It's been...a very strange day. It's not every day you fall asleep next to your...lover? He's still not really sure. He knows how he feels about Jesper and he thinks he knows how Jesper feels about him and he's basically said he's moving in, but it's only really been a day and a night. A very good night but, now he's getting off-topic. Weird day. After everything that had happened back home just the day before he didn't think things could get weirder. He should know better than to assume.
But here he is, standing in a strange barracks, with a military-issued uniform that he hates. Wearing it makes him feel like he's crawling out of his skin, and makes him feel like the stadwatch. If the rest of his friends could see him now. He makes his way over to his assigned bed and sits on the edge, taking a shallow breath. His ribs are still healing from back home and are tender and he is sure that while his nose is no longer broken he probably has some bruising. He lays back, closing his eyes and trying to relax and think about his next move when he hears someone else enter the room.
He sits up and gives this new person an unsure smile.
"Hi. Are you new too?"
B. Exploring
ii. Supply Delivery
He's made it to Cadens, and he feels much more at home here than at the military base. He's hoping he can stay here somehow and not go back there but that remains to be seen. Right now he's been enlisted in helping with supply delivery. He hasn't been able to get a lot of information out of the soldiers, only that the other summoned had gone through an ordeal and the hospital was in need of supplies. He figured this might be a good way to get some information from people like him and not just the locals who he was less inclined to trust. He'd taken some boxes of supplies and food and had slipped off with the pretense of delivering them to people's rooms.
iii.Furry Friends
He'd been leaving the hospital when someone had approached him about volunteering to help entertain some animals. They explained that they were being used to help patients in the hospital and those who had gone through a traumatic experience and they were looking for volunteers to play with the small winged cats and help socialize them. And then they had just put one into his hands as if they knew once someone was holding one they wouldn't turn down the request. And they were right because it was the cutest weird kitten he had ever seen. It was sitting in his hands purring as he stroked a finger down its head and back. These people were crazy if they thought they were getting this animal back from him.
iv. The Sarstina
It should surprise him more that he feels most relaxed as soon as he walks into the local tavern, but it doesn't, not really. Not after the past year. He knows how to keep himself small and to go unnoticed and he takes in his surroundings before approaching the bar, he's been in this situation before, but at least this time no one is trying to kill him. He had made a little money from helping with supplies and he supposes he might as well get a drink and a meal and talk to whoever is manning the bar, they would probably have the most information on what he needed.
He settles onto an empty stool, doesn't even bother to pretend to read a menu, just asks for what's good and cheap, and waits to be served before asking the barkeep what he wants to know. "What's the best way to look for a job around here?"
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Wylan Van Eck | Grishaverse (books) | Free Cities | The Magician
i. The Barracks
It's been...a very strange day. It's not every day you fall asleep next to your...lover? He's still not really sure. He knows how he feels about Jesper and he thinks he knows how Jesper feels about him and he's basically said he's moving in, but it's only really been a day and a night. A very good night but, now he's getting off-topic. Weird day. After everything that had happened back home just the day before he didn't think things could get weirder. He should know better than to assume.
But here he is, standing in a strange barracks, with a military-issued uniform that he hates. Wearing it makes him feel like he's crawling out of his skin, and makes him feel like the stadwatch. If the rest of his friends could see him now. He makes his way over to his assigned bed and sits on the edge, taking a shallow breath. His ribs are still healing from back home and are tender and he is sure that while his nose is no longer broken he probably has some bruising. He lays back, closing his eyes and trying to relax and think about his next move when he hears someone else enter the room.
He sits up and gives this new person an unsure smile.
"Hi. Are you new too?"
B. Exploring
ii. Supply Delivery
He's made it to Cadens, and he feels much more at home here than at the military base. He's hoping he can stay here somehow and not go back there but that remains to be seen. Right now he's been enlisted in helping with supply delivery. He hasn't been able to get a lot of information out of the soldiers, only that the other summoned had gone through an ordeal and the hospital was in need of supplies. He figured this might be a good way to get some information from people like him and not just the locals who he was less inclined to trust. He'd taken some boxes of supplies and food and had slipped off with the pretense of delivering them to people's rooms.
iii.Furry Friends
He'd been leaving the hospital when someone had approached him about volunteering to help entertain some animals. They explained that they were being used to help patients in the hospital and those who had gone through a traumatic experience and they were looking for volunteers to play with the small winged cats and help socialize them. And then they had just put one into his hands as if they knew once someone was holding one they wouldn't turn down the request. And they were right because it was the cutest weird kitten he had ever seen. It was sitting in his hands purring as he stroked a finger down its head and back. These people were crazy if they thought they were getting this animal back from him.
iv. The Sarstina
It should surprise him more that he feels most relaxed as soon as he walks into the local tavern, but it doesn't, not really. Not after the past year. He knows how to keep himself small and to go unnoticed and he takes in his surroundings before approaching the bar, he's been in this situation before, but at least this time no one is trying to kill him. He had made a little money from helping with supplies and he supposes he might as well get a drink and a meal and talk to whoever is manning the bar, they would probably have the most information on what he needed.
He settles onto an empty stool, doesn't even bother to pretend to read a menu, just asks for what's good and cheap, and waits to be served before asking the barkeep what he wants to know. "What's the best way to look for a job around here?"
v. wildcard
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