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middaeg2020-02-21 10:50 pm
getting_better) wrote in middaeg2020-02-21 10:50 pm
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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.]
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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
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I think I'll take the Chicken Tikka Masala. It looks... inspiring.
[ He basically likes the color of it, and the fact it's chicken. There's no clue how it tastes besides that. ]
And a baked cod. I'll take it you'd rather drink plain water?
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Water would be great. Let's see...Excuse me!
[He calls a waitress over and gives their orders, smiling beatifically throughout the whole process even as she apologized for how cramped it is or if their orders are slow, and then waving her goodbye as she submits the slip to the kitchen.]
Poor girl, she must be running herself ragged.
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She should get some rest already... is this place understaffed?
[ He hopes not. But in the meantime, his pose is stiff, as though ready to catch the waitress should she fall over because of fatigue or an accident.
This was supposed to be a moment of relax, but there he is, making himself stressed over a stranger. That's Wataru for you. ]
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Hmmm, perhaps at this hour it is. Look there's more than handful of staff, and I can only imagine the kitchen might have at least four or five chefs. But the number of people coming in and going out aren't even. By my reckoning, this place would need to shuffle at least four people out every....ten or fifteen minutes or so.
[He nods to the waitress who served them.]
As for her, she looks to be the newest employee. Look, if you could catch it, in her left back pocket there's a notebook sticking out which she takes out every now and then. My guess it's to remember orders. The others here don't have anything on them, they just hand you menu, give your order, they take it back, and then they're off.
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He didn't see all that analysis coming from just a look around. Half if Bishop's words get lost in Wataru's confused mind, but what he can tell best is that this man has a really sharp sense of intuition. Not something he'd commonly see in people - at least not about something pretty much mundane like the management of a restaurant. ]
You speak as though you had experience in this environment.
[ The confidence kind of gives it away. Otherwise he's sharing a table with a real genius. ]
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Well, yes! [ Ehem. ] I worked in a lot of food establishments. Cafes, restaurants, bars, all sorts of places. So I've gotten pretty good at identifying people.
[ Also being a former black-ops agent helped. ]