Sitting with his legs crossed, the man with pink tinted shades rolls up his newspaper and throws it to his left, hitting someone in the face who wanted to say something about it, but didn't quite manage to. At least, not after the man with the shades stood up and casted a shadow over him and his entire existence.

'Oh, I'm sorry, you were gonna say something?'

The thick vein appearing over the man’s forehead was pulsating at the mere thought of a civilian living in the Jerusalem of this world speaking up against him.

This tall man is Maarschalk, and he had a short temper. He made it an objective to terrorize people in this town, and that is what he was gonna do. Walking out of the terrace, without paying, Maarschalk had soon begun to look for his next victim. Once he was out on the streets, a small child bumped up against him whilst running, not noticing Maarschalk. Who proceeded to turn around and yell at the already scared child:

'I AM A GOD, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, MORTAL?'

The child, frightened, ran away.

His teeth clenched together, gritting like there was a piece of meat stuck and he tried using the reflection of a mirror to see where it was. It was actually audible, that's how firmly he was gritting his white, pasty teeth. Another child had full-blown ran into one of his legs. Advances like these were quite bold.

'Crocus!? Did you just... say... CROCUS!?'

The mere mention of this town triggered Maarschalk into a fit of rage. After having yelled for a minute and half he continued the conversation, like nothing irregular had happened

'I don't know, do I LOOK like a normal citizen to you.'

He pulled off his pink tinted glasses and threw them at the girl. Like he had done with the newspaper previously, he bent down to grab his shoe to swing that at her as well.

'Get the hell out of here, you retard!'

Maarschalk was holding his shoe like a dagger, the pointy tip pointed towards the lolicon in front of him. After having violated his pecker, he was quite angry. After the mention of Crocus, he became livid. Livid enough to wield his shoe like a weapon. The sharp point wasn't the deadliest part of the shoe, it was the stench that it carried.

'God? GOD? I AM GOD. YOU ARE A MERE MORTAL'

He continued.

'HOW DARE YE, TELLING YOUR GOD TO CALM DOWN'

By now the thick vein on his forehead begun pulsating. Blood was being pumped to it, signifying the anger and wrath of Maarschalk.

'I will decide whether or not to get violent - not you. Besides, people like you, children like you, are degenerate and should kill themselves. So, will you respect your god, and kill yourself? Well, either do that, or fetch me a beer, blondie.'

A light scoff followed, the intimidating Maarschalk was dead-set on insulting this child. He is a mean man.

'ZEUS? ZEUS?'

Maarschalk was so livid, he ran off a bridge and dove into a water. He begun swimming towards some geese which were being fed by an old men. He began pushing the geese away and eating their breadcrumbs. The disturbed old man backed away while the geese begun fighting Maarschalk. Maarschalk used his pointy shoe as a weapon to almost murder the geese. Fighting with the geese had calmed Maarschalk down. He begun wandering into another random direction to find more people to bother. If it weren't up to him, he would have stabbed the lolicon from before with his shoe - but something stopped him. It probably wasn't common sense that stopped him, no.. it was something else.

Maarschalk put his shoe back on and while he did, he noticed a screwdriver laying on the cold cobble. He picked it up and began screwing things loosely. He started with random furniture but eventually found a few bikes, doors and other objects which he stole the screws from. The people of Crocus wouldn't know what hit them.

The tall figure in a wet suit had finally found the opportunity to sit down somewhere and dry himself off in the sun. However, soon after sitting down the figure felt engulfed by a strange sensation. It was being stared at. The cold look in Maarschalks eyes shifted from left to right, until his eyes met the blue glinting eyes of a young girl. Crocus is a young town, Maarschalk thought. Considering his cooled down temper, this wasn't a bad time for him to socialize. He stood up, stepping forwards the shadow crept upon the small girl. The sun behind Maarschalk made him an intimidating figure,

'The capital of Fiore; Crocus. Not a place for commoners I reckon - at least that's obvious from your eyes, from what guild are you?'

The dark voice spoke, his eyes shifting from left to right whilst it tried looking for some kind of tattoo. One similar to his own. Her blue hair proved some mystery to her, making the figure curious towards her origins.

Her reaction was ample. Maarschalk's eyebrow arched away from his face, whist his other eyebrow lowered itself. Skeptical, that's the emotion that his face conveyed. She not only completely deflected his question, but begun talking about her passion for ice cream.

Confused, that's what Maarschalk was. Was she slow in the head -- did she not know how to lie? Interesting. -

'Well, what kind of ice cream are we talki--'

Before he could finish his sentence with a passive aggressive remark, the girl had begun skipping towards the vendor. The figures curiosity brought himself to be walking towards the same vendor, was he skeptical? No, ... he was curious into her affairs. The clacking sound generated by his heel made it well noticeable for the blue haired bimbo to notice that she was being followed.

'I'll have a scoop of hazel cherry'

His odd flavor choice was something he had refined over the years. Turning to look into the eyes of the blue haired bimbo, he spoke once more.

'That's alright, you don't want to talk about yourself. Can you tell me why you won't?'

Maybe he was overestimating the intelligence of the young rut, and perhaps she was too childish and just plainly teasing Maarschalk. Maarschalk wondered if she still wanted to talk to him, which is why he begun wandering to a bench. If she had followed, she wasn't as much of a rascal as he thought she would be.

Maarschalks lips curled at both ends, a twisted smile appeared on his mug. She described having done something bad. That's the reason why she wouldn't tell him any of the details. What a funny girl. Whilst she spoke, the tall scary man took a big bite out of his ice cream.

Then the question of his mysterious presence in this town was brought forth.

'Me? Oh, ... -- well I've heard terrible things about this town. I thought it'd be wise to study the rumors that I have heard. I'm not some kind of JOKER if that's what you're wondering, but yes, I do admit; Chaos plays a big theme in my life. '

Whilst speaking, Maarschalk paid attention to his surrounding - he was quite used to tiptoeing his way through life. After a moment his head turned back to face the blue eyed girl. Maarschalk was already seated on the bench, presumably next to the bimbo.

It was Maarschalks intention to remain as mysterious as possible to see how curious the girl could get. He redirected the conversation back at her,

'Since you describe this bad thing with a certain expression I am to assume you have no desire of speaking about it -- and that's fine, but what about telling me how you managed to escape the past? It wasn't easy, I bet'

The tall man had an idea how psychology in children worked - making them feel grandiose and paying attention by convincing them that you're impressed usually opens up more deep rooted feelings and the ability to express them.

Not everyone is perfect, Maarschalk could be wrong.

The figure had one leg crossed over the other. In a somewhat, feminine way, the blue colored pants with its white stripes stretching all across. Maarschalk begun to notice a few of her personality traits and misorders.

It wasn't attention, or so he thought, he thought that it was the hardship of her past - whilst in reality it was her short attention span.

'That's fair, academics isn't my thing too.'

With this sentence, Maarschalk implied a multiple of things. Upon hearing what she had to say and formulating an idea, he had assumed that she had run off because they had too many expectations for her. Now it was obvious that bad grades wouldn't cause a child to run off. It was most likely something else. But, saying what Maarschalk said probably would trigger the pride of the girl. Most children would deny having bad grades. This was a test of her pride, nevertheless - Maarschalk lied because he had very good grades when he was young. His goal was to let her open up more to him; by vaguely indirectly insulting her without making it seem like an insult by saying 'too', like he got bad grades.

'You know, I have 2 children - they're around your age; They don't look into my eyes when we talk, and that's because I come off as an intimidating person.'

Maybe if he started talking about himself some more would allow the girl to open up some; at least that's what he'd hoped.

'My name is Maarschalk Raion; you may call me Dr. Raion -- I'm a doctor see.'

死は私の専門であります

Maarschalk said too much, or said something wrong. That was his conclusion from seeing the girl slightly distraught, as if she was seeking for an answer instead of using her ad libbing it. Thinking about it some more he realized that she was pretty much like that throughout the entire conversation, so it might not have been some random thing that Maarschalk said - but moreso her personality in general: very careful, that'd be quite reasonable - considering her situation. The blue haired girl was named Yoshino. A name that didn't really mean anything to Maarschalk, it didn't sound very foreign - even though she indicated to be from a place far away.  Her eyes and hair didn't really have a distinct trait so Maarschalk assumed that this place was within reasonable distance. Maybe a city? Like Hargeon, Oak - somewhere from that direction. He couldn't just ask that, because he'd probably just scare her by accurately guessing. What Maarschalk didn't know was that Yoshino was in fact not on the run anymore, he just assumed that she was since she was being very secretive away. Had he have known this, he would have been more aware to his surrounding - it's rare for people of wealth like herself not to be watched by a guardian or whatever.

'That's a nice name, where is it from?'

Maarschalk asked since this would let him know where she was from, even though she was from this city. Since Maarschalk was misinformed, he was still investigating - and thus his question.

As soon as Yoshino stood up to get more ice cream, Maarschalk stood up and began slowly walking towards the stall. He was interrupted from his main path by the blue haired girl who stumbled and fell. A speck of the ice cream landed on his dress trousers. Nothing to get upset by, however, then came the filth who began hopping towards Yoshino. The sight of this put Maarschalk immediately in action.  Maarschalk carried a large fish in his right hand. One that he held by its tail, stolen from a fish stall not a meter away from Maarschalks initial position. Then he begun to walk towards Yoshino and this man in a fast pace. Maarschalks held the fish like a baseball bat and swung before giving the other man the opportunity to raise his fist, and what followed was Maarschalks stolen fish almost completely painted red from the makeup the man wore. That alone proved the severity of Maarschalks violence. Now, should the man flee by dancing away, Maarschalk would talk to Yoshino and his subsequent actions should still count - should the clown stick around, Maarschalk would change his stance in a more combat ready one, prepared to fight the clown.

'The same passion you have for ice cream, I have for the dark'

In which he feared it, which is quite ironic. Maarschalks gaze averted from the setting sun back to the girl.

'I'm leaving, and so should you. goodbye now'

The tall figure left after making eye contact one final time, turning his back to her and walking away.

死は私の専門であります