[ Willful Machine is a place Allen is intimately familiar with, being that Viktor's lab is here and that he had lived at one of the inns here since he first woke up back in October. At... least until his death, after which he'd lived with Shouto for several weeks on the outskirts of Prufrock. But this is still his old stomping grounds, and he still keeps to his old rounds of checking in on and visiting all the various merchants, residents, and guards he used to stop by and chat with or assist. Also, while Sansa has taken care of most of the supplies Sanctuary needs on a regular basis, it isn't everything and this is something he's good at. Finding things and haggling; his master's expensive tastes made sure of that. And this is where you come to do that, especially on any kind of scale.
That's why he's caught wind of a new trader of sorts who's been selling items specifically from Sleeper worlds it sounds like, items that can't be found or produced normally Trench and that garner the gossip of merchants torn between wanting to have them and being envious. Someone selling Sleeper world items isn't that new, but that they seem to specialize in only that and have a large stock? That's a little more unusual. And that they're staying secretive and only meet with buyers after dark one-on-one?
That's the thing that sets off a bunch of flags to Allen, more than familiar with the different kind of trading that comes after dark and not out on the street in plain sight. Not necessarily bad ones, just... flags. So even if it may or may not be the sort of thing he's looking for, he's nosed around and come to find out who this man who has the local merchants abuzz must be.
And because the last person he spoke with who pointed him here also mentioned the trader to be a man covered in burns with almost frighteningly bright teal eyes.
The first thing Dabi might note of his approach, though, is the dual kh-click of his crutches against the hard flooring of the bar. He comes up to a stop in front of him, not wearing the highly recognizable uniform and coat that he had before, but grey embroidered robes that fit more with Trench. Dragonscale smocking up the collar and silvery moths textured on the sleeves.
He lifts his chin lightly, meeting those faintly glowing turquoise eyes with his own pale grey ones. Neutral and steady. Clear-eyed and, yes, entirely unsurprised. Timcanpy, his omen, hovering quietly just over one shoulder. ]
slams in here late with sbux
That's why he's caught wind of a new trader of sorts who's been selling items specifically from Sleeper worlds it sounds like, items that can't be found or produced normally Trench and that garner the gossip of merchants torn between wanting to have them and being envious. Someone selling Sleeper world items isn't that new, but that they seem to specialize in only that and have a large stock? That's a little more unusual. And that they're staying secretive and only meet with buyers after dark one-on-one?
That's the thing that sets off a bunch of flags to Allen, more than familiar with the different kind of trading that comes after dark and not out on the street in plain sight. Not necessarily bad ones, just... flags. So even if it may or may not be the sort of thing he's looking for, he's nosed around and come to find out who this man who has the local merchants abuzz must be.
And because the last person he spoke with who pointed him here also mentioned the trader to be a man covered in burns with almost frighteningly bright teal eyes.
The first thing Dabi might note of his approach, though, is the dual kh-click of his crutches against the hard flooring of the bar. He comes up to a stop in front of him, not wearing the highly recognizable uniform and coat that he had before, but grey embroidered robes that fit more with Trench. Dragonscale smocking up the collar and silvery moths textured on the sleeves.
He lifts his chin lightly, meeting those faintly glowing turquoise eyes with his own pale grey ones. Neutral and steady. Clear-eyed and, yes, entirely unsurprised. Timcanpy, his omen, hovering quietly just over one shoulder. ]
I'm not surprised to see it's you.