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[Open | Some people just can't sit still]

Who: Bishop + You
When: February
Where: Aefenglom
What: Exploring, info gathering, maybe making fronds?
Warnings: None, will update

I. Day Time

A. Early Morning - Sound of Body, sound of Mind

[The early morning fog just started to dissipate when he set out and the morning sun had yet to crest over the horizon, but it's presence was felt as everything was coated in the indigo film of dawn. He woke up at the same time and goes through the same morning routine, a quick shower and a hearty breakfast followed by rigorous exercise, even being in another world isn't another excuse to neglect his training.

There was more to this than just staying fit, one crucial for his survival. His limits have changed and for the first time in a very, very long time, he felt...human. Gone were was the demonic speed and strength he had and so was the magic he was accustomed to but he couldn't let this stop him, he has to adapt. First up is a jog through the city with random bursts that lead into free running, sometimes heading up and across rooftops, or through series of obstacles and tight spaces. It's amusing if you're up at that hour and happen to be watching, perhaps you may even want to come along. If you can keep up that is.]

B. Morning - Sword and Spirit as one

[The second is to sharpen his mind and what better way to do that than with his sword. It's brighter now that the sun has come out to play and he's seen fit to practice in a park, going through the various forms his teacher so liberally beat into his body and soul.

The katana cut through the air like a silver star across the night sky, each form getting more and more complex with the motions going from the precise, to the elegant, and then to the inevitable violent end of his imaginary opponent. Are you simply an on looker fascinated by the display, or maybe a swordsman looking for a quick spar? Come and test your mettle.]

C. Noon - Food for the Soul

[By the time he'd cleaned himself up the lunch time rush had just come around and everyone you go seems to be full. Restaurants and cafes are filled wall to wall with humans and monsters. Getting a chair, less on a table, seems like a dream away.]

Kinda like a can of sardines, right?

[Bishop says as he stands next to you patiently waiting for a table.]

Listen, if you don't mind that is, would you like to share a table? Look - [He gestures to the staff.] - it looks like they're prioritizing groups. Might have a better chance of getting a table sooner if we tell 'em we'll share.

[What say you, o new hungry friend?]

II. Afternoon to Night

D. Afternoon - A person's a person, no matter how small

[Walking along the Harbor District one would stand to find many a curious thing. For most it would be the Sly Seadog, some it'd be the factories, but for Bishop it was the orphanages and how they were right next to a factory.]

Working in the factory for chump change, I'm sure.

[He says with a particularly bland tone, as if he lacked interest in the whole matter.]

Owned by someone with a fat wallet that's too scared to lose weight.

[He moved from one orphanage to the other, greeting and entertaining the children who approached him with a smile and story to amaze and amuse. Later, as the last of day coats the sky purple and golden orange, he found himself at the Seadog with a drink sighing or shaking his head in disapproval of something.]

I guess somethings stay the same wherever you go, huh?

E. Evening to Midnight - A human being is only breath and shadow

[While the red light district was amusing and all, and while somethings certainly were more interesting than others, but the weirdness of the whole situation still hasn't quite settled on him so none of the fun stuff that visiting the red light district entails for now. He does however take this time to greet and show his face to the lady workers of the district and some other, rather shady, individuals should you happen to be in the area as well. Shh. He won't tell.

As the night carried on, however, Bishop grew less and less present and seemingly just vanished from the public view. At least that's what it felt like. Throughout the city, should you be walking around in the dead of night, you may just feel someone watching you from somewhere. There's also the sounds of the on goings of the night, the clatter of some fallen object, the creak of the rusty hinges of a door, the echoes of a heavy boot or shoe walking down the street, or maybe even the sound of your own heart beating in your ears.

Look to the shadows friend and stare into the abyss. Who knows? You might just find someone staring back.]

F. Wildcard

[Have an idea you want to thread? Plot with me

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No offence taken. I'm happy to share. Besides-

[He eyes the restaurant with a worried smile, the waitress who met his gaze apologized which he dismissed with a wave.]

- if we don't share, we're never gonna eat. I can tell. This is gonna be roughly a forty to fifty minute wait. That large crowd over yonder-[He nods to a table of at least seven.]-they're too busy chatting rather than eating, and only half of them have orders so they're waiting for everything to arrive. Might as well play it smart, right?

(oh, that gets him squinting at the crowd instead of at bishop, ire directed at them instead.) Jesus, alright. When you put it that way, our hands are pretty tied here.

(guess it's time to get up and put on their best faces.)

So what's the plan? We gonna' schmooze the waitstaff, or have you struck some kinda' deal with the hostess? Honestly, we already look better than half of the dickheads already seated, so just appearing mild-mannered and patient might get us brownie points.

[The was the question of the hour wasn't it? What do they do to speed things along, without getting caught?]

Hmmm...

[He scanned the restaurant and the staff, the people who they were waiting with, and the receptionist girl who was continuing to take down names and put them on the list. A minute or so later, inspiration struck and he quickly yanks a menu without being noticed.]

Here. Choose your order. I have an idea.

[He says as he hands the menu to Jonas, while he stood up and walked over to the receptionist. He informed her of the change in arrangement, indicated by how they both turned to Jonas for a moment before continuing their talk but Bishop doesn't come back. Instead he asked for directions to the little boy's room and he walked into the restaurant, although if one were to look inside they'd see him talking with some really frazzled members of the waitstaff while pointing to a table at the far back where three people were about to finish. He does this for another few minutes before showing up near the entrance and gesturing for Jonas to come join him.]

Made your choice?

[He hopes so because one of the frazzled waitstaff came up to him, apologizing profusely for some confusion and delay, which Bishop waves off with a smile and a request to hurry things along before the waiter ran off.]

See that table of three in the corner? Their bill is about to arrive. [He holds up a little leather clipboard.] It's this actually. I'm gonna walk over there and hand it to them, and when they leave sit down and look like you've been waiting a long time. Got it?

(being rushed isn't so bad when he's been in the mood for a clubhouse sandwich for the past two hours, pleased to see one on the menu when it's passed to him. sounds like a good plan, just devious enough to get a nod and a little half-smirk from him. anything risky warrants a try, if only once.)

Slick move, man... did you lift that from the waiter? (a low whistle, proud of his fast hands. as far as he can tell, it's been nicked from either the hostess desk or one of the harassed servers.)

I've got my order, no sweat. Their dishes have been cleared but the water glasses are leftover, so it'll pretty much hold up the illusion. (jonas, no stranger to this shadier behaviour, gets up in preparation for his quick move.) Just flag me down when you're ready. Alright?

(he will be, standing against the wall, surprisingly missable (despite his height) in a crowd of monsters. the moment bishop makes the handoff, clearing the table, jonas will mobilize to slip in where the last old woman was seated with her purse. it's not long before he begins swirling a half-drunk glass of whatever's been left behind, making rather melodramatic glances to his watch.

heavy, frustrated sighs and all.)

Yup, that I did.

[He feels a little bad that he's using his skill this way, but shit he's hungry. When he sees's Jonas ready he makes his move, handing the bill over to them (thankfully it's their change) the people at the table are quick to accept it, leave a tip, and vacate. Bishop is right behind them blocking the table from the receptionists view as Jones occupies and goes to set on his act.

Part two then. Bishop walks up to the frazzled waiter and gestures angrily to Jonas and the waiter is quick to apologize and run to the window where orders come in. Bishop meanwhile fixes his coat and sits.]

In about a minute, that waiter is going to come over to take our orders. Be nice but sound like you've given it before.

[And almost like it was a scene in a play, the waiter comes out on que to take their orders again looking very sheepish and, as usual, frazzled.]

Like we told your friend earlier, one Shepard's pie with mushy peas. [He says before turning to Jonas' order.]

(a silent "gotcha'" in the form of a wink and accompanying click of his tongue.

the waiter approaches and jonas nearly chuckles at bishop's order—which sounds amazing right now, actually, almost swaying him to change his own—instead offering the start of a smile up at the busy man's pen and paper.)

–and I was getting the clubhouse sandwich with fries. Thanks, I know it's totally insane in here... oh, actually, can I change what I wanted for condiments? (propping his chin up tiredly on his hand, the elbow he has on the table assisting his deep lean forward.) Garlic aioli instead of mayo sounds way better, man.

(the server thanks them about three more times for their patience, gives them each apologetic parting looks, then slides away from their table to put in the orders that "should've been" a half an hour prior.)

Mushy peas, huh? (teasing him with a quick glance over when he's sure the server's out of earshot,) What, can't mush your own?

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Why mush them myself when I could pressure someone else to do for me?

[That was the whole point to a restaurant, after all.]

Still, this place is packed. Must be quite good since this is pretty out of the way from the Coven.

Alright, alright. You got me there. (still getting his lean on, jonas watches the chaos at the other side of the restaurant.

for what it's worth, this was a good idea. a little dirty, but they performed civilly and deserve to reap the spoils.)

It could be crap and I don't think I'd care; my stomach's eating itself alive. Still, I'm kinda' glad I had the sense to choose this place, despite the noise. Who knew I'd run into the local con-artist?

[He chuckled at that.]

I little too early to call me the "local" con-artist. I only arrived a couple of weeks back.

[He's a lot of things really, but he's not about to tell.]

I've got a long day ahead of me, so the earlier I eat the sooner I can get to things.

Same here, but y'know... you can get a rep pretty quick. (gives him the finger gun point.) Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. As one klepto to the next.

(look at them, making off like bandits. they'll get their food soon, relax, maybe he'll have a pint of something if the moment strikes him. ah, the life.)

What's on the agenda, if you don't mind my asking?

Observation. There's many things I don't understand and am unsure of. I'm planning on going around for the day and soaking up whatever I can find out, with the intent of keeping my nose clean.

[For the most part.]

How about you?

People-watching is really the best way to do that. You can pick a lot up by just... watching how people lead their lives here. You should start at the taverns. (the best information always comes from bartenders, not that he has any experience hunting for leads.

he's just seen way too many movies.)

I'm gonna' get my chill on today. I'm, uh... going on that Outpost excursion sometime soon, so. I won't be back for a bit. Are you?

Thanks for the tip. I'll do just that.

[He knows a lot about info gathering, but in this case there's really way waaaay to much to take in so he'll just quietly observe and then, if or when something catches his eye, he'll dig deeper.]

Going to the outpost business? No. Frankly speaking, I don't want to get involved in this place's affairs. [A beat.] Not yet at least. I'm not keen on working with or for someone or something I can't figure out.

Hey, don't worry about it. A friend of mine's the same way, convinced everyone's out to get us.

(that said, jonas respects any and all opinions. he's supported viewpoints both for and against the coven, a bit of a devil's advocate.)

It keeps me humble, honestly. Who's to say if it's true? They could've actually been the ones who brought us here, or something like that.

[That's a dangerous game to play, he would know since he plays it quite often. Unless particularly strong feelings were involved, in which case he picks a side.]

Maybe, maybe not. Whatever the case, we're here and just have to be ready for whatever I suppose.

[If he learned anything from that execution is that this place clearly doesn't work with half measures and deals with some pretty extreme things. All things he is used to working with.]

My only wish is that I still had my powers. I'd definitely feel a lot more prepared if I did.

Powers, huh? What can you do?

(belatedly thinks that it might be rude to ask. seems a bit privately, but bishop can inform him if he's getting too curious for his own good.)

Man, I keep running into people who naturally had stuff like that going on for them back home. Does it make it any easier to learn the magic here, or is it like, completely different?

Shapeshift and some magic. As for the learning, I don't know for certain. I haven't really taken any classes but, a little girl showed me some magic she's learning and I think what I know from my version of it could help. Though, the best way to find out would be to sign up and learn.

[He leans back on his chair thinking about his powers and their nature and wondered if he replicate them here somehow. A thought worthy of entertaining but it'll have to wait as the waiter brings them their order, fresh and piping hot.]

Ah, finally. Thank you. Let's dig in.

(delighted when the food arrives, mouth watering the second the waiter places their plates down. it looks amazing, testament to the store's popularity. it's just as bishop said. long wait, great results.

jonas takes a bite of his sandwich almost immediately.)

A little girl? (chewing thoughtfully, eyebrow raising.) Is she a native, or a Mirrorbound like us? Both are pretty impressive, but kids always do learn faster than older folks.

(jonas, you're eighteen.)

Moonblessed. Her name is Leslie, smart kid, adorable too.

[He doesn't quite dig into his meal but takes a bite out of all, scrutinizing it with every chew.]

Not bad. The potatoes are alright, meat is well done. The peas...could use a little heat but I guess it's a pass.

[Only after he makes those comments does he start to really eat.]

Well, I'll keep an eye out for her. I can't believe whoever—or whatever—brought us here kidnapped kids too. That's bullcrap. (bristles at it, taking a particularly aggressive bite of his club sandwich.

jonas is, however, always quick to calm.)

Are you like, a food critic or something? Or are you just really particular? (points with a little smirk.) Did they mush 'em to your satisfaction?

A chef, actually. Evaluating the food of restaurants and such is a habit at this point.

[He says digging further into his pie.]

The peas are just a little on the bland side. A pinch of chilli flakes would have brought a little more flavor to it.

Wait, seriously? You're a chef?

(blinks, a bit taken aback. jonas doesn't know why it's so strange, honestly, when it makes sense with what he's seen today.)

Do you work at a restaurant, or like... own your own? What kinda' food do you specialize in?

I used to work at several places. Never really had the kind of green to open a shop of my own.

[He's also a former black ops agent, currently a hitman, while faking to be a mercenary here.]

Hmmm. I handled several kinds of foods when I was in Tokyo, but I guess Japanese, Western, and baking are my specialty. I also often worked as a bartender, but that's not really a chef thing.

[More an alcoholics thing, which he is.]

(don't tell jonas that, he'll get too curious and make himself a liability. mercenary would sound more bad-ass than bishop's duties as a chef, but there are so many colourful jobs being listed that he can't tell which he's more envious of. probably the bartending.)

That sounds so awesome. Honestly, if I was more of a people-person? Bartending would be high on my list of things to do after turning twenty-one—oh, sorry, that's the drinking age in the United States of America. Which is a country on Earth.

...

Wait, are you from Earth? (he asks belatedly, leaning in a bit.) I'd feel like such a dick if you were and I kept explaining unnecessary crap.

I am from Earth, and from NYC. Queens.

[He had a thought cross his mind if he ever met someone from Earth here, if there were other iterations of that world. He was quick to dismiss it as it wasn't important at the time but, now seemed like a good moment to check.]

But I moved to Tokyo after joining the military. That's where I learned to cook. [Cause the food sucked most of the time and if he was going to die in combat, he wanted to have a good meal before that at least.] And I refined and expanded my skills as a chef.

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so sorry this is so late; life intervened...!!!

how rude of life, getting in the way of RP like that. Welcome back doh

TELL ME ABOUT IT... tysm!!

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