#redbellmurder

She has been dropped for you.

Not so long ago, it felt like, Natalia had been looking up into this sky, these stars, and dreaming of a world without war. No poverty. No struggle. No hardship for the ones she loved and the ones she had not yet met... all sworn on childhood pinky promises.

Staring up now on the latest patrol shift she had been given in a month or so, she found herself curving back into those memories along the line of the crescent moon in the sky.

"Luke... I haven't forgotten what we promised. Not even here." 

Not even now... with so little...

She held onto the metal railing overlooking the docks, standing on an elevated street on a farther-up part of the city. The coast, the tides, the pier, it all came into focus beneath the sky, moonlight setting pale flame to the water's dark surface. Little flickers, little sparks of what wasn't and what isn't. What can't be. The sight itself somehow pulled her into deeper melancholy.

In this place, there was only hardship, only poverty, the gap between people and their wealth deepened and deepening still like an ugly, festering gash, bleeding out through all the cracks in the pavement here. In all this, throwing in the threat of those demons beyond the walls... was it not war already? What could peace really mean, in a place like this?

A bounty of 250₯ is now on the head of Magoichi Saika for assaulting an officer and disrupting the peace. This potentially dangerous individual is currently not in the possession of identification. Approach with caution.

Welcome to Thalassia, Magoichi. It seems your arrival may be more...musical than expected.

You will be housed in N-1, of the Inner City.

Your ability to imbue weaponry with fire remains, but may be applied to no more than five rounds at a time. You will be able to do this again in thirty minutes' time.

As to your impressive arsenal, only your revolvers remain intact. Your machine gun, however, is missing a few essential parts.

Enjoy your stay.