04-26-2016, 11:58 PM
Manix felt, not danger, CHAOS! Why would he feel chaos and why was it closing around em like a fisherman's net? Almost sending out the gift he stopped, for once thinking, no, chaos may or may not mean danger. A man Spoke, roughly his own age, yes flashy, a peacock, Manix nearly laughed aloud at the mental picture.
Jail? murder, arson, no, this was not right. Manix has spent his life on nearly every seaside wharf in the world and knew the "feel" as ones such as those, she did not have it. The new comer obviously knew her, but Manix remained quiet. He would judge the reactions and await introductions.
Manix had gotten control of himself and had put, whatever had happened to the flask, to the back of his head. He was once again a Ship's Captain in a forien port and within seconds had already planed out several defensive and offensive scenario's. This had become 2nd nature to Manix at a young age, never thought about it, his brain just developed what he needed, whether it be fight or flight.
Manix Stood When the stranger spoke, seeming relaxed but ready, yet he felt this stranger was more than a strutting peacock, and could easily read Manix. thought skittered across his mind: Back to me disguises, easier, safer and more fun.
Jail? murder, arson, no, this was not right. Manix has spent his life on nearly every seaside wharf in the world and knew the "feel" as ones such as those, she did not have it. The new comer obviously knew her, but Manix remained quiet. He would judge the reactions and await introductions.
Manix had gotten control of himself and had put, whatever had happened to the flask, to the back of his head. He was once again a Ship's Captain in a forien port and within seconds had already planed out several defensive and offensive scenario's. This had become 2nd nature to Manix at a young age, never thought about it, his brain just developed what he needed, whether it be fight or flight.
Manix Stood When the stranger spoke, seeming relaxed but ready, yet he felt this stranger was more than a strutting peacock, and could easily read Manix. thought skittered across his mind: Back to me disguises, easier, safer and more fun.