Shifting Streets & The Amazing Mest! (OPEN)

[Mest]

68/Spring/512

The bustling city streets were alive around him, people going about their business with the usual overlying noise of a popular city, people crying out to each other with questions or curses, him moving on silent feet through the throng of people, heading towards the Bizarre, he had a couple special purchases to make, the income from other peoples pockets had gotten him this far, had afforded him a room, now with the little he had left in the way of currency he would need to ensure his survival long term, time for some new tools and a new level.

The entrance appeared before him looking for all the world to lead into a building a much smaller size then what was inside and as usual the transition between spaces confused his senses, but not for long.
His eyes focused and sharp on the crowd he strode through eyeing the stalls for what he needed, not an honest purchase for a man in any position, definitely not for him, the acrobatics and sticky fingers however would only take Mest so far.

There! a stall as tucked away as you could possibly get in this seemingly ever changing place, a dark coated figure tended the small table.
Mest approached and quickly scanned the items in front of him, picking out a small wrap of tools and a lock with which to practice, the price was whispered and the coin slipped from one hand to another, with a quick turn Mest had left the stall and marched back out into the streets.

A little hop in his step his thoughts light and jolly thinking about all the new and fun activities he could perform with these instruments in his pocket Mest made his way through the familiar maze of Alvadas, sometimes he would spot the entrances to the underground and feel nostalgic, he had come a long way, but he would not forget his roots, even if he should go much much further.

Keeping mostly to himself except for the random jostling of shoulders here and there Mest made his way towards his own residence, the sun was hardly at its highest point yet and there was a lot of daylight left in which he could be making Miza's, he would head home, dump his purchases for later and hit the streets once more hunting for targets.
Soon enough he had reached the door, the gentle tug of the key in his hand was a comfort, even with the looks of his door known to him it was nice to be certain in a city constantly on the shift, he unlocked the door and stepped through into his room, quickly dropped the packages on his table and turned on his heel once more to face the sunny day outside.