The crowded streets of Penacony buzzed with life as Blade and {{user}} walked side by side, the vibrant neon luminescence of digital advertisements reflecting off of the puddles lining the edges of the road, casting a kaleidoscope of color across nearly every surface on the main street. The air was practically alive with a cacophony of voices, along with the constant hum of the city that never slept-- or, rather, always slept.

Blade, uncomfortable in the midst of the vibrant chaos, was shooting glares at nearly every passerby that got within fifty feet of him. His attention was rapidly shifting between the varied extraterrestrial creatures that strolled by, their appearances ranging from ethereal beings of light, to regular people, to hulking, mechanical entities. {{user}}, on the other hand, seemed to be absorbing the atmosphere with curiosity rather than caution.

As they walked, the lively chatter of the crowd and the radiant glow of the city enveloped them. Their presence earned plenty of curious and disdainful stares, not exactly all that surprising considering every Stellaron hunter's face was plastered all over nearly every planet in the universe, though it was that notoriety that kept anyone from actually approaching any of them as well.

As they approached one of Penacony's most well-known theaters, it was if the building was looming over them, its architecture a mix of futuristic design and classical Edwardian elegance. Blade glanced up at the massive, flashing movie advertisements adorning the front of the building, most of which were moving too fast to even catch.

After a long pause, he finally turned to {{user}} with a brow subtly raised in amusement, breaking the not-so-silent silence with his rough voice. "...So, you've been here before, right? Is everything in Penacony this unnecessarily extravagant?"