Urban

Portrayed by expansive skylines and concrete jungles, urban is comprised of cities and densely populated areas, often with more modern structures and more industrialization to fit the theme.

Adapting to Change
Give or take an hour, the two new arrivals finally make their way to civilisation - a bit taken back by how... Primitive everything is compared to the environment they're accustomed to. Daikeim takes this moment to look at Drake.

"Well, hopefully they're not as hostile as the people we got... Introduced to." Daikeim then looks back at the citizens. "...We'll need to change our clothes as well, we'd stick out with this on."

Drake rolls his eyes. "I'd argue with you but I'm starving, fine - let's change into something more discreet and then we eat?"

"Yes, then we eat." A sigh escapes Daikeim's mouth as he begins walking the streets, scanning for a suitable place to enter.

Amongst some of the buildings there's one that says "Davy Jone's Locker."

"Well, guess there's no better place to start." Drake eyes the sign before entering the building, Daikeim following behind.

''Inside the building, it looks like a decrepit street with graffiti on the walls. The clothes are hung on racks and organized by shirts, pants and accessories, they even have novelties.''

"Alright then... I guess I'll go one way and you go the other." Drake suggests before heading off, leaving Daikeim to simply wonder. Give or take a few tens of minutes, the two arrive back - Drake already with an outfit he prefers.

"Black jacket, white shirt, black jeans... Very simplistic, aren't you?" Daikeim says with a grin. "So now we pay..."

"Oh don't give me that crap, blue boy." Drake replies back, smirking. "And yeah, we do-- ...Oh, right. Currency." He looks around and notices the changing rooms, he turns to look back at Daikeim and gestures towards the room.

The expression on Daikeim's face is best described as disapproving but Drake drags him into the same cubicle with him. "Ok so, why don't we just wear this stuff and get the fuck out?"

"Because I think tags are still a thing on here, so we'd get caught." After a moment of thinking, Daikeim looks at the clothes he and Drake are wearing. "Maybe we could sneakfully 'trade' this stuff?"

"Sounds like a plan... Now get out of my cubicle and let me change." Responds an already undressing Drake, taking off his jacket before shoving Daikeim out, leaving him to go into the next room over.

The two later exit, dressed in their new attire, Drake meanwhile grabs the old sets and looks around before placing the clothing onto the shelves. "Alrighty, now can we get out?"

Daikeim silently nods as the two begin to exit the building.

A voice calls behind them "Hey you two."

The two immediately stop, Daikeim sighing. "Alright then, your call."

"You fucker." Drake cuts Daikeim a look and turns his head towards the voice. "Uh, yeah?"

They turn to a middle-aged man sitting behind a register counter, "You two need anything?"

"Oh, sorry - we're newcomers to the city and we're just touring, sadly we have no money to buy anything." Drake replies while forcing a innocent smile.

"Well welcome to town. Um feel free to browse around. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks! We'll grab something to eat then we'll come back." After a short wave, Drake turns and the two leave the building. "We are never going back into that damned place."

"I noticed... Well, before we get something to eat, we need to get this place's currency." Daikeim stops and looks around, turning his head down one high street. "I'll go up that way, you go down the opposite way - see what we can get, ok?"

Drake nods towards Daikeim. "Alright, you'll probably know where to find me." And with that, the two split, heading their own ways throughout the city.

While walking around town, Drake notices some of the civilians are looking at him, tilting their head as they do so.

"The fuck are they staring at?" He mumbles as he approaches a bar, he smirks as he can smell the alcohol leave the windows. "Well, drunks are always willing to get petty shit done for a price." Drake enters the building and is hit by the intense scent of sloppy food and drinks.

Drake sees everyone on the very front of the stage where a man is playing a sax are dancing and hollering wildly, even though the sax player is playing rather soothing.

"That's music? My God..." He cringes at the tunes but makes his way towards the bar, taking a seat while glancing over at everyone. "Uh... Something strong."

The bartender points over to a tall man with very noticeable biceps happily rough-housing with the other men.

Drake cuts the bartender a unamused look. "I meant a drink..."

The bartender walks turns around and pulls down a green transparent bottle and pours it into a cup, then hands it to Drake.

"Thanks." He takes a sip and shrugs. "Not as strong as I'd thought..." Drake takes a look around once more, before taking another sip.

"You don't look all to familiar. You someone new?"

Drake looks over to see someone wearing a pink vacation shirt and wearing a steton, taking a sip out of a glass.

"Yeah, you could say that - New to the city at least."

"Itsa town. Not really watcha city. So what all brings you here?"

"Just here on a tour, sort of... That and to get money."

"Looking for a job then? What're you good at?"

"Where I'm from - I'm a mercenary since I was a kid, so I have quite the experience in that regard."

"I thought so. I can see it in your eyes. Sharp. Like knives. You could poke person's eyes out with those."

"I'm more a guns kinda guy... So, if you're asking - I suppose you have something you want done?"

"Nah, not really. But I got a holographic catalogue-a 'holologue' if you will-for you to check out yourself."

The person slides a tablet over his way.

"Check that out and see what catches those sharp eyes of yours."

The tablet skids to a stop right in front of Drake, he takes a look at the list. He raises an eyebrow and turns the tablet towards the man. "The one selling off scrolls... So what, just burn the scrolls, break his hands and arms or?"

"Kill him. Take the scrolls from him. Then, do whatever you want with them. You can sell'em yourself, that'd be extra money in your pocket. A magic scroll is worth thousands. Well, depedning on what it does."

Drake eyes the tablet then smirks, sliding the tablet back to the man. "Done. Do we know where he is?"

"Sadly not. Most of those people you find in this holologue get around alot. They know their tails are gonna be hunted, so they do business on the run. But since this is for like secret exchanges/auction, try a dark alley or an empty building."

"Oh... How typical, alright... Ok, if you pay for my drink, I'll have his head within a few days." Drake replies, downing his drink in one go.

"Sure thing, newcomer."

''The person takes out a card, Drake notices the person's hand is rather skinny and gives it to the bartender. The bartender scans it with a device embeded into the counter and returns it back''

"Happy Hunting"

And with that, Drake eyes over whatever details he can gather about the scroll seller before making his way out of the bar. He looks around the city then sighs. "Alright, so empty buildings and dark alleyways... Lets get going." He blends into a nearby crowd and starts his job.

Meanwhile on the opposite side of the city, Daikeim just roams, taking in all of the sights until coming to a stop in front of a museum of sorts. "Well... This seems like a good place to start." With no real other option, Daikeim enters the building.