It was this day that the Bean had arrived to grace the lives of those innocent beings who felt as if it mattered that they existed. The Bean was in the mood for laying the smackdown on a bitch, and possibly get some pussy. So the bean was in no mood for fucking around. That was a fact. Hannibal had turned his head around a few times, as he looked at the veins of water which ran so sweetly in the earth. He was not lost, he could tell where he was. In the Land of Waves. How dull, they didn't have that many hunnies here, that was for daaaaamn sure. The Bean, was not impressed. As he raised his head out of the ground, he looked around. Lifting the massive sword out from beneath him, he placed it in his mouth and began to chew it up, merging with it. Fusing it with his own DNA, this was the blade of his best friend, and it would not be apart of him. Its abilities, where now his own. He continued to look around. Grinning and shit. Waiting for his target to make its appearance. He could not be seen, as he was peaking out from a tree in a dense thick. No one would detect him, but he was not really here to fight. Only to scout. As per his orders.