[i]So, if I recall correctly, Xenon would be the best place to hire myself out. Makes sense, I suppose, it is a metropolis after all.[/i] Tyme thought as he walked the streets to where the shipyard was. The people he passed were slightly intimidated by him, mainly because of the oversized gunblade he was carrying with ease, and the fact he had a hardened face devoid of emotion. He arrived at the docks just as he heard someone say the ship was fixed, realizing that if it had been running on time, he'd have missed it by now. Without a word, he made his way to the ramp and boarded the ship bound for Xenon, making his way to the back of the ship itself. He lowered the gunblade and held it, the point touching the floor as he sat down, his cold eyes peering past the weapon and at the other passengers that boarded. Xenon, it was a place he and his sister had often dreamed of moving to, it was like a paradise for them. [i]I promised we'd see Xenon together, sister. After seven long years, I will finally get to fulfill that promise.[/i] he thought, his eyes lowering to his left index finger, where the ring she gave him was. His eyes returned to the passengers, several of them staring at the weapon, though they looked elsewhere when he caught their eyes. [i]These people act as if they've never seen a gunblade before. Hmph. Simpletons.[/i] he thought, closing his eyes. All he wanted was to have a peaceful, undisturbed trip, that's all.