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October Catch-all --a little early.
⌛ Who: Jiang Cheng and Kinn Theerapanyakul
⌛ What: Neandering around town
⌛ When: Tail end of September but October (spoopy season)
⌛ Where: Wherever!
⌛ Warnings: TBD in threads
[Jiang Cheng, post qi deviation]
Once Cheng was strong enough to move around for more than ten minutes, he started trekking over to his friends houses to see how they were doing and to thank them for their help and apologize for causing so much trouble. With every friend he visited, he offered a fruit basket. If he thought cutting them would last, he would have.
He comes to the next home, takes a breath and then schools his face for a pleasant smile before knocking. All he had to do now was wait to be answered. Cheng fervently hoped that their relationship hadn't been ruined by the recent events.
[Jiang Cheng, Onsen]
Once he had recovered, he wanted to do ... something. Anything. He was tired of sitting in the house, tired of people hovering over him, worried about what he would do, if he would relapse. He just needed to get out of the house and relax a bit.
The best way he knew how was the Onsen. The incense was nice, the sound of water was soothing and Cheng was looking forward to relaxing, pampering himself with some expensive cleansers, and let the stress of the past three weeks drain out of him.
[Kinn, by the wharf]
Despite gathering evidence that overall, the place was relatively safe, Kinn still wanted to be prepared. So he made his way to the wharf where many had said one could find rare items, hoping he would find a seller who may have more than just information about firearms.
As he strolled through the allies, he walked with confidence as if he owned the place. His clothing was neat but not necessarily anything that would scream he was rich or in the wrong place. And as he walked, he considered the things he would change in the place. A floating market, some different variations in the market-maybe something foreign in terms of imports?
Evidently, he couldn't completely dismiss the mafia in him.
[Anyone who wants a specific starter with any character, please hit me up! Discord Aristastarfyr#8868 or pm the journals.]
⌛ What: Neandering around town
⌛ When: Tail end of September but October (spoopy season)
⌛ Where: Wherever!
⌛ Warnings: TBD in threads
[Jiang Cheng, post qi deviation]
Once Cheng was strong enough to move around for more than ten minutes, he started trekking over to his friends houses to see how they were doing and to thank them for their help and apologize for causing so much trouble. With every friend he visited, he offered a fruit basket. If he thought cutting them would last, he would have.
He comes to the next home, takes a breath and then schools his face for a pleasant smile before knocking. All he had to do now was wait to be answered. Cheng fervently hoped that their relationship hadn't been ruined by the recent events.
[Jiang Cheng, Onsen]
Once he had recovered, he wanted to do ... something. Anything. He was tired of sitting in the house, tired of people hovering over him, worried about what he would do, if he would relapse. He just needed to get out of the house and relax a bit.
The best way he knew how was the Onsen. The incense was nice, the sound of water was soothing and Cheng was looking forward to relaxing, pampering himself with some expensive cleansers, and let the stress of the past three weeks drain out of him.
[Kinn, by the wharf]
Despite gathering evidence that overall, the place was relatively safe, Kinn still wanted to be prepared. So he made his way to the wharf where many had said one could find rare items, hoping he would find a seller who may have more than just information about firearms.
As he strolled through the allies, he walked with confidence as if he owned the place. His clothing was neat but not necessarily anything that would scream he was rich or in the wrong place. And as he walked, he considered the things he would change in the place. A floating market, some different variations in the market-maybe something foreign in terms of imports?
Evidently, he couldn't completely dismiss the mafia in him.
[Anyone who wants a specific starter with any character, please hit me up! Discord Aristastarfyr#8868 or pm the journals.]
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"You play the violin?" he asked around his enormously full mouth.
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"Classically trained since I was young. Do you play anything?"
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"No. I kind of suck at it. But art? That's another story. I was actually studying art in college before I went on the run."
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He didn't need to talk about his violin playing, after all. While his family dealt more in real estate and for the public show, humanitarian things, he did know a bit about art.
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He supposed he'd have to prove that at some point. Too bad he didn't have a pen and paper here or he'd have fun showing off for Kinn.
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Having an idea as a gift in the future wasn't a bad thing at all. A sketch book with pencils would probably be decent for Riley.
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"Giant's Causeway. It's in Ireland."
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In his head, he's thinking of the giant heads on Easter Island. Did Ireland have something similar?
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Riley tried making hand gestures to describe what he was remembering in his head. "Along the way you can even find stones that look like huge boots. Or columns that stack like chimneys."
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Never mind that he had no idea Kinn was sticking so close to him to protect him right now. Oops.
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The jog is easy as well as it is to dodge the people milling about. He's very accustomed to slipping through crowds should he need to. It's easier brandishing a gun, but whatever.
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Blinking he stared at him. "Oh hi. You followed?"
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He lamented that he didn't have a GPS tracker here. He would tag Riley in an instant.
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The scary place with all the potentially dangerous people. Something like that. It wasn't really that big a deal as far as he could tell. He'd been here awhile without anything happening to him.
"I just went to get something so I could draw for you."
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Apparently, Kinn had a greater sense of self-preservation than Riley in things non-Fae. "What if something happened to you on my watch?"
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"Sorry. I'll be more careful and wait for you to be with me."
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"Alright. I'd be okay with that."
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"Really? You don't mind? I'll do you justice, I swear."
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