It didn't take long for Soul to reach the downtown district of the infamous Death City. As it was approaching dusk, the hustle and bustle of the citizens were at an all time high. Starting in the dead center of the district, the weapon did his best to recall the times that the bakery was mentioned during earlier conversations among Maka and Tsubaki. His thinking turning up bust, Soul did the next best thing and figured out to simply ask someone about the bakery. He scanned the park-like area he was stationed in, but aside from the passerby's, there was not anyone that looked to know the information that he needed. Closing his eyes, a frown grew on his face and he tried to think of what next to do. The downtown district was particularly large and wandering around aimlessly would lead to nothing getting done. He also couldn't use 'soul detect'; that whole schtick belonged to Maka. Feeling his anger getting the best of him, Soul chose to sit down on a nearby bench and cool his head.
"Man, I shoulda at least brought Black* along with me. With him running around we coulda found the place in five minutes flat." he mused as the picture of his hyperactive friend running around like an idiot played in his mind. Of course the ninja would have been running around in the first place because he most likely forgot where the damned bakery was. Okay maybe that wouldn't have been the best of idea, but it was better than the weapon's current situation. 'Hm, maybe Death the Kid could help out. He knows Death City like the palm of his over reactive hand.' Finding himself about to leave, a man suddenly sat down on a nearby bench. Soul gave a glance at his direction and he looked to be a bit strange. The man wore a plain black suit with matching tie, his head was shaven and he sported a pair of rather large glasses that obscured his eyes. If anything, the old man reminded him of Oxford down to a 't'. Turning away from the strange fellow, Soul heard someone calling out for a young man.
"Excuse me but you seem to be a little lost." Soul looked at the man who seemed to have bit of a calm 'air' to him, someone who could be described as cool and collected. This unnerved Soul a bit. While he knew better than to speak to those that would cause such a reaction within himself, something told Soul that this man might be the answer to his most pressing problem.
"Yeah... I'm looking for this bakery my friend told me about. I need to pick up a few things from there but I lost the directions." lied Soul. He could talk and listen to this older man, but it didn't mean that he would trust him with his real goal. The old man seemed to be in thought when he remained quiet for a few moments. His low voice speaking up, Soul listened to what he had to say,
"Ah, I've heard many things about that particular eatery as of late. I can assume it is quite popular as well. If you follow that street down two blocks, make a left and head down another block, you'll find it right on the right." A bit wary of the instruction, Soul thanked the old man and did as he said. If anything did happen, he was a weapon so he would be able to take care of himself, albeit not as well as if he was with his meister. 'What a weird coot. Though I've met weirder sad as it is to admit.' thought Soul, leaving the park. Ten minutes later, he found that the directions were indeed true and stood at the entrance to the bakery.
'Gingerbread House huh? Alright time to get to business.' The silver haired youth entered, signified by the ringing of a bell. Looking around, it seemed to be rather quaint with few customers here and there. It was to be expected as the sun was setting and bakeries usually operated best in the morning. At the counter, there was someone with a rather annoyed expression on their face; their head propped up with a hand, and their eyes nearly shut. Soul could only assume that this was the owner. Getting a closer look, her long black hair was the first to be noticed by him. It was styled in such a way that a frontal fringe covered her forehead and it was straight as straight could be. The second was her rather fair skin, which appeared to be almost doll-like.
'The Hell? Is this girl really the owner?' With a youthful appearance, to claim to be an owner of a store such as this would be to claim something ridiculous. Nonetheless, he needed some answers. He knocked loudly on the glass counter in an attempt to wake up the sleeping the sleeping woman. It took a few more angry knocks, but sure enough, the other one awoke.
"Huh, wha-, oh a customer. What do you want?" she said in an uncouth manner as this woman rose from her slouched position. Her face was rather thin and her blue eyes focused on the youth in front of her. For a few second, Soul found himself speechless at the sight of the owner due to how 'pretty' she was. The feeling quickly subsided as the youth knew that gawking at girls wasn't 'cool.'
"My friend talked to me about this place a few times now and I thought I'd check it out. I hear you've recently opened up shop here." This woman eyed Soul up and down, it seemed that she found him a bit suspicious.
"Yeah that's right. I needed to get out of my old run down town because the people there were downright wet-blankets if you catch my drift. I'm guessing you friend is a girl?" An innocent question, this was actually structured to steer the conversation in an unrelated direction. As Soul as attentive as he was 'cool' he easily caught on. The weapon decided to play her little 'game.'
"Yeah, she won't shut up about this place so I decided to surprise her with a little something. Where did you say you came from again?"
"I didn't." Soul feigned signs of surprise and quickly thought up a retort. "Oh my bad, I guess I misheard you." Once again she found her eyes furrowing due to his words. What was his deal?
"Its Salem. Salem, Massachusetts."
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