Another job, another day. Seika stared ahead at the congregated crowd of people who had all gathered about the traveling merchant just after the man had opened up his stall. There was a rowdy vibe to the crowd, many people bumping and jostling for position so that they could be at the front of the line. Seika himself felt that the whole process as well as the actions that the people were taking were entirely too... ghetto, for his liking. That wasn't to say he was above a little jostling, but rather... he had a bit more forethought and planning on how he was going to deal with all of this.

Reaching into his pockets, he used his massive bulky frame to literally split the seas of people around him as he strode forward confidently without a care in the world. He could hear the multiple shouts of indignation at his presence and actions but he never slowed in his procession forward as he locked eyes with the merchant himself. The much smaller man seemed to shrink at the damning eyes that Seika laid upon him, endlessly judging and condemning the man for a million and one crimes that he had and hadn't committed. Seika's presence was overwhelming as he stood before the demure man with all the authority of a King without a crown. It was enough to silence the paltry masses and get the sniveling man before him to cower in deference before offering up a meager offering to the grandiose man to ease his agitation. Thankfully for the merchant, his offering was sufficient for Seika's tastes, the coveted Golden Scissors that he had been sent to retrieve was literally before him and with a simple transaction, now rested in the palm of his hands.

With his transaction finished, Seika would turn about and slice through the crowd once more, daring any of the patrons to even so much as try him as he exited the now pacified crowd. Taking his prize away from the market place, he made a bee line straight for Fernando. Avoiding the many shady alleyways, it would take him but a few minutes to reach the flamboyant man's shop. The ringing of the bell overhead signalling Seika's arrival to the man prompted him to look up from the fabrics he had been working on. Turning with a surprise, he hadn't actually expected the rumbling giant to actually procure the scissors with any sense of speed, and yet here he stood. Grinning like a loon, the man would graciously remove them from Seika's grasp before the lumbering oaf crushed his precious wares between his gargantuan hands and proceeded to pay Seika handsomely for his time. Ever grateful, he shooed Seika out of his shop, never once speaking to the man about his ordeal or his troubles, which was fine with Seika as he didn't wish to speak to the man either. This was just yet another mission in the town of Baska.

-Exit-