@kazeoto liked [+] for a starter.
Law huffs a smokey breath out through his nose, the joint hanging loosely from his fingers. Golden eyes peer out from the shadow of his hat, practically glowing as they catch the early morning light. A chill still lingers in the air but it doesn’t affect the Northerner in his short sleeves and almost entirely open shirt. The cold isn’t a problem for him and this brisk air tells him this spring island is about to have a wonderfully fresh day. Suitable for an island where flowers are so large they act like trees. They tower over the cobbled streets, rising from gardens that surround quaint little cottages. Not so where the Surgeon of Death has placed himself.
He lingers in the gloom of a warren of streets. Buildings close together and the occasional sad looking bloom rising out of designated plots in the side walk. This shabby part of town still sits close to the market place, the early morning bustle threatening to become a roar out in the nearby wider streets. Law pays no mind to it, his sharp gaze focused on a particular wooden door and the occupant that will be leaving it very soon. Someone he needs to follow.
With a sigh he adjusts Kikoku on his shoulder, the sword feeling particularly restless this day. People walk by him as he waits, leaning against the wall. Most pay no mind to him. Some glance and quickly go on their way, not liking the vibe this particular man is giving off. The majority is heading towards the markets.
One particular figure stands out, her attire not quite fitting the peasantry dress of the locals. Long hair trailing behind and a sword on her person that draws Law’s gaze for a moment. It sends a tingle through him, the surgeon feeling something familiar. Kikoku does too and for a second she practically jerks in his grip. His hand tightens on her sheath, frowning in irritation and eyes turning to the cursed blade. The subtle whispers in the back of his mind grow, becoming insistent. They demand he follows the girl but he shoves down that alien urge.
“Stop it,” he hisses under his breath as he feels her blood lust grow. “I got a job to do and so do you. Behave and maybe you can make my target bleed.”
