Arrival the the city of Hargeon was easy, as a port centric place it made sense that most of their traffic could come from that. One of the few ways that Icebreaker felt comfortable traveling aside from her own two feet was that of a ship. She felt naturally at ease, perhaps from the fact that she was raised within the lofty culture of iceberg.

She could compare it to joya in a sense, where the culture had been built up and that it spoke to her every which way she went. It was in the air, happiness and content people that had scents litter the streets. Earning a sniffing from her; she couldn’t help but stoop to smell all the sweets or the meats. Both of which caught her attention one after another.

She didn’t have much of an issue finding a place that would serve her either. Being a tourist attraction of sorts people were used to seeing strange things… and a ten foot tall demi-human[god] covered in stark white fur and an abundance of magical traits ranging from a floating tell, her size, multiple ears and that permanent grin? She got quite a few turns of the head as she could easily hear people’s reaction to her appearance.

Responses to her appearance was funny to her, but she never did much other than just smile at folks. Her favorite fast food was kebabs and she had to admit that it went hand in hand with her razor sharp teeth. The clanking of her golden manacles would attract attention; given that they were gold it’s like she had chosen to wear these for one reason or another. The one around her throat designed to hide her scar that stole her voice.

The towering behemoth’s attire was the same as it ever was too, a casual button up shirt that barely contained her muscles. A Jacket to go over it of the same color with small golden buttons and a long set of pants held by one heck of a leathery belt… She was well dressed but it was all a facade. You could practically sense the bloodthirsty nature behind all of that.

Having to play charades to get a towering drink for someone as herself never ceased to make her chuckle and after a little bit she took to wandering the streets. Sipping at a tall bottle of liquor. She knew this place had wines, beers and mead. The latter of which was her favorite given her sweet-tooth.

Michael was just done doing some lil quest to get money. He was worried about his savings and had a debate what he should spend his big savings on? A home, a place where he can live and not pay for like an inn. Or should he go and get powerful through some modifying means. Both were huge choices. He still didnt have money for any option.

When it came to a house, he needed to choose which town to call home. Where would he settle down for good? He looked around Hargeon, taking in the appearance of the town to see if he would do so and choose this place as home. Truthfully he never felt anything for this town. This was the most he stayed at any town. But for Mary Jane, he was doing it. The girl was his first friend in a long time. A friend whom he felt he could be open to. A friend who wished well for him and not use him. While he does miss his old friends and saddens him that he does miss them. He does wonder were they genuine with him or not.

But as he was reminiscing and looking around Hargeon, trying to find an ounce of emotion for it. He couldnt help but notice a definitelly new figure. A 10 foot tall.... thing? He scratched his head as he stared at it. Not knowing what it is. Clearly wasnt human or elf or daemon or vampire or dwarf and certainly not a werewolf. He was bewildered and confused what he was looking at.

This would certainly be rude as he stared and... he didnt care as he was too entranced, confused and curious about this sight. He was very obviously staring at this person, so much so that he was not hiding. Just trying to decipher what is this newcomer here.
He was here for a while and never saw anyone like them. A normal person would probably politely ask. But...
Since when was Michael a normal person

Trotting through the streets taking in the sights was probably the most normal thing that one could do here and even with that she was attracting attention. She could feel eyes on her and she couldn’t shake the idea that she was.. Being followed in a sense? Maybe? Pausing she’d look around, deep blue eyes taking in the various faces. Not many were sparing her too much time given that they were probably busy with things.

Eventually however she found that she was being stared at by a fellow that she didn’t recognize. If she could sum up his appearance he looked the weathered type, the kind that looked like he had seen much of the world or that it had seen much of him. Some scarring and his outfit gave her the idea that he likely wasn’t from around here. Much like her.

Pausing in mid drink she’d cock her head to one side. Eyes searching his face and appearance for anything familiar. Lacking that she’d take a deep swig of the bottle before lumbering closer. Non-threatening and offer the guy the bottle; there was still at least half of it left over. If he was going to stare she was going to introduce herself by her choice of drink.

If he did drink from it, he’d find it likely much sweeter than what you’d expect from someone of her height. If he declined? No big deal to her and she’d just shrug at that. Getting up close to him she couldn’t help but note the skull tattoo which earned her a cock of the head once again.

He just realized that he was overtly obviously staring as he now found himself staring eye to eye at this creature thing. As the person cocked their head to one side, so did he. With a huge expression of confusion and wonder on his face.

To his mild surprise, something he should've expected was that the thing would approach him. At least it didnt look pissed. Which was a breath of mental relief. He noticed the thing offered him the bottle. He nodded, took it and took a swig of it. It was a bit sweeter than he'd expect, but still refreshing.
"Nice" he commented on the drink

He'd notice the stare at his tattoo "So.. you dont speak? What are you? Never really seen anything like you.... or do you even understand me?"
He figured he'd be the first to speak, although he did realize that since this was a non humanoid animal, he wondered if it could speak or even understand him.

She wasn’t really bothered so much by the staring as she figured that it was due to an extreme amount of curiosity. The confusion and wonder on his face certainly played into that and with her staring down at him she couldn’t help but note that… Well like most people here she was excessively bigger. She’d have to ‘thank’ her dad for her stature at some point or another. At his comment on the drink she’d give a little thumbs up.

At the mention of not speaking she’d nod her head briefly, though the second question was a little harder to pantomime. How do you explain to someone that you were born of the gods and your animalistic features were because your mother was a demi-human? Rubbing at her chin she’d consider briefly what she could do to explain herself. She didn’t anticipate him knowing sign or anything like that either, digging around in her pockets she’d yank out some fabric and a pen; glad that the ship master that she came here with was nice enough to give her a bit of each.

Mute. Demi-human for the most part. And yes I understand you. Do you know sign?

She’d hold up the fabric, it was written in fioran since well.. That’s where they were. If he didn’t speak or read fioran or didn’t know how to read at all she was kind of cooked. She had a few ideas of what she could do to indicate that yeah she could communicate. Some people weren’t even used to seeing demi-humans and he was one of them. Amusing to her at least!

She wasn’t about to go around and blatantly proclaim she was a demi-god; that was foolish unless someone could already figure that out on their own.

He watched as the creature took some items and decided to write. Upon seeing what was written. Michael immediatelly said "Aaaahhh" realizing that they're a mute, but also glad that they can understand him. Also the answer Demi Human. He never saw those or heard of them. He was def curious about this new species. Or quotations on the word 'new'.

Nevertheless he focused on what the demi human write and asked if he knew sign language.
"Oh right. I got this" he said and then moved his hands, but it wasnt sign language. But part of a choreographed dance.. Granted he didnt move in rhythm as if he was dancing, but like straight face, full serious convinced thats sign language. Forgetting briefly it was a macarena dance.
"Like that?" he asked. And then remembered something "Wait do I need to gesture as I talk to you? Is that how sign language works?"

So he definitely knew what being mute meant, however the following bit had her absolutely positively frozen and dumbfounded for all of a long moment. Before she started silently chuckling, it sounded more like she was breathing out through her teeth and nostrils. But the distinct lack of sound other than that was something earnestly that would be worrying. She’d shake her head at his next set of questions, he clearly didn’t know sign and that answer was by far one of the funniest genuine responses she had ever gotten. Using the next part of the fabric she’d show him.

Think writing but with just your hands as the symbols; they mean certain things when you make them in a connected line. That’s just a dance from a popular music group. You don’t need to gesture while you talk, you can just talk.

Her grin widened a little bit and she’d take a small drink of her liquor before offering the bottle again. This guy was hysterical; she had to know what his name was. But she was running out of space on her piece of fabric. It’d be the last thing that she’d probably be able to write without getting something new, though there was a good little bit left near the end where she could squeeze her name if he asked it...

What’s your name?

She might need to get herself a magical pen that could write in the air. That’d be super useful actually… She’d have to consider talking to an enchanter or maybe just… Well. Maybe she could figure out how to make something herself.

"oh" he merely said when he realized his manny errors. Well, at least he wouldnt need to gesture as he talks, then again he was sure his gestures would be dance moves like the one from before. Which by the way oops.

The fluffy demi human took another swig of their drink and then offered him. Which he took and drank. He then realized the demi human asked him his name. So he replied "Michael" and promptly asked back "Yours?"

While he knew the race of the person, he didnt know their name nor gender. He still mentally called the creature an It. Since its the most gender neutral for him. He wasnt a fan of they them, since that was more oriented towards a plural and not towards one person. So he was a proprieter of calling it an it. Not the nicest, yes. But again. He didnt care

The surprise of the other was palatable; rather knowing that they had made a mistake and realized it was also something she could tell. Reading people was sort of important and it didn’t cause her to shift her smile at all. Not that she really could. Her expression normally was full of mirth, that sort that reaches your eyes and lets folks know that it was okay. With them taking the drink again she was given the chance to write down her name, showing it to Michael.

Icebreaker.

It was definitely not a normal name and she wasn’t expecting him to know why she was named the way that she was. Her mother thought it was cute, her father gave it purpose. It was more of a title she felt than a name. She had a feeling she’d need to pick up some more liquor, something to write on and with… and probably food. Humans didn’t really handle their liquor to the same degree as she could.

She’d rub at her chin thoughtfully, occasionally taking a drink from the bottle, offering it to the other and if it neared being empty she’d likely end up leaving to get more. If he wanted to pad along with her… that was up to him.

"Icebreaker? Ok so..... male or female?" he asked with uncertainty as he didnt know honestly. He knew this was super rude to ask, but he didnt know. And he knew that calling It an It would be bad, especially if he verbalized it

By the way he asked "So what brings you here? What are you doing. You're new obviously"
Michael wasnt good with conversations, despite meeting quite a few people recently. You cant just magically stop being anti social and awkward. It doesnt change over night and certainly not in a month. Especially if you're not actively working to change that personality quirk. Michael has only actively worked on getting faster and stronger and better in his physical or musical capabilities. He hasnt really been working on improving mentally. He's still the same mess despite meeting a plethora of new people. And he's still very direct with them. Unless its children. Because aparently he's pretty chill with toddlers. Maybe because they're innocent in this corrupt world. Yeah, he seems to treasure innocence in people. Perhaps why he is fond of Mary Jane and why he's staying here for a prolonged time in the first place

Her name was probably something that didn’t make sense to many, so with his tone taking on a light uncertainty the ‘demi-human’ could almost not contain her mirth when he asked his next question. Male or female? She didn’t really seem to follow what you’d normally assume a female of any kind went by right? Grinning ear to ear she’d show her answer to him after a moment.

Female.

She didn’t seem bothered by it, if anything more amused. The next question that he asked was a little closer to what you’d consider ‘home’. What was she doing and what brought her here? Her newness was obvious to everyone. The icebergian rubbed at her chin and then wrote down what she felt like sharing.

Traveling, seeing sights. Looking for a few things really. Been a long time since I left iceberg. What about you?

She’d cock her head to one side; figuring that it was only right to ask him the same questions. Given she wasn’t sure if he lived here or if he was just passing through. He didn’t seem to be from around here but then again that wasn’t exactly something you could judge given how flexible most cities seemed to be.

"Aaah" he said as he realized what Icebreaker was. Still he was surprised that she found that amusing. Well at least she was having fun at the expense of his confusion. But yeah, maybe its good. At least shes having fun. Anywho he moved onto the next question which was less objectifying in his opnion.

The answer was typical for a tourist. Seeing sights and stuff. He nodded. Though he saw the expected reply as well. Asking him the same. Usually he'd say work and stuff. But to be honest if he was here just to quest and get money, he'd probably would've left Hargeon weeks ago. He never stayed in a town for a month, not in a long time. As he thought about his answer and thinking through everything he went through. He came to one conclusion
"I'm... protecting someone near and dear to me. Though... they dont quite know that."
Mary Jane thinks he's just your casual friend and such. But he does see himself as her guardian. As he does see her as a special friend. Is it love? Maybe, but platonic in his mind. He never felt lustful with her, though he did have his degenerate moments in his mind

Maybe it wasn’t exactly obvious due to her build or size, but it was still amusing to her. She didn’t really care too much about gender, eventually you live long enough to find that time spent with anyone you care for is precious. While she never found it outside of her family she figured that many would.

Her enjoyment of the sights so far was easy to see, even while standing still she was eagerly looking about. Her grin practically splitting her face in half. She was keen on staying around for a while she was not really in a hurry! The woman adjusted slightly and flicked an ear.

So he was protecting someone dear to him, though that person didn’t know that they were dear to him? Sounded like he was smitten to her and she’d cock her head to one side. She was curious about that but maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea to push for that.

Well they’re lucky to have you protecting them if that’s the case.

She could generally read people quite well and she wasn’t getting any red flags from the man in front of her. Maybe it was because they shared a drink so casually or something; or maybe it was something entirely different. She’d ponder after a moment and nod her head.

So we’re both on different ‘quests’ as it were huh?

It was hard not to find that endearing; she wanted to wish him the best in that regard but finding the right words that didn’t make it weird was also really hard sometimes. Gods above how did you use correct terms for something like this?

He looked at her reply. And shrugged "I guess you can say lucky. I dunno is anyone lucky to be with me. Tho I appreciate her being a good influence on me, I guess...." again he was uncertain about it. He knew she was a good influence on him and he accepted that. It was far better than his past where he felt he was on a road to evil and ultimately death

He noticed the Icebreaker wrote something else and Michael nodded "I guess so. I never thought of putting it like that"
For a moment, he wondered if he was going soft. He did see MJ as a near and dear friend and loved her in a more platonic way. Sure he had some naughty ideas and urges here and there but no lust. He did wonder if someone like that was good for him. She was far different than anything he usually went for. Usually he went for the sex bombs, femme fatales. Its not to say MJ wasnt a beauty. She sure was. She'd make him drool. But her personality seperated her from the rest. There was an inherent goodness in her