Hobo Piles [GK] (Read 168 times)

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Somewhere in Magnolia, there's a park; there has to be. I mean, c'mon. Well, anyway, a man with stunning, chubby, boyish looks - the epitome of charm and sexiness - had managed to find himself a vacant park bench to sit on. That's what he was doing; sitting there by himself with an expression of mulling upon him. Why? Well, with an acute enough ear, the curious could find out. He mumbled to himself with a hush.

"There's always burgers. Can't go wrong with burgers." His utterances were all along those lines. It was, perhaps, one in the afternoon. Clearly, he was trying to figure out what he should have for lunch. He was dressed casually. It was cool, so he had what amounted to a spring jacket on, shirt, pants, shoes - clothing hardly worth mentioning.

The park had grass, trees - you know, as parks do; but an adjacent tree soon found company with a male. He looked quite rugged, somewhat frail, and had a large bag slung over his shoulder. When he approached the tree, he emptied the bags contents. What spilled out was a collection of armour pieces and swords. Marso was just staring at him at this point. Then, without a word, the male, with his bag, walked off, leaving Marso to stare at the pile of armour and weapons before him.

[Isaac Fenrir]

Issac wasn't familiar with Magnolia but it wasn't a bad place so far. He wanted to sooner or later check out the Fairy Tail guild hall and see what they're all about. He had heard that they were pretty crazy and that's exactly how Issac liked it. He had also heard that their guild leader wasn't a bad looker either and that was something Issac really liked. Maybe he could just stop by a bit and hang with the Fairies and get with the GM before getting the hell out of there. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan a real good plan, on that Issac would make sure not to screw up.

Issac had no idea where he was going though and quite frankly was lost, damn it. He would have to ask someone for directions which was something he hated to do. "Damn, should have asked for directions a while ago! I have no idea where I'm going!" Issac growled finally admitting his stupidity. As he was going to find someone to help him he couldn't help but was going on in the distance. Some guy had droped something, a lot of something, in front of this other guy. What in the world did the guy drop though?

As Issac got closer he could tell that the things that were dropped were weapons! "Oh man! that's awesome! look at all those weapons and armor!" Issac looked and sounded like a kid at a toy store as he kneeled down to inspect what was dropped. Now Issac was a bit of a weapon junky but some of these weapons he had never seen before. "Are these all yours now? Did you know that guy?" He asked the guy that was just staring at the pile. This was one hell of a find and if Issac could he'd want to go home with some of it.

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How peculiar. Such oddity unfolding before him; yet, Marso still managed to settle into a state of pleasurable passiveness. His eyes bore sightlessly ahead, but despite that, with the approach of another, his tranquil state dissolved. Inadvertently, he focused on the fresh arrival as he made a display of the excitement he felt upon seeing the pile of weapons and armour pieces whimsically poured onto the ground. Marso simply watched initially. However, it quickly became evident that the individual before him had started speaking to him. Directing an eye to both his left and right, he confirmed that yes, the strangers words were meant for his ears.

“Me? Nah, man,” Marso replied as he waved a dismissive hand. He pressed it against the bench, used it as a support to hop down onto the waiting, dirt-packed ground below. He took his place beside him, settled into a squat as he directed his, ostensibly, world-weary eyes upon the pile before him. “That crazy guy down there?” Marso briefly looked in the direction he'd taken off in. His crazy, non-nonsensical cries and hollers could still be heard, growing fainter as he grew further and further away. “He just dumped them here.” Picking up some variety of dagger, he looked over at the stranger. “Hey, name's Marso. You – uh, you into weapons and stuff, then?”