided beat down, it seemed that the truth of the situation was finally sinking into their heads. Before he was to decide anything to do with these thugs, the white haired boy suddenly interrupted him. For some reason he couldn’t figure out, the compliment sounded much more sincere coming from him, even though the white haired boy sounded just like the others and was even a complete stranger. Strange. Was he trying to butter him up for something? Hearing the second thing the white haired boy said basically confirmed it. Still, he stayed around liars and politicians long enough to spot a lie without the use of his Haki. However, there was probably no harm in helping the boy out, even though he had a day of relaxation planned. It would keep him out of trouble, at the very least, which meant less headaches for the local law enforcement in the long run. Besides, he was curious as to just what the boy was doing here anyway. White haired kids like him were uncommon around these parts. Speaking of which, time to bring these wimpy thugs to the hands of the local law enforcement. Confident that they wouldn’t do anything stupid again, Miguel held up a hand towards the white haired boy and then turned his gaze from the thugs and towards the few bystanders he had inadvertently attracted with his little display of force. He picked one that looked particularly gleeful about the thugs’ situation and gestured for him to approach. That particular bystander became nervous when the tall hooded man with the long wrapped bundle on his back asked him to approach, but he followed anyway just in case he might be offended and beat him up like those thugs if he didn’t. “Erm, I’d just like to say how thankful we are that you trounced those thugs like they were nothing but punching bags. They were nothing but trouble!” The blank stare the bystander received as a response unnerved him, making him gulp. “But yeah… was there something that you wanted?” ”Bring them to the police station. Bring others along to be sure.” The order surprised the bystander, but he kept quiet. ”Don’t worry about them doing anything, because if they do….” Miguel’s eyes took an ominous gleam as he looked at the downed thugs, who all flinched at the sight of nothing but those eyes. ”…I’ll know.” The bystander was a bit afraid of the shady guy’s words, but it didn’t stop him from looking like he won the lottery. “Sure! We’ll have these hooligans there in a jiffy!” He then turned towards some of the other fascinated bystanders. “Come on guys! Let’s go!” Miguel sent one last warning look towards the three thugs as they were hauled off by the bystanders and had their hands tied behind their backs with cloth and rope. After that was done, he turned his attention back to the white haired boy. ”…Alright.” Miguel finally answered after a few moments of silence. ”Let’s hear it.” TAGGING: AEON | WORDS: 547 | NOTES: CURBSTOMP

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