Beneath the growing rays of the early morning sunshine was Searcy Behold’s skeletal figure, leaning against an outlandish tree growing to the side of the street in a sideways slouch position. With one hand in his pocket and the other grasping a small cup of coffee, the purple pupils inside his eye sockets browsed the passing faces. Although the skeleton was standing up already, his face was nothing like an awake being- he was heavy eyed and had that un-amused, languid look on him. You could imagine the delight he was walking into the cafe earlier and grabbing himself his beverage, didn’t speak to anyone. Poor kid serving up front had to guess by a single point to the menu. Anyways, as Searcy took a swig of caffeine, and a couple more, he began to collect consciousness, or life in his eyes. His features began moving, as if he didn’t have the head to do it before, and his brow followed his gaze in a rise and fall motion. When the buzz of the Sumenoto streets began growing to regular business, and a sip for some coffee made him realize he had finished it already, Searcy decided it was time to get out of his drabs and into something a little more high-toned. He heaved his weight off of the tree trunk and swiped off the chunks of bark and bugs that clung onto the threads of his green sweater, swinging around only to get decked by some dimwit’s big head that was conveniently running right for him at the time. The skeleton made a yelp as his spine was flung against the tree trunk to add a little more pain to deal with, and whoever he hit made a sound in the same matter but nailed their rear end into the stone ground. There was a moment where the two had time to plunder in one aching back, one sore ass, and two throbbing foreheads. The skeleton stepped away from the wretched tree with a hand grasping his forehead tightly, and suddenly made sense of the girl that had caused this mess.
“What the f-“
“Searcy! ...Behold, I, heheh...” The girl blurted before he could say anything more, raising herself from the ground with a hand on her fore-head as well. The skeleton stared in disbelief, his eyebrow raising intensely, and she couldn’t keep her eyes on his. She wasn’t the prettiest thing on the block, with her skin painted in a sickly pale green hue, hair falling over her shoulders like rope, and her large eyes sat on her two cheekbones that jut out of her face.
“Sorry! Sir, I didn’t think you’d... turn around at that very moment-“
“How in God’s name do you know me?” Searcy pried irately when she had spoken as Searcy began to say something. She laughed into her shoulder awkwardly, and the skeleton began to believe some prick sent this as a joke.
“Well, when somebody says “A skeleton with purple eyes and weird bone tattoos”, it’s hard to find somebody else who fits that description.” She said, and Searcy cocked his head back defiantly. He had a “whoever sent you here made a bad mistake” look on himself, until the pale green girl stuffed a piece of paper into his chest and scrambled off. Searcy juggled to get a grip when the flyer nearly slipped away, and stared down the street at the girl with an agape jaw and utterly wrecked paper. He drew his eyes downwards when he could no longer see her, and fitfully peeled open the crinkled sheet.
Dear Citizen,
Within the magical energies that our islands lay, is classifications for each person. By our records, you have not registered your class with your council. Please come to the Capital Castle to register your class and thus be an attributing member of our islands.
Thank you,
Island Council
Searcy’s face dropped into his palm, his head shaking.
“Goddamn Island Council sent a courier that couldn't even keep eye contact with a kid.” He mumbled through his hand, ginger laughter in his voice.
“Sir, stop right there! You little- Get back here and complete your work!” Came the voice of the man that had been “helping” Searcy register his class, with enough angry shrillness to split the air in the Capital Castle. The skeleton was trudging for the exit, but his head snapped into his shoulders irritably when this man didn’t let him go.
“Piss off already!” Searcy swung around to meet and equal his anger. “I already told you, I’m an Enchanter, and I don’t need to fill out your paperwork bullshit!” The skeleton snapped around immediately and continued in pursuit of the exit. He was reaching for the door until Searcy's eyes shot open when the collar of his white shirt was grasped and wrenched backwards, catching his air and making his foot swing out unsteadily. The skeleton braced himself while his collar was still clenched in the man’s grasp, his face painting fury. He made a silence swallow the whole room, and Searcy could feel the fingers beginning to loosen. The skeleton turned around slowly, watching as the worker boy’s eyes stretched wider then two moons. Their eyes bore into each other’s for a moment, until Searcy clutched his pretty bow tie and jerked him into his face.
“That’s right, you don’t touch my suit, milksop. Now be a good white collar and register my class. You should know nobody likes bad service.” Searcy hissed above the man’s face, shoving him back and letting his tie free from his hand. He couldn’t suppress the smirk that frosted his lips from the man’s piteous reaction, and Searcy swung himself around on one foot too glide out the doorway with satisfaction. Chuckling made his shoulders juggle as he walked down the steps, and a grin hoisted his cheeks. He puffed up his collar and swiped his vest proudly. I hope I get helped by him again next time I enter the Capital. Searcy thought, heading for God knows where next.