Darcmouth ... District: Fishing District - Farther Shores
➊ [dabi didn't remember who he heard it from: things from "home" washed up all the time on the father shorts, located beyond the darcmouth fishing district. after that amazing stroke of luck with the portals linking him to several convenience stores from different worlds, he found a special sort of allure to gathering things like that. wanting to keep a stockpile of items from "home" worlds that weren't usually, if ever, offered in trench's normal market wares.
dabi wasn't the most active member of the league of villains, capable of lazing around when there was shit to do, but he did have a penchant for recruitment. going out and looking for interesting and useful people to add to their group. so why not apply that to things as well? couldn't hurt to have some valuable items for trade that no one else had... it was better than pricking his finger or handing over vials of his blood all the damn time.
even if it did mean he had to go through a damn wharf and fish market. ugh, he hated fish; the smell and taste were gross. but with that behind him, dabi found some strange comfort in seeing the lonely black shores stretching out in front of him, the warm sand sinking under his boots with each step. among the rhythmic ebb and flow of the waves, the man wandered across the dark beach, coat and cloak drifting against his legs and sides in the ocean wind. he kept an eye out for anything unique sticking out of the sand. not one to go digging though. a cloth bag dangles from one hand and he crouches down for a moment, inspecting a few items before dismissing all but one of them as shells, but digging out and washing off a gold, ruby ring from the black sand.]
➋ [there was one other reason dabi liked to come to the father short. the sapling. standing out here in a strangely inhospitable and remote place for a tree like this, there was no denying it was the same kind of tree that grew in the priest's sanctuary. meaning it had the same calming and cleansing properties its fellow trees had. resting his back against the large sakura tree's trunk, dabi let his eyes linger on the waves in front of him, occasionally ghosted by a drifting pink petal.
corruption was a strange thing for him, considering all the things he did and witness back home in his world. murder, oppression, abuse, lies, corruption, battle, and yet in trench, it was all about blood and those negative emotions creeping through, poisoning thoughts and actions. but here under the boughs of this tree, all of that felt less important, the weight of it slowly leeching out of his system. far better here than trying to steal away a few hours during the night at the sanctuary, where people could come up and ask what his shady ass was doing skulking around in such a place.
with his bag of collected items beside him, dabi leans his head against the tree and drifts, one leg stretched out in front of him, the other tented at the knee with an arm draped over the bend. leave him alone... or bother him. it's your call.
ooc note: despite his villainous nature, dabi will defend the sapling from attack. fatally. for purely selfish reasons.]
The black beach.
dabi wasn't the most active member of the league of villains, capable of lazing around when there was shit to do, but he did have a penchant for recruitment. going out and looking for interesting and useful people to add to their group. so why not apply that to things as well? couldn't hurt to have some valuable items for trade that no one else had... it was better than pricking his finger or handing over vials of his blood all the damn time.
even if it did mean he had to go through a damn wharf and fish market. ugh, he hated fish; the smell and taste were gross. but with that behind him, dabi found some strange comfort in seeing the lonely black shores stretching out in front of him, the warm sand sinking under his boots with each step. among the rhythmic ebb and flow of the waves, the man wandered across the dark beach, coat and cloak drifting against his legs and sides in the ocean wind. he kept an eye out for anything unique sticking out of the sand. not one to go digging though. a cloth bag dangles from one hand and he crouches down for a moment, inspecting a few items before dismissing all but one of them as shells, but digging out and washing off a gold, ruby ring from the black sand.]
corruption was a strange thing for him, considering all the things he did and witness back home in his world. murder, oppression, abuse, lies, corruption, battle, and yet in trench, it was all about blood and those negative emotions creeping through, poisoning thoughts and actions. but here under the boughs of this tree, all of that felt less important, the weight of it slowly leeching out of his system. far better here than trying to steal away a few hours during the night at the sanctuary, where people could come up and ask what his shady ass was doing skulking around in such a place.
with his bag of collected items beside him, dabi leans his head against the tree and drifts, one leg stretched out in front of him, the other tented at the knee with an arm draped over the bend. leave him alone... or bother him. it's your call.
ooc note: despite his villainous nature, dabi will defend the sapling from attack. fatally. for purely selfish reasons.]