Arrival: [Her head was spinning, Caitlyn was certain she'd been rushing forward and that something dire and awful was happening. That she'd failed to prevent another loss. But then there was the pull, those strong hands lifting her out of the water, reminiscent of being lifted by a parent.
Looking around the uniforms were enough to put her at ease for a moment. Though there was something off, she didn't recognize them for the moment, and it was still so warm, was she in the lanes still. No the air was clearer and she was certain she hadn't see a body of water that clean in her time down there.]
What circumstances? Where,
[Before she could get the questions out it seemed like she was already being handed off to someone else. But with the promise of an explanation, Caitlyn gave the pool one last glance before following the robed woman, listening to the words she had to share.
In the end, the final part still rung in her head as she tried to recall the moments before she arrived. The world is in delicate and dangerous times and she was needed to help, but for some reason, she questioned whether she was capable of helping; she was uncertain about herself. Perhaps they were right, perhaps she needed a little rest to recover, a little time to get her head back on straight.]
Barracks: [There was a short period where Caitlyn laid down, long enough for her head to stop spinning and to feel like she had a bit better bearing on where she was, and what was going on. Though she still had so many questions. For now, she started by settling in, making the bed, and squaring the corners before moving the footlocker and opening it to take inventory of what was there. It was obvious that she wasn't going to be getting any special treatment for being the daughter of a councilwoman here, which for once was a little annoying and yet refreshing at the same time.]
I don't suppose there are many shops nearby?
Training Grounds: The weapons were slightly different, the guns were not the exact make a model that she was familiar with but the basics were the same. It only took a few practice shots to adjust the scope and to get a feel for the recoil and way it felt before Caitlyn was able to reliably hit her target every time.
By the second hour, she was running through the course, timing how long it took as she paused and took out a target and then pivoted to the next and moved to the second position. With each run she improved a little more, and it was clear that she had quite a bit of experience with this.
About Cadens: Even the most dutiful of enforcers must recognize the need for time off occasionally. After a few days of her arrival, Caitlyn decided to take the day to visit the city of Caden, after all it would be nice to get a chance to meet some of the people that she would be helping to keep safe. It would also help to answer a few more questions about just what this world was like. She was curious about the fashion, the music, the social structure, and of course who the people were fairing.
At the moment she was paused outside a small cafe, admiring the aroma that was coming from inside.
Caitlyn Kiramman | LoL: Arcane | The Hierophant | Free Cities
[Her head was spinning, Caitlyn was certain she'd been rushing forward and that something dire and awful was happening. That she'd failed to prevent another loss. But then there was the pull, those strong hands lifting her out of the water, reminiscent of being lifted by a parent.
Looking around the uniforms were enough to put her at ease for a moment. Though there was something off, she didn't recognize them for the moment, and it was still so warm, was she in the lanes still. No the air was clearer and she was certain she hadn't see a body of water that clean in her time down there.]
What circumstances? Where,
[Before she could get the questions out it seemed like she was already being handed off to someone else. But with the promise of an explanation, Caitlyn gave the pool one last glance before following the robed woman, listening to the words she had to share.
In the end, the final part still rung in her head as she tried to recall the moments before she arrived. The world is in delicate and dangerous times and she was needed to help, but for some reason, she questioned whether she was capable of helping; she was uncertain about herself. Perhaps they were right, perhaps she needed a little rest to recover, a little time to get her head back on straight.]
Barracks:
[There was a short period where Caitlyn laid down, long enough for her head to stop spinning and to feel like she had a bit better bearing on where she was, and what was going on. Though she still had so many questions. For now, she started by settling in, making the bed, and squaring the corners before moving the footlocker and opening it to take inventory of what was there. It was obvious that she wasn't going to be getting any special treatment for being the daughter of a councilwoman here, which for once was a little annoying and yet refreshing at the same time.]
I don't suppose there are many shops nearby?
Training Grounds:
The weapons were slightly different, the guns were not the exact make a model that she was familiar with but the basics were the same. It only took a few practice shots to adjust the scope and to get a feel for the recoil and way it felt before Caitlyn was able to reliably hit her target every time.
By the second hour, she was running through the course, timing how long it took as she paused and took out a target and then pivoted to the next and moved to the second position. With each run she improved a little more, and it was clear that she had quite a bit of experience with this.
About Cadens:
Even the most dutiful of enforcers must recognize the need for time off occasionally. After a few days of her arrival, Caitlyn decided to take the day to visit the city of Caden, after all it would be nice to get a chance to meet some of the people that she would be helping to keep safe. It would also help to answer a few more questions about just what this world was like. She was curious about the fashion, the music, the social structure, and of course who the people were fairing.
At the moment she was paused outside a small cafe, admiring the aroma that was coming from inside.