Prologue:
This is a story about a journey. My journey. My journey in order to find answers about a mystery to me. Yes, yes, I'm sure you've all heard these kinds of stories. You know, the ones where it's a person who doesn't know their past but goes in search to find it. Yeah, it's one of those kinds of stories. But I'm not in search of a past. I'm in search of a mark and it's meaning.
My name is Eleia Alexine. I'm what you would call a bad seed in this world's soil. This planet has dubbed me a 'problematic humanoid', so you know there's a bounty on my head. No, nothing major but there is a warrant for my arrest. Though I don't see why, it's not like I've ever done anything so incredibly horrible, but here I am. I'm not a serious criminal, sure I've killed a few people but I'll never live up to the man clad in the red coat. You know who I mean, don't you? The Humanoid Typhoon, the man claimed a natural disaster, come on, you know you've heard of him. Yes, I mean Vash the Stampede.
But enough rambling about my semi-nonexistent criminal record. This is a story about a journey to find out what a mark means. And when I say mark I mean like a tattoo and other such things like that. I won't be telling this story though.
No, it won't be from my point of view. If it was then you wouldn't get the whole story. You'd see what I saw and trust me; I didn't see a lot of things. So please, sit back and enjoy this little tale.
See ya at the end, cowboy.
This is a story about a journey. My journey. My journey in order to find answers about a mystery to me. Yes, yes, I'm sure you've all heard these kinds of stories. You know, the ones where it's a person who doesn't know their past but goes in search to find it. Yeah, it's one of those kinds of stories. But I'm not in search of a past. I'm in search of a mark and it's meaning.
My name is Eleia Alexine. I'm what you would call a bad seed in this world's soil. This planet has dubbed me a 'problematic humanoid', so you know there's a bounty on my head. No, nothing major but there is a warrant for my arrest. Though I don't see why, it's not like I've ever done anything so incredibly horrible, but here I am. I'm not a serious criminal, sure I've killed a few people but I'll never live up to the man clad in the red coat. You know who I mean, don't you? The Humanoid Typhoon, the man claimed a natural disaster, come on, you know you've heard of him. Yes, I mean Vash the Stampede.
But enough rambling about my semi-nonexistent criminal record. This is a story about a journey to find out what a mark means. And when I say mark I mean like a tattoo and other such things like that. I won't be telling this story though.
No, it won't be from my point of view. If it was then you wouldn't get the whole story. You'd see what I saw and trust me; I didn't see a lot of things. So please, sit back and enjoy this little tale.
See ya at the end, cowboy.