Just Walking Along [Open]

Pheonix walked into Clover, his eyes darting everwhere, taking in the sights. He probably should have been paying more attention to where he was walking, because after taking two steps he tripped over a loose peice of cobblestone, landing face first. When he finaly picked himself up, he groaned and pressed on his nose to stop the blood that was gushing out. Then he groaned again realizing that he had no plan and was literally just walking around wasting his life.

Near the entrance of clover sat a little cafe where a man in along black overcoat and a odd looking hat sat watching the surrounding with a dull look on his face. Rested next to him was a rather large nodachi with a fur trimmed guard. He was sitting at the table a cup of tea in front of him as he watched the passerby's enter and exit the city taking a sip of the tea. He stopped in mid sip as he saw an odd looking man enter the city he had red hair with white stripes which Kroenen thought was odd hair color. But what the man did next made a grin appear on the dull face of him, he literally tripped not even a few feet from entering the city and landed flat on his face.

Kroenen continued to watch this man as he finished off his tea and leaving a tip on the table. As he stood up he grabbed his nodachi and rested it on his shoulder then left the table. He walked towards the man who was holding his face trying to stop the blood from gushing out from his nose. Kroenen stopped his shadow looming over the man and his cold eyes locked on the man. He removed his free hand from his coats pocket throwing him a white rag to try and stop the bleeding. Without even saying a word Kroenen continued to walk and would only stop if he was addressed by the man.

"Thanks..." Pheonix called out to the strange, imposing man that had just thrown a handkerchief at him. He stooped down and picked it up, wondering what sort of person actually went around with a handkerchief.He felt that he wouldn't need it though, as what he was about to attempt would either kill him, or stop the bleeding. He contemplated the idea he had just had and finally decided to attempt it.  He swiftly pulled his jewel encrusted dagger out and pressed it to his nose lightly, not hard enough to draw blood. There was a bright flash of yellow colored light, and a loud zapping noise. Pheonix dropped his dagger and cursed loudly from the pain. His nose was no longer bleeding though, as the electricity had cauterized it. Albeit, now he had a scorch mark on the side of his nose, which stung a lot. He reached down, and picked up his dagger which he had dropped, and stuck it back in its sheath on his side, careful not to touch the blade, as sometimes some electricity was left over. He reached up and rubbed at the scorch mark using a lot of pressure. It was to no avail, and it didn't fade a bit.