Howard
```A flee from maniac minds, meet within opposite hearts```

**Money and time, two valuable things.**

Right at the center of Celestia, a public market was always there. The same people, the same trades, everything was somehow so... Simple. The people liked it simple! Who wouldn't be happy with a traditional and calm life everyday, no worries to keep your mind filled with?
At the bright lights where everyone shined, no drama happened. It was the perfect day.

*But only for a while.*

At one of the extreme corners of the market, a man seemed to be seeking to trade valuable gems and gold for a simple prize: knowledge. Unspeakable knowledge that only ancient philosophers could have, nothing written on stone or paper.

A young gentleman, with way fancier clothes than the man, decided to agree on the deal. He whispered in his ear the very believable facts and truths of the world, the ones that... Most people knew.

Ten words.
Just ten words after we're said.
**"...I told you the facts. See you later, someday maybe!"**

The boy took the bag and began to walk away casually, until the man shouted,
"IT'S A ROBBER! GIVE ME BACK MY SHIT!"

...In reality, the gentleman wasn't a robber. He just found a plot hole in his offer and took it with greatness!
That didn't stop the man from pulling out a sword and chase him though!

The boy panicked once he saw he was being chased, but it brought him somewhat a chuckle. Euphoria of life. Of being alive.
He tried his best to dodge the man, now in absolute craziness for the bag. Jumping over barrels and rolling under tents, people pinned their eyes on the vested man, who was clearly enjoying this.

He lost the man of sight, but he was still nearby. He was in need of shelter, of somewhere to hide on the meanwhile?
Who could even help him? To where would he go?
It was up to destiny to choose it for him.
Helen
A normal day, same as always. It grew.. Boring. Silas had been exploring the market - looking for something. Unsure of what exactly however. His plans for the day were to shop then go see one of the few friend's he had. He hadn't yet been contacted about his next preformance, which was the worst part of being a dancer.. Having to wait for a call and needing to find something else to inhabit his time. Even if it was something as simple as clothes shopping or visiting the local fans he had. 

Shopping didn't take too long and the well-known dancer was on his way back from the markets - shouting in the distance wasn't all too common however it wasn't his issue to deal with. He stopped in his tracks - taking in a deep breath of fresh air. The world felt calm, relaxing, peaceful and quiet. Surprising since Celestia was known to be rather loud.. Was he tuning all of it out or was it really peceful? 

Suddenly he felt someone bump him from behind - causing the normally balenced man to trip and fall. He turned to settle his cold gaze upon the shorter male. His blue hair caught his attention but also the way the other dressed. It was neat, strange for a man who had been running from who knows what. It wasn't until he saw the man with a sword behind the stranger. "God damn it-" He grumbled - quickly sitting up and leaving himself there. He pulled the blue-haired one into a nearby dark alley way - his body pinned the other's to the brick wall of one of the buildings. His hand covered the stranger's mouth. "Hush - If you don't want to be caught."
Esther
Just his luck... To stop midway. By bumping onto someone. What is this, a cliché theater presentation?

Nicola held his head, having a small ring on his ears from the impact. A few coins fell from the bag as he stumbled back, groaning.
"Argh fuck... I'm so sorry Sir, I—"

He couldn't even process who it was or what was happening, he felt his arm getting pulled, being dragged away involuntarily to the alley. In a few blinks of an eye, the cold wall touched his back. Noticing the hand of someone else over his lips, he then looked up...
*Oh.*

Nico... What did you get yourself into.
Hearing the taller man's words, he only could nod in agreement. It seemed he was dreaming... Hallucinating of that exact moment. It felt odd. He was never submitted into a situation like this — usually, he ran away! But a stranger was helping him? That's new.

His eyes locked on the redhead, trying to control his breathing. Who was this man after all?
Helen
Silas waited until he heard the shouting get closer - someone poke at his bags then people walking away. He grumbled to himself and pushed off of the wall and made his way back onto the street to grab his stuff. Acting as if the moment never happened. "You're welcome." He spoke, although cold and harsh. "Be careful next time. Could've been killed. I should've let you, it was your fate. Not mine." 

The red head paused once he finished picking up his own bags to turn his gaze towards the stranger. Now that they were out in the open it was easier to recognize the ballet dancer. Silas Verne. His smaller, frail build and his flowy yet tight outfit. He didn't really have much else to say however he couldn't help the fact that he was curious about what had happened and what cuased such a scene. He awaited a response and hopefully some further intel about what exactly happened.
Esther
He simply remained still until he was off the wall. That was... A very specific moment for Nicola. 
Once he saw the man grab his things and avert his focus on the blue haired, he immediately began to panic.

"I- I'm so sorry about that! I was running from that crazy ass guy and bumped onto you, I wasn't watching where I was heading!"
He scratched the back of his neck, starting to sweat. Nico felt Silas' eyes pierce his soul, exhaling carefully.

"He gave me a bad deal for a good value, I had to do it! Again, I'm so sorry for this all, you're a literal angel for saving me from that... Uhm— You're... That ballet dancer, yeah?"
Nico wasn't much aware of the well-spoken people in the towns, he was kept inside a family circle for way too long.
Helen
The yapping was.. A bit much. He's starting to think he should've just walked away however since the conversation is started it would be rude to end it so swiftly. He placed a hand on his hip and slightly tilted his head to one side. 

"You do not have to apologize. Apologizing too much makes the phrase meaningless." Silas spoke as he noticed how.. Well nervous the other seemed. He wasn't one to appear intimidating, has he done something wrong? Nothing he would notice. "That ballet dancer?.. Ouch, what a way to put it. Yes, I'm Silas. And you are?" He inquired as he began to slowly walk down the road, simply assuming the other would follow behind him.
Sarah
|| I CANT TELL U HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS
Esther
An awkward smile formed across his face, following him as he imagined.
"Pardon, I usually am not like this... I wasn't expecting you to show up."

Taking a deep breath in, he began to analyze Silas... Delicate, yet a bit cold outside. He can work with this, for sure! That was if he wasn't in this setting right now.
"I'm Nicola, just call me Nico. I apologize again for the inconvenience, I think I caught one of your shows one day! Pretty great."
His smile was vibrant, sincerely speaking word by word. He wasn't a liar, only when needed he would be manipulative.

He somewhat extended his hand out... But retreated it back. His thoughts got over himself, thinking it wasn't the best option to do that type of greet.
Helen
He turned to look over his shoulder, his blue gaze met the other's but only for a moment. "I wasn't expecting you to show up either. And yet, here we are." 

Silas was indeed quite the cold man, not that he meant to be. He was often too focused on work or perfection to care about how he came off or actively socializing with people enough. "Nicola, again.. Don't apologize for a mistake or an accident. If you do it too much it becomes meaningless." A pause. "You most likely did, I preform here the most however my last show was within Kahlo square, conviently where the market is located. How ironic, I preform at one market and the next I'm tossed to the ground by some guy." 

"Is there something else you wanted, little blue-jay?" He inquired as he turned around - now stopped in his tracks and his gaze settled upon the blue-haired one.
Esther
He seemed to let out a chuckle, fidgeting with his hands. 
"Yeah, exactly! It's really weird how people meet up... Destiny or something-?"

For a second, Nico held his own hand-fingers in a pinch, inhaling deeply in frustration with himself. He then let go.
"...I compulsively apologize when I'm in a vulnerable situation. I fucking hate it, yes I do!" 
He shifted his eyes directly at him.
"Look, I was being chased by a maniac; you did save me, and I'm grateful for that, I really am—!"

He immediately stopped as Silas asked him the question, stopping his pace as he blinked repeatedly with pauses.
"Uhm... You see, besides getting the deal from that guy because I'm in a chokehold with the Devil? Nnnnnot really...? I mean, I guess some financial stability, a peaceful life and a partner sounds nice — Okay I'm losing focus."
Helen
This man was so.. Energetic. It was odd. Normally he wouldn't surround himself with someone of Nicola's nature but luckily today he found he had nothing better to do. A little company wouldn't hurt. 

"No reason to be nervous." Silas spoke, much softer than he normally did. His normal monotone voice felt a little out of place and so he spoke in a more soft-like tone. "I saved myself. I don't know who you are, nor what that man was going to do. I needed to protect myself and you just so happen to need to be hidden. It worked out in the end. However as I expected, you talk. A lot. I do apologize for how .. Roughly I handled you. It wasn't my intention to make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe. I needed you to not make a sound until I knew it would be safe." It wasn't often he spoke this much, but boredom changes a man. 

"Chokehold with the devil? I'm curious - what does that mean?" Silas chose to ignore the last bit of the man's yapping.