So many things had happen to Morgan in the past couple of days, things that words had trouble even describing. From losing something he never thought he would lose to yelling to the person who raised him to falling into the fantasy of love.

He had been dueling as hard as he possibly could and found himself snapping the steel of his katana in half. It wasn't a special katana, just one anyone could buy really, but to him it meant a lot, he put a lot of time and effort into, not only securing the sword, but into learning how to use it. He had dueled too hard though, overstretched the weapon, and in itself, himself.

This overstretching soon turned into a partial hatred towards his sisters. Being the youngest of the family he had to always look up to Jenny and KC, however the problem was, he was 18 now, he felt that he was old enough to be on his own, but he was still this child on the streets.

But none of that mattered. He was simply in love.

The slight cloud cover along with the mist starting to roll in made it a little easier for Morgan to feel safe out on the docks. Dawning his normal black hoodie and jeans he strolls along, hood up as he plans some 'errands' out in his head. He normally wasn't alone though with the addition of the daggers that where thrust into his pockets he was a bit more at ease.

Seraphim stood at the end of one of the docs staring out at the water, and moon reflection against it. This was one of the normal places here.

A deep breath as he rounds the corner and comes to a halt. It wasn't an everyday thing that someone was simply standing at the end of a dock, just staring out. Quietly, with all of the skill he could muster he started making his way towards the person.

Seraphim's attention was pulled away sharply, though you wouldn't have noticed any sign of it from her, no flinch or tilt of the head. Someone was approaching her, and this was not the day to mess with her. It had been long, frustrating, and everything had malfunctioned on her. Her eyes squinting into a glare, her lips pursed in a sneer. She'd give him a few more steps.

He wouldn't notice it, nor would anything change about his stride. Quick, simple, but well placed steps carried him with a good distance, two or so arm lengths away. This is when he froze, one hand wrapping around the hilt less blade in his upper most pocket, while his eyes scanned her over, locking onto the saber greedily.

Whoever this was needed work on his silent approach. She'd met her fair share of assassins, so her skills had been greatly sharpened. Maybe if she didn't kill him before it was over, she'd teach him a thing or two. In one swift motion she crossed her arms over her waist and pulled both 9 mills, spinning while they uncrossed, she had both barrels aimed at...a child. She blinked.

He wasn't per say a child, but he wasn't someone who would be old enough to tip a beer back in some places. The second she flinched to move towards her weapons both hands grasped and pulled out hilt less daggers, his eyes winced slightly at the site of guns, he had already been shot once, a second time he would just be bad for him in general. Still yet he locked gazes with the female, holding his breath

"Wha...what are you doing?" She scolded much like a mother would, despite the daggers he had aimed at her, she lowered her guns.

He still held tight onto the daggers, hair slightly fluttering, well the small bit that stuck out in front of his hood. There was no disguising the age of his voice, despite the effort he put into it "Well despite the fact you just pulled two guns on me I was just strolling by"

She smirked, and didn't believe that for a second. "No kind of strolling I've ever seen. You were sneaking up on me. And poorly if I might say." She holsters her weapons, and plants her hands on her hips. "What for?"

The second her weapons were holstered he lowered both of the daggers back into their respective pockets, although he was tense still "Do you take me for someone that is dumb enough to talk about their intentions in the open?"

She held out her hands to the side as if feeling for rain, and looked around the docks then back to him. "I don't see anyone else around ."

He flipped his hood back just slightly to reveal those brown eyes, still looking up at her. "Fine, I was going to rob you.." He huffed out like any frustrated teen would.

She crossed her arms over her chest and changed her weight to one leg. She couldn't scold him too hard, at one point in her life to piss off her father she'd been a theif. "Hmmm..."

"Are you hungry? or Have a family that you're trying to take care of?"

"Taking care of myself for the most part." He straightened out "Why do you care" His words would spit from his mouth before they could be caught in thought.

"Obvious answer?" She quirks a brow. "Is because if you were going to rob me to feed a baby sister...I'd be less likely to turn you in."

"I am the baby of the family actually." He looked at her "And turn me into who? There isn't a set authority to do that around here."

She rolls her eyes and throws up her hands, shouting to the sky, "Really? Did you here that?" Her gaze falls back to him. "Well maybe then I'd put you to work. Learning a lesson or two wouldn't hurt you." He was still young enough to be trained. "Maybe even teach you how to sneak up on someone."

He took a half step back, last time he was told that he would be taught a lesson he woke up the next morning in a trash bin with a broken leg ?Work?" He still was hesitant "What kind of work..."

She shrugged, her arms crossed over her chest again. "What are you good at it?"

"A few things, mainly things you do on the streets to survive though, nothing of any specialty. Not going as far as killing though"

"Well, that's a plus. Killing is never the solution. Unless...you're defending yourself. Or someone else. But you should never kill someone. You know unless they..." She huffed. "Killing is bad. No killing. You're too young to kill." A stern nod. "Have you ever thought of running errands? Or mowing lawns...if they even have lawns here."

There was a snicker from him "I have only killed once and that bastard got what he deserved." He ended that discussion right there "Errands I can do. Mowing.... Well for the most part its a city, there for most of it is Concrete jungle."

"Alright, well, that's a start. You could see if any of the Inn keepers need someone to clean."

"How does working for Inn keepers put me to work for you" He questioned.

"What? Oh I meant instead of..." She shakes her head. "Never mind. Do you have any fighting skills?"

"I live on the streets. That?s like asking you if you ever once were of status" A motion to the saber in particular

She laughed once. "Would you believe me if I told you I'm the captain of a space ship? And my father is the ambassador of my sector?"

He shrugged a bit "Not the most... outrageous thing I have heard..." A pause as he weighed it out in his head "although that is pretty far-fetched."

She nodded, "It is, isn't it?" She motions to to the edge of the dock and she sits. "I don't mean street fighting."

"There are dueling rings around here that I participate in"

"Any good?" she asked quickly.

"I move up and down through the ranks. Hold my own against the best for the most part though." A sage nod to that

"That's something right there. Why not try to build on that instead of stealing? How old are you anyway?"

"18, and they don't do sponsorships and stuff like that.." He sighed "Or else I would be doing that for a living"

Her brows furrow. "They don't? Really?" Her eyes move over the water, thinking. "Make a deal with me."

"That is." He shifted forward, a glance at her again this time with a quirked eyebrow

"You stop running the streets," she eyes him over her shoulder. "And I'll sponsor you."

He looked at her silently, almost in shock. "I...." A great moment for the slight break in his facade, exposing that social awkward little boy in there "Why... " He had to ask "I mean, hell we ... we just met!?"

She smiles and returns her gaze to the water. "Cursing doesn't make you sound like an adult. And because if I hadn't have had any guidance at your age. I wouldn't be where I am today."

"I mean... I?m trying to go to school and all...." He did mention that "But ... I mean....uh..." Words... words where are you now "thanks?"

"Just hold up your end of the deal. And let me know what I need to do and where I need to be?"

"I uh...." He looked down and thought for a moment "Alright...."

Seraphim pulled out a few coins from her pocket, and held her open hand out to him. "Here"

He looked up at her and frowned a bit, quietly his hand went from the pocket and closed her hand "I believe that a sponsorship pays when someone plays or duels, not just talking."

A bright smile crossed her lips. "I'm so glad you cleared that up for me." She took his hand and placed the coins in it, closing his fingers around them. "Call it a guarantee."

He nodded, well more so it was a bow "I uh... of course." He finally pulled that hood all the way back, hair flopping around before it could be straightened by a ruffle of his hand

"Go on now. Go home." She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. "If you need me I'm usually in the Stars End Bar."