chapter one. stellara's chessboard, [ invite | seth ]

It's my dark passenger
And it's riding all the way

[attr="class","quicklinks"]Hitomi Jabami

[attr="class","quicklinks"]608 words

[attr="class","technoscroll"]Seared fish and roasting hunks of pork mixed with the salty tang of the ocean, richly flavoring the air and masking the unpleasant taste of raw fish underlying the water's salt, though it could not entirely dispel it as breeze washed inward off of the waves. Distantly a saxophone and drums tapped out a melody, though whatever other instruments might have been present in the ensemble were too quiet or too distant to pick out. For a time things had been peaceful. Serene. Even here in Eridani, a place thriving with riotous new cultures and ideas and busy with booming expansion, the atmosphere of the day was surprisingly tranquil. The air warmed by the sun, and the people along the street moving with an almost lazy casualness though assuredly they were still busy and scurrying from project to project. It was almost surreal to see the glamorous picture before one while knowing the unrest hidden beneath, the stirrings of other things beneath the surface and the ever-present strains threatening to boil out. Yet always the common folk were so willing to forget about the troubles of the world for a sense of security in their meager lives. When would the snake raise its head to strike? What would they do when the danger becomes all too present and real for them to pretend it was something that didn't affect them any longer?

A man's footsteps, black boots marking an even tempo as they purposefully strode through the street. A black jacket slashed with green bars, its front left open and its hood was thrown back, a black shirt with green characters, hidden partially by the thick flat strap of a slim bag slung around the back. Sleeves were rolled up but white wraps covered most of the arms, a hint of twisting dark brown lines marking what pigmented showed though glimpses of pink lines scarring skin could be picked out as well. Dark pants were belted with a simple band of leather though pokeballs were clearly visible in loops there, hands were loose, hanging at sides idly.

Seth's gaze was steady and cool, hazel eyes tinting towards a lighter brown as they watched straight ahead, shifting only slightly to watch the streets on either side, always alert, always wary, though his stance showed him far from concerned. He might be called confident... if there was anything to be confident about. A meeting with a fellow Agent to have a discussion was not, however, something Seth really considered to fall under such.

A scent of herbs, flowers, and leaves, permeated gently, covering the scents of the docks as Seth drew closer to its source and it strengthened. A girl, youthful still and beautiful by most standards, sat outside, a yellow sundress and white scarf shifting with the breeze gently, the wind plucking at long loose black hair as she relaxed under an umbrella, a cup of tea in her hand. If it were not for the giant snake coiled at her side, she might have been thought of as delicate. Seth knew there was more than met the eye though. Hitomi was her name, at least among the others of Team Crux, and she was an agent in its ranks. Just like him. Even the most beautiful flowers could be treacherous, and one could never trust appearances. Approaching her steadily, he paused, nodding his head in acknowledgment as he glanced at her companion and then at the shop behind her which had been chosen as their meeting. "Should I have dressed more formally?" He asked, his form of a greeting perhaps, though his question seemed simple and serious.
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