Noah
The wind passed through Noah's elegant coat, causing the back to flow like a cape. Water crashed helplessly against the arc, forever helpless to be a mechanism for the mighty vessel's travel. Looking at the grand city, the entrepreneur could only see a similar role for the city.
While it had proven itself a far more diverse and unpredictable opponent, he had managed to acquire the wealth it took a short lifetime to acquire back home. Then again, the easiest step in retrospect was the acquisition of power. The true challenge came when opponents of equal strength faced him in the ring.
Coiled around his arm was a large cobra, his pet Nana. The snake woman seemed more preoccupied with the guests on board the vessel then the city itself. A jovial smile slowly crept onto his face as the man turned around and struck his cane into the ground. Men, women and monsters all occupied his ship, whether they be rich or poor. It didn't matter. When he was out for a joyride like this, any company was good company. If anything, looking at the different faces was a pleasure on its own.
Smooth jazz danced across the warm breeze, while men and women danced on the deck. The band seemed to be smiling just as much as the people on deck. Carried along the wind was the smell of fine wine, a sign of sophistication, all free. That alone triggered the pleasant whispers of the name Noah, if they would even remember the night. This was not a buissness party, but one stirred up for his own amusement. Pleasant atmosphere like this was something he could generate with word alone and indeed he needed it, for soon he would enact a strategy that could take this free time from him for good.
"Something is missing..." he mumbled. "I do not know what, but something is missing."
