Sitting with his Calico scarf doubling as a face wrap, Jackal examined the trades among the docks from a pile of empty cargo crates that we're due for collection from a local shipping company for re-use. Until that day, in this moment, they'd act as a pragmatic spot for observing the flow of traffic, in out of the docks, focusing specifically on the Second District faces trades. It'd become his obsession as of late, though the woman known as Mother and himself had never met, Jackal felt as if silently, they'd be playing a game of chess from the moment he'd stepped on Baltigo. Time was ticking for her, the twins she'd promised to the First District Kingpin was nowhere to be found, and Jackal had them stashed away on his ship, with the only lead being the broken 'Knight' that Jackal sent back to deliver the message. Though the face wrap covered the dog like traits of his temple, Jackal's tail was left to fly freely, as finding Minks on Baltigo wasn't an odd occurrence as it was on Sandy or Drum. Baltigo was a melting pot of races and cultures, Fishmen, Mink, Long-Armed to name a few, were the least of the races to be mentioned. However, like everywhere else in the world, the racism brewed over. For Mink's specifically, no one ever messed with them in fear of angering the mercenary Kingpin, Ursa.

Sitting across from his position on the crates, as his feet dangled over the crates edge, a Fishman who'd be about ten feet to his right, ignited his pipe as he'd examined the docks. Jackal actually had arrived finding the man sitting idle, steadily watching the flow of traffic as well but didn't really put much interest towards his existence until the smell of tobacco came overloading his nostrils. The charcoal like scent was so pungent, that the Mink could've almost tasted it's scent on his own palette. "Shishishi... You should ease up on the tobacco. This world is already filled with enough things wanting us dead... Less we die to our habits as well." Jackal declared, after his trademark chuckle, at times, the Mink just couldn't help it. It wasn't that he found anything funny particularly, it'd become an habitual utterance to him at this point.

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"Shishishi... That's an interesting creed to live by. Most Lesser Minks cling to their lives over morality-" Jackal responded, peering over to the stranger, his words frozen as he'd realise that the tobacco abuser was of the Fishman race. "Your braver hearted than most." Jackal concluded, nodding to himself in conclusion. "I feel the same way. Everyone's journey must come to an end eventually. Why not indulge in the things that make you happy." Jackal concluded. The Mink's keen eyes picked up on the disappearance of the smoke exhaust from the Fishman's pipe, and much like his Sixth Sense had been sharpened to respond, Jackal immediately noticed the long legged male that had entered into the area, sitting about twenty-feet from his position on the same stockpile of wooden crates, his focus seemingly consumed with neither himself or the Fishman but zeroed into something much far beyond their being. Not too far from him was another personage, around 5'10 with a coat of thin black fur covering his body, and what appeared to be a black cloak draped over his body. Most intriguingly, he had the air of a noble, the way the man stood, you could've tell their was a level of confidence the stranger carried within himself. "That's a nice parlour trick stranger." Jackal stated chuckling, peering over towards the seated Long Leg Tribesman, pinning the strange phenomena's occurrence on him, regardless of he'd own up to it or not, it wasn't a concern of the Mink.

His head, much like his attention would turn back to overlooking the docks, "The people of Baltigo all live to fulfil their habits too. Sex, Drugs, Murder and of course theft. It's a nation filled with selfishness and greed. Seems to be Lesser Mink's obsession by my observations, Shishishi..." Jackal stated, trailing off into a laugh. "That's fine too. That's how the Kingpin's maintain their hold... as long as they are desires, they'll be those to make a profit on providing the service." Jackal said. Extending his finger into the crowd, the Mink pointed out, a bunch of merchants who were cracking their whips against a slave's back, as the Marines notably with their proud naval caps on watched on the side-lines biting their teeth. "Justice is as convenient as is survival." Jackal concluded.

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"Who said anything about hiding? I like Calico scarfs." Jackal stated, his response itself was cheeky and a hint at his identity, though not many knew him by this alias as yet, even in the newspapers, he'd be reported as Bandit King, the marines not even truly knowing his name. "I'm no hero. As much as I understand the concept of evil for me to preach about right or wrong would be hypocritical." Jackal continued on, not brushing past the man's question about his identity but leaving his initial response open ending to divert from the issue of his being. "After all, I'm just a Bandit overlooking the town filled with demons." Jackal concluded smirking widely. "Hopefully... It isn't like that old saying, 'Those who stare into the abyss eventually become apart of it.'" Jackal slid in at the last moment. Turning his head towards a little bit behind Noctis direction, curiosity filled the Mink's with several questions for the Bat Mink. "Until recently, you would've been the last Mink it'd scene since Zou. How do you find this world on a whole?" Jackal inquired. Staring towards the sky, not really addressing anyone at this point, "At first... It was truly racist. Because of my skin and appearance, tons of humans made fun of me, others even threatened my life." Jackal said smirking the whole way as his nose poked out through the  head-wrap, his head staring diagonally at the skies.

"Eliminate all humans I thought." Jackal continued. "Then... Would you believe it? A Lesser Mink it'd known for less than a month sacrificed her life to save my own." Jackal stated. "Even on Zou... The division where someone from the Night Side would risk their life for a Morning Dweller would be impossible. It'd be akin to that." Jackal concluded. Jackal wanted to inquire about the man's abilities but at this point, he deemed that as extremely rude.

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"Shishishishi..." Jackal exclaimed breaking out into laughter. "That's a pretty egotistical way of viewing the world. Respect? They're Lesser Mink's who would shoot you dead in your path. In their eyes, we're not living beings. We're monsters." Jackal retorted, truly amused by the man's outlook. "I'm truly sorry however for bursting out in laughter, how rude of me. It's just I met another Mink recently, and I just couldn't help but thought, 'Ya'll are the exact opposites.' She has no self-esteem at all. Your confidence would make the moon seem small. You do have a nice fur, I will give you that much." Jackal concluded. This was the first time the two Minks had met, and it'd already seem as if destiny was setting them up on opposing sides. He, who views himself as the pedigree and he, who views himself as the survivor. "As for being popular back home, I was an outcast so even after leaving the island... Being enslaved on Zou... It was from one form of oppression to another." Jackal stated.

Turning his attention back towards the slavers, who we're beating the slaves bloody, almost leaving them unconscious from the blows. Removing his face mask, the Mink would tie the golden and black polkadot calico scarf around his neck, revealing his shiny golden fur coat that covered his dog like ears. Smirking devilishly, "I think this is where I'll take my leave. Not like I can save them and just come back here for a nice chat. As much as they have no connection to me, I'm just not the 'Watch the world burn type.' " Jackal stated, lunging off the wooden boxes to fall several feet. Releasing two quick charges consecutively, within moments Jackal had closed the distance between himself and the slavers. Once the distance had been closed, Jackal slapped his leg across the slavers face. With three quick movements, he'd break the chains with hands, minimising the explosive charges as he broke the shackles, one to conceal the true extent of his abilities and two, to avoid drawing too much attention.

After-all, with the speed Jackal had been moving at, the only people would've known he'd just descended from almost twenty-five meters away would've been his former buddies from the upper peer. "Don't just sit there... Get going!" Jackal shouted at the slaves. His words liberated them, sending them dashing down the dockside. The other slavers turned their attention towards the Mink, this time with their weapons drawn and itching for blood but their anger was quelled, as they'd realised who the Mink was, before Jackal dashed off again. "Y-Y-Y Your the Bandit King! You're the one whose been picking a fight with Mother from the Second! Stand down boys... This fucker has 300,000,000 Million on his head. Leave him be. It's only a matter of time before Mother leaves him dead and tossed in sea." the slaver shouted, his breathing increasing heavily at the Mink's presence. Shooting his glance towards his new acquaintances, Jackal turned, winking to the racial mismatch and shooting off through the crowd, being lost with the huddle crowd, due his petite figure.


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