"Well Looky there…." A Man with slicked back black and brown hair in a longer on top faded sides spoke to himself. A long toothpick in his mouth as his thin brow squinted one eye shut, eye coming up to a view finder of a wood and metal camera.
He had a slim face, thin facial hair across his chin and just above his lip. Wearing a blue and white baggy shirt with pale blue shirt he wore an orangish brown leather jacket on his shoulders. Beneath which were leather suspenders that held a belt of utilities on his hips, camera lenses, film, and other sorts.
His pants where a pair of shorts with another pair of skin tight pants underneath as his sneakers were left un-tied.
Premiere
Gregor Walker
'The Watcher'
Bounty: 578,000,000
Walker was currently looking through the viewfinder of his camera down to the street of Stand 33. Quickly he began to take pictures from the high vantage point of one of the smaller Desamare Trees.
Before him on the street was a sight to behold indeed…
"Keep going damnit! Don't slow down!" A man in the most opulent clothes one could imagine snarled at a boy on the ground. A fishman. Short at about 3 or 4 feet tall. Bristle Mouth in species, his hair dark blue and skin medium green. He had a giller on his mouth restricting his breathing to only be able to do as told
The man on the other hand, was tall, about 6'2, and had Blonde hair done to the side in a strange combover
His Clothing was White with blue trimming, gold embroidering all throughout the long Caftan under his Brodare coat. Under that was an expert silken shirt and waistcoat in the same design as the rest of the outfit. Finally one thing remained. A long silk cape with Fur on the collar that was made from Mink Fur. Mink, the Race.
All of his clothes were covered in jewels, gold, metals, all across the entire thing that made them dazzle in the light above them. Their cape was so long that four people held it up as they walked. They wore decorative and certainly finely crafted clothes, but they were nothing compared to the mans. Vests with easy button ups, and button trousers that had boots on. Around their necks were Collars.
"Phew!" The Watcher Whistled as he looked away from his view finder. "Explosive collars eh? Those would be a pain in the ass for anyone that was hoping to get to those slaves…" Gregor didn't believe that the Dragons were gods in the same regard as those that were currently kneeling, both out of reverence and fear
He figured they were just rich people that he could get pictures of and sell to who ever he wanted. Maybe Sinclair for some scandalous pictures that would make the people fear the Dragons, Maybe Sell the Pics to those Zealous Tabloids to make people think they were righteous. Or maybe he'd self publish. He was known to do that. Just post the pictures in his Irregular Journal called 'Watcher Insider' and see how people reacted to it.
Plenty believed they were gods. Other Kings. Then some just out right respected them as leaders, and other out of fear. And some like the militia believed they were nothing but false profits and 'The Elite that are the Enemy to The people in their ivory towers'. Many of whom would label them as 'Collectivist' as much as they would 'Terrorist'.
"Momma! Momma!" The child Fishman suddenly got to his feet and began to run from the Dragon, skidding through the dirt from where the carpet that the Slaves were putting in front of the Three dragons. The Blonde one was on his feet, while a man with grey hair and dressed similarly to the Blonde but with more blue in his outfit. As well he wore a close fitted metal helmet around his head that was a glass dome around the front that exposed the long bushy beard he wore. An Acordian style neck piece sealed him in. A state of the art filter filtering the air around to be 99% pure air
"Leave it Archibald!" The woman behind who wore a much larger helmet to accommodate her luscious blonde brown. She was younger than the old wrinkled man next to her but older that Archibald. Her face was slim and devoid of fat and with large lush (Artificial) lips. She had a lace mask over her face that covered her nose and eyes, while her hair was doesnt up into a beehive style.
"That dirty Brinebreathed Leatherback isn't going anywhere!" He said as he pulled out a remote device, a simple gold cylinder that had a dial on top with a brite red transparent glowing button in the middle. With a quick twist of the dial to a number, he clicked the button!
KA-THA BOOM
The Collar Exploded as the Fishman child attempted to plead with one of the people on the ground to help him. But the explosion caught him and the three civilians in the process! Leaving a chared upper torso of the child that was blackened. The neck and space between the clavicle and shoulders utterly gone and exposing the white rib below.
As for the other three, their backs were brunette and exposed down to the bone
"Ugh…I don't know how you can be down hear without a Helmet Archibald." Spoke the old man waving his hand in front of his face to waft away the smell
"My presence alone as a holy entity purifies the air which I breath. I'm doing all these commoners a favor with my presence. They should thank me!" He said loudly causing all of them to begin chanting "Thank you!"
"What a load of horse shit…" Walker said as he captured a few more pictures and flicked away the toothpick with a spit
"Ah…You know how to try patience boy." The older dragon spoke "At least we're on Sabaody. So you can just buy a new one." Just as the grey man said that Archibald plucked a poster that spoke of a 'Auction' with a list of 'Wares'.
"I know exactly where to get one. Let's hope they have another little boy."