[center][h3][color=662d91]Vega[/color][/h3]
Luna Crescente Lower Streets[/center]

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[color=662d91]"Heh, stupid old hag. Serves them right..."[/color], Vega sunk into the lower streets a little ways towards the outskirts of town. He'd already gotten the message, he was to go see Delsin, and he was going to comply, although he just wanted to cause a bit of trouble and blow off some steam first. The entire idea of cooperating with the Harpies didn't sit well with him. He'll go see Delsin soon, but not before he checks in around here for a little something.

[color=662d91]"Oi, open up"[/color], the door before him laid unopened, silent. 

[color=662d91]"You want another repair bill? Open up"[/color], still silence... Vega clicked his tongue before stepping back a bit.

The door burst to splinters as it flew across the room spreading across the floor.

[color=662d91]"Yoooo, how's it going?"[/color], though within moments he found himself darting to the side to avoid a few thrown sharp objects, before catching the second volley with a second sidestep and then throwing it back. The surprise assailant found himself petrified as he was inches away from a knife in his skull.

[color=662d91]"Hey hey, that's no way to greet a customer. Come on, usual batch. I happen to have an idea for some fun, so I'm not gonna break anything in you this time, if you just hand it over"[/color], the person down here based on the establishment seemed to be some kind of chemist.

[i]"O-okay, but-"[/i], a pile of money landed at the man's feet. The middle aged shopkeep seemed a little surprised.

[color=662d91]"What? Never seen a paying customer before? Just got it done or I'll try my usual form of payment"[/color], and with that the man darted off into his back rooms, in a minute or two he came back out with a bag of... Something. It was a small bag, but inside looked like pellets.

[color=662d91]"Hm? A little extra?"[/color],

[i]"W-well, the money you gave me equates to that much"[/i], he was nervous, but for someone who dealt in back street areas, he was surprisingly diligent in his job.

[color=662d91]"Whatever, I'm in a hurry I'll take it"[/color], with a swift movement he snatched the bag up and headed out, slipping the bag into the back pockets where it'd be hidden under his coat and sash.

[color=662d91]"Have a good day... Oh and, maybe open the door next time? You dolt"[/color], and with that he was gone, heading back towards the center of the city.