Vigilante work

Vigilante work

Slateport was strangely lively even after the sun started to go down as the market was brightly lit with paper lanterns that held slow burning candles within them. The buildings were all made of metal and plastic which I figured was likely because of the location of the city being right next to the open ocean. Unlike Mr. Brineys house however that was in a calm area with little winds and thus mostly safe from the seawater Slateport was right in a windy and heavily waved area. Obviously easily corrodible materials wouldn't be a good idea for the buildings here as a result.-Alll latest novels at novelhall.com

It also came as little surprise to find that the population of Slateport was heavily mixed as far as ethnicities were concerned. there were people with dark skin , people with slanted eyes , people with sharp angular features as well as those with naturally soft ones. As a result even with my own appearance few people actually spared me more than a curious glance as I passed. With my sharp senses I could see things that most people would ignore such as the deft movement of some peoples hands in the pockets of others bent over to examine merchandise on the ground.-

I watched these thieves calmly while also watching the merchants selling things to see if they noticed these happenings. I wasn't surprised to see that most of them did in fact see it happening but chose to ignore it in either laziness or in a few cases joy at the act. ' Looks like a few of the merchants aren't as upstanding as they appear. I should start with them to find the traffickers.' I thought coldly before stepping into the shadows of a nearby alley to wait for my prey to leave the herd.-

Despite my size and stature I blended into the shadows quite well due to my darkened skin from the sun beating down on it. Hours passed and finally one of the merchants that had joy in their eyes after seeing the thievery in front of them left the market. It was a portly man with greasy brown hair that was pressed against his head by a red ballcap and bulbous facial features. The merchant walked casually through the streets towards the port area which I recognized as a way to avoid drawing attention.-

I leaned back behind the debris and whispered to Tank on my shoulder "String them up after I take out the light from that lamp they are using." I said seriously and he nods. I reach down and pull a rock up from the ground before making my move. In one fluid motion i stood up with my arm cocked back and threw the stone as hard as I could straight into the lamp shattering the glass and extinguishing the flame within. The darkness of the night instantly consumes myself and the trio of criminals as they cry out in alarm before Tank gets them with his silk.-

"Who the fuck is here , show yourself you fucking coward!" the portly merchants yells angrily while looking around as his eyes adjust to the dim moonlight. All three of them are struggling with their bonds as I step out of the shadows into the light calmly. Three pairs of eyes immediately lock onto me and widen in fear. "W-what d-do you want?" the merchant asked nervously as he stared up at me. I walked over to him and crouched down before staring at him "I want information that I think you have and even if you don't you should know who does." I say calmly.-

"Sure sure skinny Jim's definitely got whatever you want to know!" the man said bobbing his head like a chicken in fearful agreement. I smile in a friendly manner "Good so I am looking for a smuggler or group of smugglers operating in this city who recently lost one of their ships off the coast south of Rustboro , know who I mean?" I asked casually. The mans eyes widened in terror "You are after the traffickers!" he whispered in horror and struggled against the silk binding even harder. -

I pulled out my spear and slammed the pommel against the ground cracking the old concrete in several places. "I won't ask again." I said dropping the pretenses and making it clear compliance was in his best interest. "Look friend , buddy , pal please ask anything but that! They aren't your everyday crooks like us here , those people are monsters in human skin! The last guy that snitched on them ended up in twenty pieces in a trash bag outside the Jenny's place!" The man pleaded in terror. I lean in real close to him a say calmly "I'm worse." I say while letting out all my bottled up animosity towards the traffickers and the smell of piss and shit fills the air as the three crooks lose control of themselves in pure unadulterated fear.