#connor 01

Being in a strange city was just part of life now, wasn’t it?

It didn’t bother Lowain too much. He was more excited to see who could meet here and what he would see, sometimes a combination of the two - in this case, what he saw was someone he could meet, someone who looked...odd, out of place, at least to him anyway. So rigid. So perfect. So...

“Weird.”

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“Ahhhhh. Why ‘o things cost ‘money’? What’s money anyway. I just want some crayons and paper!” Pouting as much as about always when the kid didn’t get his way he looked into the window of the store. “I should just take ‘em. Who’d miss a box of crayons and a bit of paper?”

A silly grin goes on his face as he thinks about it. Finally he’d be able to draw again. He missed doing his doodles. If only he was a good thief though as he’s already found himself failing at his task and walking right into the back of a taller man.

“Oops. I’m not a very good thief.” Then again he was just a kid, a lot younger than the body he was possessing, but the guy he ran into seemed a bit scary so for once he actually decided to apologize. “S.. sorry mis’er...”

His skin was darker than hers and yet his eyes were so big. She knew not what to make of it, other than to look away and try to mind her own business. And it would have worked, too, if it weren't for the sudden rattling of some horrifying monster that broke up the roads. She threw her hands over her ears and stumbled back, hoping that the man who had been possessed by that twisted fiend wouldn't come near her.

Brown irises immediately shoot wide open as the assassin finds himself on the cold ground, surrounded by architecture that seemed to be far more advanced than the likes of anything he had ever seen back in the West Indies or even in the Americas. Was it possible that he could have been shipwrecked once again...? No, if that was the case, the area around would have looked more...sandy to say the least. Trying his best to remember what happened he remembered meeting strange men in white coats, and then the next thing he knew, here he was in this strange place. Considering everything here seemed so much more advanced, he could only assume he had found himself in a city of some kind. 

After a few moments, Adewale pushes himself from the ground and gets himself back on his feet. He figured the best course of action would be to just explore the area and see what it had in store for him. There had to be other people here, right? Perhaps someone would be able to assist him in finding his way back to Haiti. 

As he began walking a little bit, he looked at his wrists, noticing that his hidden blades were gone, and then began tapping the side of legs only to realize that the rest of his equipment was gone as well. The only thing he had left was his machete, and it wasn't even a real one. Just a fake one made out of wood. He frowned as he walked further on, coming to an abrupt stop as he saw a white hood nearby. As he got closer to approaching, he noticed the man's robe, the robes of an assassin. That was good news to be sure. His assassin brethren were some of the last people he had expected to find in such a mysterious place. 

As he finally approached the man,he was intrigued to find out that the other assassin looked somehow familiar to him. He couldn't be quite too sure, but he was about to find out. Asking a fellow assassin for help seemed like the most plausible approach at this point.

"Whoa..."

     Had someone been fighting them? Deciding to investigate, as the boy rounded the corner, he could only pause as he saw a hunched over figure clad in white.

"Hey! You alright, Mister?"