There was a city beautiful that went by the name of Eclesia. It was a modern city, apart of a modern world, and it saw many peaceful days above all else. The direction of the automobile was influenced in this world, though each civilization marks its right to to freedom of invention. The designs, though unlike any other, were clearly motor vehicles. But in many ways that cultures were different, so were they the same. Sporty paint jobs, conservative paint jobs; many of the same expressions that humans on Earth expressed themselves with. Because really, where there were such similarities as peace and prosperity, the rest were sure to follow.
It was a bright and regular day around noontide in the city of Eclesia, and on one of its busied streets did five foreigners, Declan DonEvans, Alfonso Carlson Avery, Techichi, Searcher, and Fox, walk.
?There's so much to do here! Literally every window we walk past is a store we could waste countless hours of fun in,? Searcher professed with expressive hands as they made down the sidewalk. He looked very excited, happy, and in his element. The white designer shirt he wore and the golden motorcycle jacket reflected the shopping he had already done, and the fun day he planned to have out with his friends.
Tetch gave him a strange look like something must have went wrong in the developmental stages of his frontal lobe, but she gave him the benefit of the doubt because there was something about him she stocked some faith in. ?Maybe if you have enough money to spend. That's kind of a crucial part to any fun that can be had shopping,? she said with a certain disdain towards the activity. Her hair was longer than she usually maintained it, but such was the confidence an Adennian woman wore her hair. When it was no longer a hindrance in battle, you could grow it however long you liked, and with the raven hair down past her shoulders, it spoke she was as confident as you could get.
?I wouldn't be so sure,? Fox said, halting his defense of window shopping to comb the wind-blown golden hair out of his face, something that didn't bother the black hair of Declan DonEvans walking beside him, ?You can have just as much fun without a single cent as a rich man ever will. You just have to have the imagination for it,? the blond man said, gesturing to Searcher who walked ahead of their group, window-shopping.
?Yeah, he's right,? Alfonso said, joining the conversation, ?It's all about imagination. Once, I took a whole week to kill a guy. Way more fun than just brainin' somebody. Life is what you make it,? he rose a pointed, indicative finger.
Tetch narrowed her eyes upon him, looking back over her shoulder. ?Charming; and brilliant thing to say in-front of a couple upholders of justice and order, by the way,? to which Alfonso innocently shrugged.
?Weeeeeeeeell,? Alfonso smiled.
?I'd hate to see a fight break out on a day as nice as this one,? Declan said, as if naturally riposting into his most handsomest grin, ?The breeze is everlasting, our schedule is open, and we walk with a woman who was given a more-than gracious chest,? his black-suited outfit mostly unbuttoned at the shirt, he remained his hands in their pant pockets while they walked. Techichi cast an inquisitive look back at the peculiar mentioning, and listened to him go on. ?Any party should be fortunate to walk in such company. Why spoil the pilgrimage by bickering??
?Took notice, eh?? Tetch asked in one of her more melodic tunes, walking backwards now so as to face the three. Her own jacket was worn only with the one purpose of making everyone whom beheld it wish that it would zip down just a little bit further, and the black tank-top underneath was a laughable cut at lowness. Oh, the danger of knowing your own beauty.
?Do we even need to say it, lady?? Alfonso asked with a most serious look of doubt, his arms cast out.
?A woman never gets tired of hearing she's got nice t*ts, pal,? Tetch said, playfully sticking her tongue while lacing her fingers behind her head.
?Heh,? Declan muttered quietly, closing his eyes in a most fine mood that Fox smiled to take notice to.
?Hark! Danger's ahead!? Searcher proclaimed, pointing down the road where he saw the alleged danger, and it would be one of the last things spoken in such quiet and tranquility following Alfonso's inquiry.
?Eh??
It was a bright and regular day around noontide in the city of Eclesia, and on one of its busied streets did five foreigners, Declan DonEvans, Alfonso Carlson Avery, Techichi, Searcher, and Fox, walk.
?There's so much to do here! Literally every window we walk past is a store we could waste countless hours of fun in,? Searcher professed with expressive hands as they made down the sidewalk. He looked very excited, happy, and in his element. The white designer shirt he wore and the golden motorcycle jacket reflected the shopping he had already done, and the fun day he planned to have out with his friends.
Tetch gave him a strange look like something must have went wrong in the developmental stages of his frontal lobe, but she gave him the benefit of the doubt because there was something about him she stocked some faith in. ?Maybe if you have enough money to spend. That's kind of a crucial part to any fun that can be had shopping,? she said with a certain disdain towards the activity. Her hair was longer than she usually maintained it, but such was the confidence an Adennian woman wore her hair. When it was no longer a hindrance in battle, you could grow it however long you liked, and with the raven hair down past her shoulders, it spoke she was as confident as you could get.
?I wouldn't be so sure,? Fox said, halting his defense of window shopping to comb the wind-blown golden hair out of his face, something that didn't bother the black hair of Declan DonEvans walking beside him, ?You can have just as much fun without a single cent as a rich man ever will. You just have to have the imagination for it,? the blond man said, gesturing to Searcher who walked ahead of their group, window-shopping.
?Yeah, he's right,? Alfonso said, joining the conversation, ?It's all about imagination. Once, I took a whole week to kill a guy. Way more fun than just brainin' somebody. Life is what you make it,? he rose a pointed, indicative finger.
Tetch narrowed her eyes upon him, looking back over her shoulder. ?Charming; and brilliant thing to say in-front of a couple upholders of justice and order, by the way,? to which Alfonso innocently shrugged.
?Weeeeeeeeell,? Alfonso smiled.
?I'd hate to see a fight break out on a day as nice as this one,? Declan said, as if naturally riposting into his most handsomest grin, ?The breeze is everlasting, our schedule is open, and we walk with a woman who was given a more-than gracious chest,? his black-suited outfit mostly unbuttoned at the shirt, he remained his hands in their pant pockets while they walked. Techichi cast an inquisitive look back at the peculiar mentioning, and listened to him go on. ?Any party should be fortunate to walk in such company. Why spoil the pilgrimage by bickering??
?Took notice, eh?? Tetch asked in one of her more melodic tunes, walking backwards now so as to face the three. Her own jacket was worn only with the one purpose of making everyone whom beheld it wish that it would zip down just a little bit further, and the black tank-top underneath was a laughable cut at lowness. Oh, the danger of knowing your own beauty.
?Do we even need to say it, lady?? Alfonso asked with a most serious look of doubt, his arms cast out.
?A woman never gets tired of hearing she's got nice t*ts, pal,? Tetch said, playfully sticking her tongue while lacing her fingers behind her head.
?Heh,? Declan muttered quietly, closing his eyes in a most fine mood that Fox smiled to take notice to.
?Hark! Danger's ahead!? Searcher proclaimed, pointing down the road where he saw the alleged danger, and it would be one of the last things spoken in such quiet and tranquility following Alfonso's inquiry.
?Eh??