Cause Sucal lives here.

It was a wonderful day. Everything was going smoothly within Sydney, no one was really out of place, nothing was breaking down. There wasn't a war going on, it was just peaceful for once. Tourists were just enjoying the way that the city was built, others were going about their daily lives, and another was relaxing altogether. it was a nice day to sit upon a park bench, and do nothing but relax. The wind being nice and cool due to the sea side, and the atmosphere just being at peace. It was quite rare for this person to see nothing but peace within their lifetime, as their lifetime seemed to be eternal. Their thoughts going from the past to the present as they sat there and people watched. Everyone being amusing in their own right, they had no real reason to complain.

Feeling down towards their stomach, they sighed slightly, as they felt the mask upon their head in a state of disarray. It still was not recovered after all this time... perhaps it would be an eternity till their mask would recover, and take shape. Sadly though the most bothersome part about their thoughts was on their sword. As they actually liked their hair showing more, they disliked their sword being broken for the sheer fact that it was quite a fun weapon to use against others. Oh well all of this couldn't be helped, so they would just sit there relaxing, awaiting nothing, and drifting as they often did. The world sure does change when you leave it every few years, and it was always a plus to explore it again. So thus was todays purpose... well if they didn't get side tracked with hanging out on a bench spying on others.