Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20170830231651

"I want to see him get out of this mood too. Like I said, I got 20-and-change years to make something out of my life, he's got 60 assuming niether of us die. If he's gonna throw it all away like that..." Ingraham started turning into a parking garage close to one of the older shopping centers along the Eagalis Harbor Area.

"Ingraham, I think we've threatened enough of our friends for one day." Fritz interjected.

"Fair enough. Welp, here we are. Augustine Trading Center; best food court this side of town." Ingraham introduced as he parked the car and stepped out.

Augustine Trading Center, or ATC as many people called it was indeed one of the first portside trade buildings when Eaglis started as a small harbor town as shown by all the patching done around the garage and even some of the stairwells.

Upstairs, everyone was greeted with an old, somewhat decrepit warehouse like area that was abuzz with food stands, small shops, and even a few street performers. In the distance, much nicer and more modern hallways and shops could barely be seen. As the ATC started to expand, the locals didn't see much reason to tear down the old building (whoever built it had done so correctly) and many of them were quite fond of it. So they built around it, knocking down maybe the end walls to connect to the rest of the mall area. Anachronistic, but that seemed to be the theme of Eagalis.

"Welp, take your pick friends. If there's anything you want, there's probably a vendor here who sells it." Ingraham said as he got in line for an Atlesian Deli that was right next to the stairwell. Across from said deli was a Vale-style pizzeria, a Mistralin Sushi Bar, and an Ibaalin firepit.

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Kurai was greeted with one of the security staff, a porcupine faunus who stood at about his height with olive skin and spines sticking out of her hair. Unlike the last few guards who had full sets of dark scaly-textured armor, she only had boots, thigh armor, and elbow pads. She wore a beige jacket that hinted at having a low-profile vest underneath and her nametag read "S. Navarro." On her back was a pneumatic shotgun with yellow shells strapped across her thighs that Kurai would recognize from his Destral days as taser-style ammunition, though naturally not the exact same as what his men would have used.

"Hey, what's going on?" she asked with a smile.