The Blades Sing a Tragedy (Peter!!)

Despite the sweltering heat of the day Peter kept his usual attire of the double layered robes. It was heavy on his body and it did not help him keep cool. But nevertheless, he persevered with the uncomfortable setting. As he is the Holy One, it was his duty to suffer for and by the people. It was a command that he cannot forgo. And while he had debated on staying inside his room at the inn, something compelled him to take a leisurely stroll out under the sun. Peter’s nose scrunched up in distaste and his lips pulled thin as he seemingly floated through the streets.

Everyone had shed their long-sleeved tops and opted for more fitting shorts. Peter almost wanted to gag at how some women and little girls relentlessly showed their skin. Provocative devils were they. It did not affect him, not in the slightest bit. Women who threw themselves out there are not worth his time. It was then that Peter found himself curious with the figure just a few meters away. No one went near her and it looked like they did not want to. Yes, very curious.

”Hello there Miss,” his voice called out with a sense of friendliness. Another play, another act. But this time it was an impromptu - the best way to test how fast his thinking and wit was. ”I can’t help but notice that you are a bit lost. Would you like some help?” By the time Peter had closed the distance between them he noticed how she was a bit... off.

Peter let out a smile when he heard that she was looking for an inn. Oh, now wasn't that just convenient. He had just left the inn and was now given the opportunity to return and avoid spending any more time outside. It was as if the universe was making things work for him. "An inn? Well, you're in luck today." He jutted a thumb over his shoulder and said, "I just came from the inn. Would you like me to accompany you?"

He refrained from speaking anymore lest he come off as a creep. As he waited for her to reply, his silver-white orbs raked over her frame to see what was it that was just so abnormal about her. So far the girl looked normal and human. He kept searching. Normally, it would have taken him long to find what he was looking for but the answer was almost non-existent. "Almost" being the keyword.

OOC:

The girl's response had been unexpected. It was not going the way he had predicted. Not at all. This did not deter nor slow Peter down at all, however. He was simply amused now. The entire situation was interesting and the girl had managed to state the sole reason why he had spent his precious time on her. Why are the citizens avoiding her? From what I've observed so far, she has nothing abnormal about her. Well, except maybe her eyes, but that can easily be attributed to an albino's trait. It might be a genetic trait or mutation. He kept quiet for a bit, letting the silence between them stifle the air.

"Why, you ask." Peter kept up his mask without fail. "You looked so alone and lost. I would never call myself a proper gentleman if I had left you to your devices. But that is an interesting point you made." He took one step closer to her. His eyes couldn't help but let out a malicious glint. "Why do they avoid you? What is it about you that they're afraid of? Or maybe they're not afraid at all. Simply, disgusted with you, perhaps?" Another step. And Peter was on a roll. "But what's so horrendous about you, Miss? Is it your eyes. Your expression?"

The girl continued to exceed his expectations. Here he was, a young man since birth was considered a gift from the gods and revered as one of the King's most trusted council, and he was being being shouted at. No one had ever dared to raise their voice at him with the exception of his foster father, Yami, but he was a special case. Peter had to keep himself in check for he was quite confused in how he was feeling. On one hand he was appalled at having some no name girl yell at him, showing absolute disrespect towards him as well as acting in such an undesirable way. She didn't even seem to have any lady-like qualities despite her soft features.

"I did not say you were," Peter said. To the people around them, those who have been called by the girl's loud lungs, it was astounding to see him act so calm and collected. It was as if they believed that he should lose his cool and retaliate right back with his own risen voice, but Peter was anything but rash. "It was a simple speculation and prediction on what others might be thinking.

The amount of people stopping a few meters away did not escape Peter's notice. No doubt their odd argument was attracting an audience. Really. Of course she was human. Just as a Peter caught a glimpse of the uniform of a guard heading towards them he quickly closed in on the girl. He spoke quietly but harshly, trying to convey the urgency into his tone. "Come. Your loud outburst has given us a problem and it would be advisable to follow me." Without waiting, Peter began walking towards the market area of Moriyama.

"I am beginning to have little faith in your intelligence Miss," Peter stated when the girl with swords had finally caught up with him. "What I had said was not meant to be quite as demanding as you make it sound. Furthermore, our chance to escape is undoubtedly higher here than in an open space. Even with our unique appearances we can easily blend with the crowd and lose the guard." Peter then swiftly turned on a tight corner, going deeper into the market streets. "Rest assured that I will be escorting you to the hotel soon."

His gait was as graceful as ever like the fluidity of a gentle stream making its way down the mountainside to join a larger body of river. Even as he merged with the flow of the crowd Peter's movement was not at all hindered. He continued to pass through the mass as if he was as transparent as a ghost, walking through inanimate objects, or like a leaf in the wind, smoothly following the movement of people. For split second Peter slowed his pace to glance out of the corner of his eye, looking to see the strange girl's reaction to his words. He had not meant to sound so demeaning nor rude in his haste to leave.

He almost clicked his tongue in annoyance. Perhaps doing an impromptu performance had not been the best choice. Then again, it is the way of life. Nothing ever goes the way a person plans it. Too many factors and situations to consider for a single outcome when there are and will always be more than one. Hearing the sounds of protesting citizens and a bit of scuffling behind them, Peter immediately grabbed the girl's wrist and tugged her into an alley.

Permission Granted:

Peter shook his head at how the girl seemed to be so closed-minded. "It may only seem as if we are trapped, Miss. But it is not so." He gestured for her to accompany him further down the alley. Peter closed off his emotions the moment he spotted the dirt and grime shimmering all over the cobbled ground. The focus of his eyes were dead straight to a point on the building's wall. He did not want to see the mold clinging and sticking itself to the vertical surfaces. It reminded him too much of his time as a "Street Rat." His pace was not at all hurried as before and Peter walked as if he was roaming through the most sanitary halls in the castle.

When they reached the towering wall of the building, Peter was pleased to see a rusted door that had not been visible from opening of the alley. He turned to the girl and made sure that she was watching him before placing a hand on the door's surface and activating one of his spells. His finger tips barely touched the peeling paint before they turned to shadow, effectively creating a puddle-like shadow on the surface. As he pushed his hand into the surface, it disappeared as if it was going to another dimension. "Stay here and hide behind the boxes until I open the door." Not even seconds later his entire body was gone and a small click resounded from the silver knob. The door creaked open.