Cedar wasn't usually one for the hustle and bustle in the city, but today was important, so he made an exception. Back in the Moonlight district most people were quieter, more conscious of personal space - not that it was never like this place, but the average day there was more simple. His wooden mask stood out in the crowd as much as his monochromatic grey outfit did. He wore a short grey cloak with the hood down and pants, which the heat outside was making him regret slightly, but he'd be damned if he was going to go outside in [i]shorts[/i].

Cedar walked with a quick stride, though his mind was elsewhere. To be honest, he was mainly trying to recall a passage from a book. He could only remember it had something to do with a man-made wall with slots in it facing the ocean and how it painted a picture of a very specific type of madness. It wasn't important to him at all, but for some reason it was gnawing at the back of his head. If only he could -

He abruptly stopped, or more accurately, was stopped by walking directly into another man. He regained his balance, but the other man fell. 

[Color=BurlyWood]"Oh - I'm sorry, sir,"[/color] Cedar stuttered, quickly offering a hand. The other man accepted it, brushing himself off with his other hand. Traffic resumed flowing around them.

"No problem, man," the other man said. He looked up (apparently satisfied with dusting himself off) and suddenly seemed a little taken aback. The mask, perhaps? Cedar almost felt embarrassed - though what for he couldn't say - and was about to apologize again before he paused. The man's face suddenly seemed a tad familiar. Not someone he knew, but maybe - 

[color=BurlyWood]"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but aren't you from Moonlight?"[/color] Cedar hazarded.

Almost instantly the man's face broke into a smile. Cedar mentally sighed in relief. "Yeah, I am. Funny seeing another one of us here. Then again, I guess it's harder to recognize with all the light in my eyes, huh? And the mask over yours, I guess." The man chuckled. "I'm Finn. Nice to meet you."

[Color=BurlyWood]"I'm Cedar. You can call me Cee if you want."[/color] The words flowed naturally, and he almost felt a little proud of it. His old name somehow already felt like a lifetime ago. [color=BurlyWood]"Let's hope to see each other again, Finn."[/color]

"With any luck, Cee," Finn said, waving as he walked away. Another small twinge - being addressed by his new name. A good start, he supposed.

He made the rest of the walk safely, though he never remembered what book he'd been thinking of. By the time he arrived, another recruit was there as well. Cedar slipped into a more reserved stance, looking downward slightly with his hands close to his body. [Color=BurlyWood]"Good morning, Archer."[/color] He inclined his head slightly towards the other recruit, whose name he didn't yet know. He looked over to the 'prophet' screaming nearby. A strange place to have a meeting, but maybe there was a reason for it.

He turned to the chest of weapons. Many he found not to his liking, but eventually settled on one. He picked it up, testing the weight. It seemed to be a halberd, though slightly smaller than an average one. He tested his fingers along the axe blade first, then the hook on the back end, then finally on the spike at the top. All sharp. It seemed manageable to carry and versatile enough for multiple scenarios. Rather plain, almost brutish in design, but serviceable. A weapon for the working man, perhaps. [Color=BurlyWood]"This one will do,"[/color] he said, putting the blunt end into the ground like a staff.