1 Trapper in the Desert? The Kurosaki's Urge For Destruction Knows No Bounds [Open. No Kill] Wed Nov 13, 2013 8:40 pm
Ranmaru
D-rank
Dat heat. Dat holy what the hell heat. It was bad enough in the mountain valleys with clouds and wind, down in the dead and stale of the desert floor it was oppressive. The only advantage was that his silk cloth was perfect for the area; the gentle creme color reflected the sun perfectly and the way he wound it around his body allowed for what little breathing his skin could do wouldn't be hampered. He was still roasting, but not burning to a crisp. He'd need to get himself some nice linen or thin cotton clothing, having his one bolt of silk tied up as an over-coat of sorts bothered him highly.
If anything, it was good that he was so uncomfortable; it was distracting him from the urge to start destroying shit, allowing the last vestiges of his sane mind to focus on what it was good at; cloth inspections. He was near the tannery and tailor stalls, inspecting the large bulk cloth bolts to find something to make some good clothing from. He wasn't about to 'pay' for someone else to make his clothing; no, he was going to find some nice, high quality cloth and apply a nice 5 finger discount. Then come back later and just take it all. He didn't plan on staying around the desert long enough to want to get any sandy ryo in his pockets. His icy money was useless here too, so whatever. Being broke meant jack to this psychopath.
If anything, it was good that he was so uncomfortable; it was distracting him from the urge to start destroying shit, allowing the last vestiges of his sane mind to focus on what it was good at; cloth inspections. He was near the tannery and tailor stalls, inspecting the large bulk cloth bolts to find something to make some good clothing from. He wasn't about to 'pay' for someone else to make his clothing; no, he was going to find some nice, high quality cloth and apply a nice 5 finger discount. Then come back later and just take it all. He didn't plan on staying around the desert long enough to want to get any sandy ryo in his pockets. His icy money was useless here too, so whatever. Being broke meant jack to this psychopath.