Thread: The Fate of the world is in our hands (Max and I)

The bearded leader seemed to take a liking to them, finding their traits both admirable and amusing at the same time. The relationship between the two seemed curious to watch as well, he enjoying the bickering they seemed to toss around. Heh, you two seem like good company anyways. I could tell from the start. Why else did I tell my boys to lower their guns? If I didn't, hell, I wouldn't be enjoying myself. Besides, it's nice to see new faces in a while. He himself downed the cup of Buzz Brew that he poured himself, and even afterwards, took a swig straight from the bottle. A rather pleased sigh left his lips as he turned his head to burp, trying to uphold some form of manners while in the company of ladies. Break time's over then. Let's get going, everyone. The men, women, and children that were following this leader began to pack up their things, breaking down the tents they made only hours ago quickly, like it was second nature to them. Such a thought was rather sad. How long did these people go without a place to call him? Did they even know what having a home was like anymore? How far had they gone, the lands they'd gone through, the troubles they've faced? One could only imagine, yet each individual, including the young ones, looked strong and ready to take on the wilderness and all it threw at them. Their leader was proud of the people he called family. They had come far, and they wouldn't stop living. That was what differentiated them from the usual fodder that demons picked off. They wanted to live. Hey, at least you're glorified, right? A hearty laugh left the nomadic leader as they began their trek to the rustic marketplace known as the Metro. He began to explain that they often made visits to Metro like today, to sell goods or minerals they found along the way. Many of the human settlements that were spread out from one another always had several roads or knew a way to Metro. Strategically as well, it was placed and set up in the very center of all human settlements. It was believed that at the time of its establishment, a small band of humans of varying trades decide that instead of running a town, they would run a market. Despite the end of the world, without a proper economy, greed would run amok and chaos on a financial scale would arise. Thus, they established the system of trade, bartering, and of course, good old fashioned monetary purchases. Many of the humans in the world today simply traded or bartered. In richer settlements, a form of currency was used. The most widely accepted form of currency though came in the form of ammunition. Odd, yes, but there was a main differentiation from the regular ammunition that was used in weapons today. Firstly, these were ammunition shells that shined and had luster. It was completely flawless in creation as well. These shells were from the past, back when the world had nothing to worry about. When the world's worst issues were environment pollution or wondering what pesticides got into food. There had been a surplus of these ammunition shells, and when the band of traders established Metro, they established this form of currency as well. It didn't take off at first. Many establishments seemed to settle on their own, but once the economical network spread to each settlement, only a foolish leader would not accept it with open arms. There was a standard, and while many settlements didn't agree with one another, they knew the need for imports and exports. Money, even now, made the world go round. Upon reaching Metro, they were held outside the front gates until they were verified as humans. Any demon could disguise themselves. They especially gave Lucia a good look over, but eventually allowed her in. The moment they set foot, a raucous of voices, shouting, tools and machinery working, and a cacophony of other noises filled the air. It was as if they unplugged their ears from the Devil's Maw. Children ran by them, playing with rudimentary toys, or some being chased by a loved hound. The nomad leader took a deep inhale and sighed out, smiling and nodding his head, pleased. Oh yes, even a nomad enjoys the perks of sleeping behind walls. That wasteland out there gets rather uncomfortable as a bed, heh. He then turned to both Evelynn and Lucia, shaking both their hands. We part ways here, ladies. Whatever your journey brings you, I wish you the best. Each man and woman that traveled with them gave a similar departure before they were lost within the thick crowd of people. Everything from food, tools, weapons, and clothing lined stalls and walls. Every merchant accepted Shells, and most were willing to trade. There was much to see, and despite the crowd, the women would be able to discern the military police. Each patrol unit carried several people, wearing ragged looking military camouflage. It looked as if it belonged to a country's past army, but what specific one was unknown. Many of the guardsmen and women had sleeves with missing patches, though each had a single patch, and that being the insignia of Metro. It was a scale with Shells on one side, and a wrapped parcel on the other side, symbols of bartering and money. Rather fitting. Curious though was that, even with a crowd, there were an abnormal amount of patrols around. They spoke to any and all citizens, one duo of guardsmen walking up immediately to the two newcomers. Travelers, have you seen a suspicious man with dirty blond hair and red eyes? Was their only question, both cautiously gazing at the both of them. It was easy to hear all patrols asking the same, yet every answer was met with a simple nod to all members of the patrol before they moved away. So far, no one had at all seen a man matching this description.