Maaza-juuka
Earth Capital.
interactions @nico and @KeekeeI (Aldina the seamstress)
From his nap Mazes wakes and rises into the air with a snap of joints, With a wave of his body the crackle and pop of his spine weaves down his length followed by a satisfied moan followed with his arms spinning about cracking his shoulder blades and armor arm. Mazes glances about and checks down his body with the tired leather bags blocking his sight inspiring him to grunt out a sigh. Trouble some bags full of goods and samples; ores and stones cold and heavy jagged and unkind to the bag that held them. Even just waking from his rest Maze could feel his stamina drain at the bitter sight of these bags but with the Capital so close it was the last hump before he could mellow with a drink in hand, Gathering his goods and his sword glaive Maze slips silently into the water swimming away towards the dockyard.
A guard bent along the stone wall of the city feeds a gaunt gaze to the unloading of boats and the grunts and moans of dockhands fussing about with cargo, His eyes widen as the subtle silver line edge of a blade cuts into the mirrors edge of waters face growing and growing till a familiar straw hat plops out of the water. The guard pushes off his leaning wall and walks over to the edge of the dock reaching into his pouches to pull a small stone from it, his hand coils back and he whips it across the water
Splish splash the stone skips. Mazes straw hat turns and starts to float over to where the stone first touched down.
"....You going to be a bastard the 'hole time ya here or ya gonna come'on out of that piss water ye flaotin in and greet me right ehhh?" The guard screams out to Mazes hat that responses by tilting just so to peek out the dull gleam of shadowed eyes from the holes of his hat. Maze dives a bit only to suddenly whip his bodies length violently sending him out of the water with a loud splash, his body fires into the air and he tries to push his body to weight at the edge of the pier but the heavy bags belted too his body just would not let this be. In panic he starts to wave his hands about tossing his glaive out to better control his fall with both hands but what luck! Mazes friend the guard was so close he could just reach and give him a pull.
Mazes darts out his hand, his old friend Emmerick the guard, its silent voice sounds
Friend, please take my hand!
Emmerick the guard just gives him a crazy look with a frilled brow followed by a laughing howl as Maze fell back into the water but before that the both of them shared a look. Maze, hurt, betrayed. Emmericks eyes calmly vent into mazes own
I cant lift your fat arse anymore!
Emmerick, laughing with a hurting belly and slapping his thigh mocks the poor Maaza-juuka as he floats over to the lower dock with stairs leading into the water defeated. "Thought ya snake folk kin of the water!? swim masters and all that! Watching you flop 'bout Ohoo haahahahah! HA haahah!" Maaza-Juuka who now had fish himself out of the water and slithering slowly into the dock makes a dramatic toss of his arms into the air "BE--TRAY--ED By my OWN Friend ! THE PAIN oh my Heart, It huuurts
slamming his fist to the ground Gaaaaah Emmerick ya punkashhhhhh, why ya mean to friend-Maze?! I came just too seeEeee my old dear friend, such treatment."
The old guard holding his side with one arm and cupping his hip in another " Aye, Old is the damn truth, leaping out at me as if was'a youngin again, carrying all'em fancy stones about no less. yee a right fool thinking id break my back on that. Other guardsmen had notice and had their laugh but Maaza-juuka was a semi well known face if only in that he was one of the more stand outish races, Maze strode over to his glaive lifting it up over head as Emmerick looked at it. The glaive was clearly well used and taken care off, its once straight edge chipped and concaved but smooth and reforged with the clear sign of defensive scars along its face.
"Ah that damn long hilt blade of yer's still not break yet?" Emmerick remarks, Maze whipping his straw out about to dry it response in a defensive tone "Nay, nor would it with out it kissing something right foolish to be swinging at!" Slamming its end to the ground. Maaza-Juuka pulls from his straps a small bag with the distinctive clank of coins and tosses it over to Emmerick. "It was good to see your path has not dried yet Emmerick, share a drink later? Ssstill have much to dooo and OHo how I Deeesire an inn to unload these bags!" speaking has he slithers away into the hustled fray of the city. Emmerick gives a hearty smile and waves his friend well catching the bag "Ill Buy yaaa A Ale So Tell me where yah been!"
Seeing Emmerick well gave Maze a good feeling for his future dealings. 'Surely a good omen' He thought. Mazes mission was to find an inn and rest for a few days before reporting to the survey branch of the local mine branch to report his findings, Just the thought of all the paper work that was waiting for him made him shiver just slightly. While Maze was in an semi daze stray into the city he was reminded of the bag that had ruin in his long trek into the mountains, Rising his head above the crowd he spies a small sign inviting the wanting customer, it seemed to be a Seamstress. Maybe they could mend his bag and he would not have to return to the leather works for more subpar and over priced repairs.
A roll of the dice he thought would be better than dealing with those clowns so he went in a haste slipping into the crowd and only being stepped on a few times, what luck!
Maaza-Juukas shape shadowed over the threshold of the store, his arm creeps to the handle of the door and he pours into the building coiling his body tight trying to mind what was around him but his bulky person lumpy with bags and stones clips the door, knocks into selves and anything out in the open while also cramping any one else inside. Between his own size, the sword glaive and his bags Maze was surely taking up a lot more space than he would like too be. Within this place two women, a worker with a customer. seems he would have to wait looming over the young female demon in front of him despite his work to tighten his shape. (Lucia)
Maze gave an awkward stair between the two women as he thought maybe he should wait outside till the other left but voted to just sluggishly inch himself over to the other side of the store. This was painful to watch as with almost impressive skill though be it questionable as to what in the hell he was doing wobbles past anything out on the floor giving them more space.