Red and yellow lights lined the air like two rail tracks; perpendicular and on either side of the street. The sun was starting to go down but there was a glimpse left. The streets were bustling with people starting their night shift, leaving work and browsing shops, leaving school and heading home and every other person in between. In this traffic, it almost seemed like the entire village was out here in this very district, in this very street. In a few hours, it would wear down to fewer people and only those who were interested in entertainment or shopping would stick around while everyone else would be home and settled in for the night. the air felt crisp and alive with all the movement and the frenzy which lessened the otherwise cool winds.
A soft ball of pink fluff slowly wandered past the crowd. She looked up at the theater for what would be playing tonight 'Raiden and Jupiter', a story about two deities from different religions who fall in love and their family who is against it. Sashine had heard about it from some snobby boy in the Academy; he had even spoiled the ending. Apparently, the two religions fight against one another, a bunch of morals and customs die off through the years and in the end, the two lovers run off together to join together but as they're about to be married, the religion itself dies off and Raiden appears dead. Jupiter kills himself now that no one believes in him either and his lover is dead as Raiden's followers come back to praise him despite not going back to the rest of his family. He reawakens to find that Jupiter dead and so, he offs himself with the same knife that his lover had used. It sounded pretty dramatic to her.
As Sashine ran the story through her mind, she couldn't help but think back to a comment that one of her sisters had made. 'Daggers are a coward's weapon. Why else do people always kill themselves with small blades?', her sister's brown eyes blazed as she spoke in the same way her wavy red hair shined in the sun, a large hammer under her arm as she rested. Unlike the rest of her siblings, Sashine was still looking for 'her thing', a specialty when it came to weapons. She had been using a dagger that day and jamming it into a dummy made out of wood and plant. If you hit it hard enough, sometimes sap would slide out from the wood and that's when you knew you could get a decent hit into someone. She had been practicing charging, angling and repeatedly stabbing it but still had difficulty landing a hit, much less actually making a bleeding wound on the damn dummy. She frowned as the thought was brought back into her mind. At the end of the street, she knew that there was a weapon shop. She had passed it many times. It annoyed her to go in there. She had been inside of it once... for a few seconds. In her defense, the list of weapons really made her panic in that she felt overwhelmed by the types of weapons, the different blades, the modifications to each blade, it all made her very stressed because she knew none of it and cared very little.
As she approached the shop, Sashine slowed her pace and looked inside the window. The decorations in there were so ugly. The walls were khaki and the columns on each corner of the room were red. Those were all the colors in the shop. It looked angry and... and... uninviting. What sort of place was that for a kid interested in buying something cute that matched with her outfit and could maybe even injure something? Her vision trailed off to the pastel green of the shop next door that was a clothing store for women. Even if the clothes didn't fit her, Sashine had been inside that store more times than she had been to the Academy in the past month.
With a deep sigh, she pushed the door of the weapon shop open even if her eyes continued to look at the shop next door.
The young girl tried to make eye contact with the man at the counter and smile at him because that would often be a great way to start off a bargain, by looking cute and dumb. The stupid man didn't even turn to look at her as he focused on the blade in his hand, sharpening the corner like if they were ice skates. Was it that important if it was just a little sharper? Half the people who could carry a sword that heavy could chop a head off with something rusty but ice skates needed to be sharpened constantly to remain balanced, duh. Inside, there were two people just browsing who didn't turn to look at her either. This place was offensive looking and the people inside were rude. What sort of business was this? She felt like walking out but noticed that they had display cases for weapons near the side that she hadn't been able to spot before and based on the fact that they were in display cases, they must have been the cutest weapons in the shop, no doubt. At the very least, Sashine would look at those.
From what she could tell, this used to be a small office in the room for managing stock or in the clothing shop, these were the dressing rooms. There was something that comforted her about being in the weapon shops' 'dressing room', in a way but instead of dressing rooms, inside were 12 cases, 10 on each side of the room and two at the end that held weapons behind glass cases. Having pushed the concept of other people acknowledging her presence out of her mind, Sashine stood in the middle of the doorway of the display room and stayed for a few seconds to admire whatever it was that made these pieces of junk special over the rest of the junk in this place.
A soft ball of pink fluff slowly wandered past the crowd. She looked up at the theater for what would be playing tonight 'Raiden and Jupiter', a story about two deities from different religions who fall in love and their family who is against it. Sashine had heard about it from some snobby boy in the Academy; he had even spoiled the ending. Apparently, the two religions fight against one another, a bunch of morals and customs die off through the years and in the end, the two lovers run off together to join together but as they're about to be married, the religion itself dies off and Raiden appears dead. Jupiter kills himself now that no one believes in him either and his lover is dead as Raiden's followers come back to praise him despite not going back to the rest of his family. He reawakens to find that Jupiter dead and so, he offs himself with the same knife that his lover had used. It sounded pretty dramatic to her.
As Sashine ran the story through her mind, she couldn't help but think back to a comment that one of her sisters had made. 'Daggers are a coward's weapon. Why else do people always kill themselves with small blades?', her sister's brown eyes blazed as she spoke in the same way her wavy red hair shined in the sun, a large hammer under her arm as she rested. Unlike the rest of her siblings, Sashine was still looking for 'her thing', a specialty when it came to weapons. She had been using a dagger that day and jamming it into a dummy made out of wood and plant. If you hit it hard enough, sometimes sap would slide out from the wood and that's when you knew you could get a decent hit into someone. She had been practicing charging, angling and repeatedly stabbing it but still had difficulty landing a hit, much less actually making a bleeding wound on the damn dummy. She frowned as the thought was brought back into her mind. At the end of the street, she knew that there was a weapon shop. She had passed it many times. It annoyed her to go in there. She had been inside of it once... for a few seconds. In her defense, the list of weapons really made her panic in that she felt overwhelmed by the types of weapons, the different blades, the modifications to each blade, it all made her very stressed because she knew none of it and cared very little.
As she approached the shop, Sashine slowed her pace and looked inside the window. The decorations in there were so ugly. The walls were khaki and the columns on each corner of the room were red. Those were all the colors in the shop. It looked angry and... and... uninviting. What sort of place was that for a kid interested in buying something cute that matched with her outfit and could maybe even injure something? Her vision trailed off to the pastel green of the shop next door that was a clothing store for women. Even if the clothes didn't fit her, Sashine had been inside that store more times than she had been to the Academy in the past month.
With a deep sigh, she pushed the door of the weapon shop open even if her eyes continued to look at the shop next door.
The young girl tried to make eye contact with the man at the counter and smile at him because that would often be a great way to start off a bargain, by looking cute and dumb. The stupid man didn't even turn to look at her as he focused on the blade in his hand, sharpening the corner like if they were ice skates. Was it that important if it was just a little sharper? Half the people who could carry a sword that heavy could chop a head off with something rusty but ice skates needed to be sharpened constantly to remain balanced, duh. Inside, there were two people just browsing who didn't turn to look at her either. This place was offensive looking and the people inside were rude. What sort of business was this? She felt like walking out but noticed that they had display cases for weapons near the side that she hadn't been able to spot before and based on the fact that they were in display cases, they must have been the cutest weapons in the shop, no doubt. At the very least, Sashine would look at those.
From what she could tell, this used to be a small office in the room for managing stock or in the clothing shop, these were the dressing rooms. There was something that comforted her about being in the weapon shops' 'dressing room', in a way but instead of dressing rooms, inside were 12 cases, 10 on each side of the room and two at the end that held weapons behind glass cases. Having pushed the concept of other people acknowledging her presence out of her mind, Sashine stood in the middle of the doorway of the display room and stayed for a few seconds to admire whatever it was that made these pieces of junk special over the rest of the junk in this place.
