Lorenzo Remei
The mall had plenty of things going on, plenty of capitalism fluttered in the air, that and food. But whatever tranquil life the people under its roof was blown apart with the door. A fiery comet had smashed into it and exploded it before crashing in the main hall. Was it a bird, was it a plane? No! It was a giant burning ship!
"H-hello? Is this thing working? *tap tap* AAH, OKAY! MUCH BETTER!! SALUTATIONS GENTLEMEN!!" A voice suddenly roared, and someone jumped out of the main deck. Phew, all that smoke made it kinda hard to see, and breathe, and live! Well, he wasn't actually alive but...
Aargh, all this thinking gave him a headache. A bad maneuver had him crash in here, and he honestly didn't know where he was. In situations like this, the first step is always to assert your dominance and be confident! Showing weakness would be unacceptable. Looking around like he totally wasn't lost and just crashed by accident, he assumed this was a market of sorts. Perfect! He could easily turn this around.
He wiped the dust off his third fancy coat and tipped the fourth hat he had stacked on his head. Jewels, bracelets, rings, he had it all covered! For you see, he had managed to acquire a large sum of money through a small loan with a bank! A generous sum of 10000 dollars for nothing more than his soul! Now if that wasn't a good deal, he didn't know what was.
To be fair, he felt kinda bad for cheating, having one of his familiars hidden in the fire of his hand so it would sign for him. Well, not really. It wasn't cheating if he didn't get caught, bwahahaha!
He had proceeded to spend it all down to the single coin on the most fabulous of garments and decorations which he proceeded to wear at once by stacking the on top of each other. That, and a large quantity of wine kegs! After all, how can one call himself a leader if he can't look like one, or party like one!?
He needed about 72 coats. Well he had already 3 of them, which meant 72 minus three, carry the one... aargh, he really was thinking too much! Who cares. If he wanted something, he'd take it! But of course, before that, he had just one problem to take care of.
Rent. He still hadn't paid it. If his landlady caught him late again, he'd be double dead. He felt a bit bad for the people there, but this was for his sake and well being. Incurring her wrath was the last thing he wanted, so he walked in the middle of the market, everyone around practically frozen in stupor.
He held out the strange thingamajing he had fetched from a crier in the street, some sort of magic device that enhanced your voice. People called it a megaphone.
"NOW, YOU MAY BE WONDERING, OH MY LORD, WHAT IS A BURNING SHIP DOING IN A MARKET! WHY IS A BURNING SKELETON YELLING OUT OF HIS LUNGS?!! WELL, IT IS ONLY SO I, LORENZO REMEI, CAN GATHER YOUR ATTENTION OF COURSE! DON'T WORRY, I'LL HAVE THE DOOR FIXED! NOW THEN, *AHEM* CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHERE THE JEWELRY SECTION IS!? BECAUSE IF I KNEW WHERE TO STEAL THEM FROM, THAT WOULD BE GREAT!"