Balancing Cape Island

Deal Gone Bad
The streets of the main town on Cape Island where as busy as ever. Merchants did everything that they could get citizens to stop by their shops and purchase any of their goods. Sometimes even falsifying and creating deals just to seek shopper's attention.

The town was known for its many shops, but today was a bit more special than any ole normal day. Buildings all around the town had flyers on them, with a young boy and two others youngsters standing behind him. The posters read: "Dexter Performing Live At The Pretzel Stadium!" Ah yes, the Pretzel stadium had been booked so that a young upcoming musician could perform. Even though he'd just gained a name for himself in a few months as an artist, he was able to sell out stadiums filled with hundreds of people. So, of course, the town would have unusually high activity.

At the center of it all a large facility with the insignia belonging to a World Government organization, the Marines. A man of brown skin looked out of the glass window which gave him a beautiful sight of the town. His gold eyes were like scanners, carefully looking across the town ensuring everything was fine.

"Commodore Solomon!" A marine officer shouted upholding a saluting position. "He's arrived along with his band. Officers have stationed themselves all along the outer areas of their stage."

Turning to face his officers, Solomon gave off a slight nod. "Good work. You all are four hours ahead of schedule, stellar." Solomon returned the salute "Marines aren't allowed affiliation with Pirates..", He continued, "but a young man trying to make money is something I will not interfere with. With this in mind, they must leave the island after an hour of their performance."

"YES SIR!" The naval officer responded before leaving the room.

Solomon turned his back yet again, showing off the kanji inscribed onto his Marine cloak. Vertically the kanji for "justice" was written, however, horizontally the kanji "balanced" rested. He returned to looking down at the town. "Once my duties have been fulfilled on Cape Island, returning back to Marine HQ will be a priority."

At the bay of the Island, a new ship had just docked and two figures headed down to the bay. He stepped off of the ship dressed in a black two-piece suit and a white button-down shirt. At his side, a woman dressed similarly to himself surveyed the area. She looked down at the board that rested in her arms before looking pushing it up against her chest.

"You are scheduled to meet at the Grisp Cafe in thirty minutes, sir." She spoke to the man standing next to her. "Though we would've gotten here earlier if you hadn't tried wrestling over wearing your attire the appropriate way. That's really bad by the way, Xandros-sama. A grown man who still insists on wearing his clothes like a child, that is."

He, designated as Xandros, began to head towards the entrance of the town. "You, Rosalyn, were not hired to tell me how to dress either." He hissed back at the woman. "While I'm out, prepare a dish for me. I don't care what it is, just surprise me." He added, before nearly disappearing into the rest of the crowd.

Once fully submerged, he swiftly began looking for a nearby alley. Once spotted, he instantly jumped into it. He knelt down placed his hand on his shadow and suddenly merged with it. Literally seconds later he reemerged in a completely different attire than before. His face was masked by a hair protector and his body was covered by a pair of black pants and basic long sleeve black shirt.

Making his way out of the alley, he again blended himself with the crowd, headed for his destination.