The Weary Knight - Opening

[EDGE VALOR]

A dreary existence was a world where you were something you weren't the aspects of the true perspective of the world was to become something that was seen as something greater than other people and yet people strove so hard to become better. This proportion of life made it clear that the world needed achievement and understanding of the people within it. It was one of the main reasons pirates were pirates. To be admired or feared, to be seen as worth more than anything even if it was to gain a bullet in the back of the head by one of the pirates or the seas or the marines of the coast.

Edge was a person who wanted to be a knight to protect what could be considered precious to him. His parents were dead, and all he knew was how to fight with his blade. This sword at his hip was his symbol that symbol that kept his qualities as a knight and allowed him to be what he was truly. A warrior who loved the feeling of battle to the very end. That was the true purpose for a fight for with those years of hunting and training, a taste for a good battle was something he wished for above all else and if it allowed him to protect those who he saw as "precious" than it only allowed him to become stronger.

But now, that reason was gone... The abilities that could be considered to be the choice of life and death was now even more lethal thanks to a certain corrupted bastard. Now, he was on the run, from the marines, from his kingdom. His home is a place where he could never step foot on again without seemingly being arrested. After Master "Regulus" had tried to protect him. Was it truly all for nothing, that he was always someone subjected to the cruel fates of such a bastard as that noble. Considering where he was now, he couldn't be in such a bad mood. He just needed to get off near the next island and to think about his next course of action.

The wind's embrace had begun to blow, grasping the rope against his fingertips as he released the sleeved sail in which the waves pushing against it as the small boat went forward made to allow for him easy travel. It was nothing more than a dinghy that being said it did its job was sturdy enough to at least traverse the young swordsman to and fro for a bit of time. Though it was his first time on sea, he was taught the absolute basics of the sea and how ships used wind paths to blow them from one place to another. The ease of applying such teachings was considered difficult to most but the understandings of such things came naturally to him.

He gripped the rope tightly as he'd watched seeing an island off the coast of it. Taking his eyes towards that island and then back towards his sword and armored body. He sighed deeply knowing that for now he needed something to eat and a place to say. To say it lightly, a new life was beginning for him; to say it bluntly he would possibly be a pirate or a rogue if what Master Regulus said was true. It was going to be troublesome. But somehow he'd needed to clear his name. He wasn't planning to be outside the kingdom forever, that was for sure. For now he needed to think about a plan.

After at least an hour of sailing towards this unknown island, the male had finally landed. He removed himself from the ship took his steps on the land and began to tie it against a nearby post so it wouldn't drift away. "Tight, now." Gripping the ropes hems with a tense press the rope going against the wooden post and gripping tightly against its frame. He'd patted it slowly, as he looked forward to this wondrous island. A new experience would arise for him, a small smile was on his face. He would try to make the best out of a bad situation, for sure.

[VINCENT H. COLE]

The west blue, this large chunk of the world that Vincent had come to know like the back of his hand. He had been to every island here, not that anyone of those islands even remember his existence. This was all because of a literally fruitless search for the devil fruit. Right now this was his only goal in life, sure he knew that he would need much more, but right now he needed all the info he could on devil fruits, to find them, to crack code on which was which, and lastly eat the one with the powers that would allow him the best chance of taking his vengeance. But he had been at this for years and failed to get even the old trail of were a devil fruit would be. Although he would never give up on his search, and that is what brought him to the little art loving island he was at today. It had been some time since the last time he had been here. Not so long that he didn't remember how to get around the island, but long enough that he would look like a fresh face, just how he liked it.

The best advantage anyone could have was appearing wet behind the ears when really you likely know more then they do. Nonetheless he had reached this little island a few days ago, and had already ran out of places to look for this apparent fruit sighting. This is the time normally he would leave the island and make his way into the wind. But he felt it was due time for him to take a load off for a couple days. What he would do was up in the air, maybe he would rob a place blind, maybe he would have cool drinks by the beach, he didn't know. With this in mind he started to do the thing most would do when coming into the town, look at all the art and other wonders that the island had to offer. Sure his mind would always be looking to see if he could make money off of them but still it was a nice change of pace.

He spent his day doing this, wondering though streets he had been down but never really experienced until now. It was really a very nice little island when you took the time to look at it. But the problem was it was a little island and he ran out of stuff to look at after a couple hours and would need some way to spend the rest of his day. So like any good man of the sea, he felt he should go down to the shore and maybe take a nap on the beach. Although as he came down he saw something kind of out of place, he saw a very small boat, one barely big enough to be able to take the see, and this ship had one passenger on it. It was a younger man who looked just old enough not to be call a boy by someone Vincent's age And who might you be. He had now found a way to spend his vacation.

OCC: I hope this is open, if not let me know and i will delete my post.

[EDGE VALOR]

A bustling atmosphere of pure bliss as he set his feet upon the island traveling forward with a great exuberance of splendor and enjoyment as he'd seen such wondrous sites he'd never seen on his home island. The world was truly a spectacle the good and the bad though it may be it was still the bright blue world that made dreams come true and had impossible possibilities. Arisen, his spirits for a short time as he'd traverse this place of music, art, and culture. He'd never seen such a place from his days of living in the highest mountain peaks of his country. Thus, it was all a place that he could learn and grow from. What more could one ask for.

As those wandering eyes came through this place, looking proudly at the world around him with an innocent nature. He would move to see another painter. As his hands moved so elegantly across the painted canvas. The young knight placed his hand on his lips as he etched closer as his eyes moved along its reaches. The painter with her eyes taken by the young male who'd just appeared out of nowhere had a small smile. "Is there something you need?" She'd asked in a small tone of voice expressing a great deal of interest in why the boy was eying her painting so closely.

The young lad took his eyes towards hers as he pressed his eyes back towards the painting. It was of two parents and a small child. Sitting happily with one another, expressing their joy on their faces with the colorful environments that showed. The woman took back her brush against the painting. "I love to paint things like this, it reminds me of my mother and father..." She'd expressed as though she was remarking on his past as well. It hit his heart as openly as an arrow piercing through his chest. He bit his lip for a moment, taking his hands into a fist. Remembering those two people that led to the "light" that was his future.

"I know what you mean," He said closing his eyes for a while now contemplating as she looked towards him once again, seemingly worried for his reactions. "You're very good at painting, Miss... very good." At first he expressed this with a deep amount of happiness, but then after the second expression through a short moment of thought. He'd stopped and said it at a lower pitch. Remembering the promises, the training, his ambitions being realized. It all came to him from this painting. He was grateful to all the people that helped him, even his senior “Regulus” even if he knocked him out. The young lad’s fist clenched tighter as he took his eyes towards her. A shining example of his own feelings. “Thank you so much for this picture, it has taught me what I must do now...” As the woman watched him in a confused look, he had begun to smile greater. “I have to keep moving forward and hold my head high for the challenges that could come.”

His eyes went towards the blackened skies, blanketed with the moon and the stars. But as he’d done so, his stomach grumbling from not eating for at least a day. Considering his high metabolism, he needed to eat great amounts of food and missing even a days worth of food could send him into shock. The grumbling only came louder. “A-are you ok...” The woman watched him as if strange, because he was due to the new and exciting things that he wanted to see in this world. An opportunity to be sure. But now he was hungry... “Is there anywhere I can get some food around here?” He expressed with a nervous chuckle.

[VINCENT H. COLE]

He didn't just go up and approach the boy, not that would be odd. In most cases people were much more civil once they got on land and got to move around a bit. So instead he just fallowed him, always staying out of his sight, but in such a way that would not make people wonder what he was doing. As he followed the young man he started to find out things about him, like that he seemed to have been born here but not stayed here, and it was likely that his parents weren't around anymore. This was a rather familiar story to him, in fact it was close to matching his own so far. The only information he would need to know was what caused him to leave the island, and that was something he knew would be the big difference. Not that any of it mattered, as all he was hoping to do with this boy was hang out with him for the day. Who better for a phantom to get to know then someone none of the other islanders knew.

Vincent would love to have fun with this kid, being himself and not lying to him because he had no reason to, and once he left no one would likely remember Vincent but this boy. So he kept following his hopeful future vacation friend. All he had to do now was wait in the wings as it were, until he found some way to intact with this young man that would feel natural. So for a little bit he waited watching until he heard something that worked very well for him to interact with this boy. This was the boy wanting food, and he knew just where all the best food spots in town happened to be and because this boy was talking to himself he could use what he said to start a conversation. So he decided to throw off the hood of his cloak, and made his presence know. "Well if you want to know the best place to get some good grub around here I would be happy to show you" He said with a smile and talking in a much more honest and friendly then normal manner, right now he was taking the biggest vacation from lies.

[EDGE VALOR]

The woman had begun to speak with a seeming confused tone as her face changed through a seconds notice. As she expressed where a good eatery could have been, the young lad had only started to listen. “You could go t-” She was suddenly stopped by a somewhat rude individual who had butted into the conversation. Edge placed his eyes towards the male, and then to the woman as she watched the newcomer. “H-hey I was speaking to him, don’t just cut into a conversation, it’s rude you know.” She seemed angered by the sudden intrusion of the male, seemingly manners were important to the woman, Edge had only placed his eyes on the two of them switching his head left and right before crossing his arms.

“I just wish to know where a good eating place would be here.” Considering where he lived, there was no such word as a “restaurant” nor did he ever go to one. There were pubs, but again he usually ate what he caught with his own two hands, this also saved him money. Considering he didn’t know the animals of the island yet. He’d need to first scope out the place. That would take too much time and he could start on that tomorrow. For now, he would go to a place considering the amount of berries he saved from his home. It was easy. “Either one of you can answer, you know.” But the woman was angered who was this male who just butted into a conversation without saying “excuse me”.

“No, no, no.” She began to start to draw in a notebook she pulled from her bag and with only
seconds of such a thing. She pushed it forward. It showed the males face very masculine and “dark”. “This is what you are, you’re some kind of dangerous guy who can’t say ‘excuse me’!” She stood up as she pressed her feet into the ground. “Relax, relax, Artist-san.” A sweat drop went from his forehead as Edge tried to calm her down. It seemed that lack of manners really did turn her off. Who knew...

[VINCENT H. COLE]

The studdle introduction he was intending to have was going in a rather unexpected direction. He seemingly had failed to realize that his arrival and words were cutting off the young lady near the boy he was fallowing. This young lady was a rather fiery thing and one person he would have much rather not pissed off. She is the type of person that drew attention, whether she wanted to or not, this would not be good for him. He had hand picked the fresh face, the woman was a local, one who was more then likely good at remembering images, like his face, which was uncharacteristically exposed. This was not what he needed on his vacation day. Had it been any other day then his vacation day he would have silence her quickly before hoping on a ship heading off the island. But he was already in to deep for that now, he would have to try an calm her down.

"I am very sorry my dear, I was simply passing by, on my way for a nice meal myself and I figured I might as well lend this clearly new comer to the island a hand and maybe even provide him with some company for his meal." He was forced to lie, he would much rather not have, but what else he could he do. Had he told the truth he would be far to exposed to harsh judgment and likely even more of her anger. His only hope now is that his seeming honest truth and apology will quell her fires for now. "Also I assure you that I am not dangerous, no more so then the boy you are talking too" He then pulled his cloak off showing her his normal clothes and to make him look less imposing. One of the many nice things about the way he looked was he was not outwardly dangerous with his weapons hidden from view. "There see just a normal guy, no weapons of any kind. Although I must say you do have a talent there, but I always thought I was a tad lighter then that, but I guess artists see what they want" He saids trying to seem slightly charming but still keep his actions mostly directed at showing his innocence.

He then switched his attention back to the person he had meant to be talking to this whole time. "Well my seemingly very hungry new friend, just what kind of food are you wanting to have, this place does more then make pretty things. They also make some pretty mean food, that some how can be just a pretty as any of the art on the island" He said with a small chuckle, really liking that he didn't have to lie to the boy. The food around here was treated as art, as such each plate of food looked amazing, and tasted as good as it looked