Though he had recently arrived to observe the city's activity, Oak town's streets were normally dusted with a variety of citizens, each performing tasks specific to their lifestyles. The saying goes, 'We learn the way we live to live the way we learn', and he'd noticed that today's life wasn't as present as it usually is. Perhaps something else was a stir within the city, but from what he's heard there always is. The black haired foreigner had already stuck out among the people who resided in this country, now without any people to stick out against, he simply was out. He existed here and now, but not alone. As Tecka strolled down the Oak Town street he could see further ahead up in the distance, it was a man leaning against one of the street lamps in patience.
As he neared closer, the man seemed to have caught eye of Tecka. And Tecka a closer eye of him. "So you're the guy?" the dirty blonde man had asked as the shorter man was still approaching. "Martello Remy, yes?" Tecka questioned the dirty blonde. Remy's stressed face had been eased a bit by the other mans response. It seemed as if the Martello's, or rather Remy himself had really depended on this job getting done, and based on the attire of the young Martello, he seemed like a man who wanted it done in a timely manner. "You're a shorter one than I thought they'd send. Well whatever, as long as you can perform.." Remy replied. He was decked out head to toe in the casual black and white suit, with bow tie, probably clip on, and a nice set of hand shined shoes. The foreign man could tell the nature of the black leather shoe's shine was slightly brighter than most others he had seen. It wasn't the polish applied but the technique of the shine.
Tecka's dress on the other hand was as...unique as usual. He appeared as the type of guy to take dirty jobs, for lack of better words: dressed in his casual tank top and baggy fatigues, with high top leather boots. Though dress and status hadn't defined a person, at least not to the foreign young man. It was their strength, the strength to change, to grow. Strength was everything. Before Remy had begun to describe the details of the job, he started to walk, presumably in the direction of where this job was being done. Tecka remained in the same spot he had been when he originally commenced talking to the dapper young man. "Hold on, we're expecting one more on this job. She's from my guild." He said.
The young Martello stopped with a look of frustration beginning to grow over his young clean visage, before it grew any more irritable, Tecka had finished "Hey look, the more people we have, the quicker this gets done. And don't worry, she's got the strength to impress."
WC: 501/1000