A blue and black motorcycle was slowly moved to a stop not to far from a shop on the edge of a small town in Menagerie. The owner flipped a few switches and the engine to the vehicle died, the heat still radiating from the joy ride he had just been on. Every morning at dawn he'd take his motorcycle out for a ride as far away from other faunus as he could get, so to not disturb anything but the animals that he crossed while out.
Moving one leg over the back of the motorcycle he stretched his body, feeling the pops of his back as he did so. Blood ran through his body creating a sensation that almost met the sensation of being on his motorcycle, but only almost. Taking in a few more deep breaths he removed the helmet from his head, blue hair falling down by his face and neck.
A smile spread across his pale face as he let the helmet hang on one of the handles, running his right hand through his hair, giving him that rough look he always carried.
Finally opening his blue eyes he looked at the main street of the town, watching the people who called the small place their home begin their mornings and early errands. Thanks to his home with the White Fang he didn't have to worry about such things, as a matter of fact the people of Menagerie who recognized him would give him nearly whatever he wanted. He didn't take advantage of this of course, only taking what was offered to him. There were members of the White Fang who would take advantage of this, but not he, the people he fought for had suffered enough.
"Mr. Celadon!" Cyan eyes lit up as he heard his name being called, searching for the source of the voice. He felt a little tug on his coat and looked down to see a little girl smiling up at him, he happily returned the smile and ruffled her hair with a hand of his own. There was a good chance that he had met her once before, but he would have moments like this daily and tended to forget who was who after becoming more used to all the attention.
He squat down by the girl to meet her eyes, she was so excited that she might of actually fainted. "Hi there, seems like you're having a good morning." Cyan spoke with a cheerful tone, something Ilia would likely give him a hard time for if she saw him doing so. Being cheerful just wasn't something he was most of the time, however happy children were something like no other.
"Yes yes of course. Me and mother were out to get some things and I saw one of my heroes… you're my favorite hero Cyan!" She quickly wrapped her arms around Cyan's neck, hugging him. This was bizarre to him really, seeing such happiness from a kid. Whenever Cyan was young he would usually stick to himself out of fear of discrimination, here this girl could act like your average little girl without a care in the world. Sure, was this a lie? Maybe. But her happiness wasn't a lie and that alone brought a smile to hie face.
He patted her back, chuckling at her actions. "Well thank you young one, your wo-" Cyan was took off guard by the sound of his scroll, he had received a text of some kind. He looked down in his jacket after releasing the hug with the girl than back up at the girl. "I've got to attend to my hero tasks of the day, how about getting back to your mother before she begins to worry?"
The little girl nodded too giddy to really make any of what she said sound clear, then took off back to who Cyan assumed was her mother. "He's so nice momma!"
The mother smiled down at the girl and took her hand leading her back down the path, "I'm sure he is." He watched them walk away while he wore a kind smile, happy to see the work he did paying off for someone. His scroll made that sound again notifying him of another text.
Pulling out the scroll Cyan went straight to the texts, standing again as he did so. Both were from Ilia. 'Don't forget that we're supposed to meet up today.' Then the next one read, 'Let me guess, still on your motorcycle.' Just as he went to type a response to the first message she sent him another, 'Oh, I have some interesting information to provide you with too.'. He really wasn't sure how he should take that last message, what kind of information was she talking about?
Returning her messages Cyan put, 'Don't worry, I'll be there. And I'm looking forward to hearing about this information.'. He quickly closed his scroll, tucking the object away into his coat. Now for the reason that he had a actually came here for… food.
There were several small towns on Menagerie outside of what some called the kingdom and Cyan had chosen to stop at this one specifically for the food shops the town had. He had a pretty big appetite and for him to fill fulfilled Cyan had to eat a ton of food, something that wasn't easy on an island like Menagerie. Walking down the street he stopped in front of his favorite restaurant, all the place served was ramen but ramen was his favorite food on all of Remnant so that would do.
"Cyan! Get in here and down some ramen!" The chef yelled from inside the restaurant, he knew the chef fairly well having stopped here many times to eat. Wearing that kind smile of his he walked through the always open door and sat on a stool at the front of the restaurant, clapping his hands down onto the counter.
"I think I'll just have what I usually have." He had been a fan of ramen for as long as he could remember, having come to this restaurant ever since his own teacher brought him here.
The chef nodded as a drunken fool fell down onto the stool next to Cyan, dropping a large sword like weapon next to his seat. The alcohol could be smelled without even trying, Cyan was sure he could even taste that awful stinch. "I'll haave whatevvver heee's having." The chef nodded again a little worried about the man.
Cyan studied the drunk, he seemed familiar and from a first glance he also seemed to be human. A human in Menagerie? That was definitely odd. And that weapon on the floor behind him, that wasn't an average weapon… a Huntsman? He decided to keep quiet, hoping not to be bothered by the man.
"You…" The man poked Cyan's left cheek with a bent finger, "You look… aren't you that Celadon guy?"
Cyan took a deep breath and turned his face to the drunk, the man's finger was still in his cheek. "I am, and who are you?"
The man chuckled slightly, pulling out a flask and taking a swig from it. "A drunken man, isn't that much obvious?" His head was tilted as he smiled at Cyan, who just looked at him with a plain face. A human acting like that here in Menagerie… he had to be a well trained Huntsman.
"Yes, it is." The chef returned placing three bowls down by Cyan than three more down by the man. The ramen looked delicious like usual, the steam making its way up to Cyan's nostrils. "Hmmm. It was nice seeing you "Drunken Man", but this food is calling my attention." He popped the chopsticks apart and began his second adventure of the day.
Cyan Celadon. What kind of story does he have in the world of Remnant? That's a great question and one that will be a fun one to tell.
