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 Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 4:25 pm
Patrick Lockheart ~ Entering The Market District Streets ~ It was hard to think that only a few months ago, the buildings which were slowly starting to retake their shape had once stood in their splendour as one would have expected to see them... The Jolly Tavern and Inn where he played every so often in the evenings under the watchful gaze of the late Kayne Nightroad, the Bakery where Roselyn made her wonderful delicacies...even the Pharmacy - not that he'd ever had any need to visit, but each had it's own place and Patrick had never expected them to look so different from what he remembered...
The Diviner had decided almost instantly upon his return to the Academy, that he would find some way of assisting in the rebuild of the City - this was partly down to him feeling so useless during the incident - having run for what had thankfully been the 'safety' of Eoana's restricted Forest, but also for perhaps his own selfish reasons? For Patrick's nights hadn't been easy with nightmares consisting of both memories and recreations, remastered by his own imagination... He was just grateful for the waking hours at least providing something in the way of a distraction...
Having disposed of his cloak due to the amount of blood that had stained it beyond cleansing, Patrick had taken to wearing new attire for the colder weather - his clothes weren't spectacularly warm, but provided him with enough insulation to last at least a few quiet hours outside - Hence the need to find something physical to do.
He would lift his eyes as his White Raven passed overhead, Branwen's pure colour almost camouflaging her within the falling snow as it fell from the heavens above... She would circle the District a few times before coming into land. Against the pure white of the fresh snow, she appeared almost creamy in colour - which was useful in spotting her, but as Patrick advanced, she would flutter across to land upon his shoulder, her beady eyes flitting to and fro as the male stopped to take in the sight...
Profile
Location: The Market District Streets
Appearance: Wearing This
With: Branwen
Feeling: A mixture of Emotions,
OoC
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 9:16 pm
Patrick Lockheart ~ Entering The Market District Streets ~ It wasn't surprising to see that despite the cold, people were still very much hard at work on the rebuild and if he was honest, he could very easily have offered his assistance to almost anyone he came across, but it appeared that a lot of people were rather self absorbed in their own little projects, or had already received help from others with the same ideas as him...
As he found his way around the Marketplace, he would come to pause outside the Jolly Tavern and Inn for a moment, thinking back to the times before the Incident - He couldn't recall actually visiting the place since the attack and with news of Kayne's passing, he wasn't sure if he felt right to return...at least not yet. "I wonder how everyone is...?"
He'd advanced towards the door - getting close enough to knock and even raising his hand before allowing it to drop back to his side. What was with him all of a sudden? He wanted to help, but when he happened across the places he would often frequent in the past, his reluctance to actually step inside and offer his assistance seemed to dwindle until he turned and started to walk back.
"...Should Hibernate..." Branwen grumbled, her feathers ruffled up as she attempted to keep herself warm - Her feet were fine, for the male was radiating enough heat to warm them both, but as for the rest of her, her white feathers seeming to reflect what little sun was available rather than absorbing what warmth it could...
"We'll head back inside in a bit Bran," Patrick would reply quietly to her complaint, "I just want to see if anyone needs a hand..." He could easily retrace his footsteps in the snow - at least for some part as he had taken the liberty of choosing the parts where nobody else had trodden - what point was there wasting a patch of freshly fallen snow when nobody else was going to walk on it?
His attention would drift away from the world around him as he proceeded to make his way across another stretch of un-trodden snow, watching how his boots disappeared into the white with a satisfying 'crunch' - It brought back memories of times when he was traveling with his family back in Valor - not necessarily the moments when he had to help get the caravans out of the snowdrifts - although seeing his Uncle go over that time on a patch of ice was quite hilarious...but his mind turned more towards the more pleasant memories, the warm broths, the nightly gatherings beside a roaring fire...and not forgetting the occasional snowball fight that often preceded the need to get warm...
Profile
Location: The Market District Streets
Appearance: Wearing This
With: Branwen
Feeling: Distracted
OoC I dunno...just passing the time I guess...hah
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 8:32 pm
﴾NAME﴿
[ Roselyn de la Croix] ﴾AGE﴿
[ 26] ﴾SEXUAL ORIENTATION﴿
[Heterosexual] ﴾.
BAKER ﴿ ///BASICSTATS▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
➼ KNIT
[Enhancer]
➼ RAIMENT
[Eagle Eye]
➼ RELATIONSHIP STATUS
[Single]
➼ OCCUPATION
[Baker]
➼ MONEY
[Carrying coin]
➼ WITH
[Random]
➼ WARDROBE
[A bit cold]
➼ OOC
[N/A]
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2018 3:06 am
Patrick Lockheart ~ Entering The Market District Streets ~ "I'm going to have to write to my Aunt and see if I can get her to send one of her recipes..." Starting to feel a little chilly now, the Diviner - although fond of reminiscing quietly to himself - would set his sights on perhaps making his way back to the Academy...
Kicking the snow from his boots, Patrick took a moment to rub his hands together - although they were gloved, the cold still found a way of getting through and as he adjusted his scarf so it once again protected his chin from the chill, he would turn as the sound of footsteps pushing through the snow reached his ears. At first, he didn't see her, but eventually, a female dressed in a long, burgundy dress caught his eye,
"Now there's a face I haven't seen in a while," he would smile, recognising the Bakery Owner as she made her way across the Marketplace, "Hey there!" he would wave before making his way over, "Rosalyn, how have you been?" Almost immediately, Branwen would lean forward upon his shoulder, her beady eyes recognising that baskets often held delicacies upon which she liked to feast...
"Pretty cold today..." Now closer, he wondered if her clothing was doing anything to insulate her against the weather,
Profile
Location: The Market District Streets
Appearance: Wearing This
With: Branwen, Roselyn,
Feeling: Chilly
OoC
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2018 5:40 pm
﴾NAME﴿
[ Roselyn de la Croix] ﴾AGE﴿
[ 26] ﴾SEXUAL ORIENTATION﴿
[Heterosexual] ﴾.
BAKER ﴿ ///BASICSTATS▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
➼ KNIT
[Enhancer]
➼ RAIMENT
[Eagle Eye]
➼ RELATIONSHIP STATUS
[Single]
➼ OCCUPATION
[Baker]
➼ MONEY
[Carrying coin]
➼ WITH
[Patrick]
➼ WARDROBE
[A bit cold]
➼ OOC
[N/A]
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2018 9:20 pm
Patrick Lockheart ~ Entering The Market District Streets ~ "Oh, Rick you dolt..." It was hard to remember that although he knew her, Rosalyn saw many patrons daily and it wasn't always easy to remember each and every face you saw by name - especially when they didn't pop by as regularly as they could have... That and after the incident, a lot of stress would have made it difficult for anyone to immediately draw a conclusion as tho whom such a strange lad might be...
"It's good you are well, if still a little shaken...it was certainly a shock..." he wasn't exactly sure what to say in regards to the hardship she, like many other shop owners were facing - Eoana was still very much in the rebuilding state afterall - but he listened as she mentioned that her bakery still wasn't fully operational and that she was doing what she could to keep things moving,
"Oh, I'm quite well, thanks," he hadn't expected Roselyn to follow her answer with her own question about how he was fairing himself - she barely knew him afterall - but it was nice and he nodded, "I'm actually out looking to see if I can offer my services," he glanced away briefly, "My Uncles used to try teach my cousins and I their trades, so I know a little here and there about..."
"Bread." Branwen gave a grumble that broke his concentration and Patrick turned his gaze towards the Raven as she crept her way down his shoulder to his forearm, "Hungry."
"Uhm..." The Diviner's eyes would flick back towards Roselyn as he felt a little embarrassed about his companion's rather audible outburst, "Did you...happen to have any left?" he didn't appreciate the bird interrupting his poor attempt at conversation, but delved into his pockets, "I have the coin," removing a glove, he attempted to undo the little leather tie on his coin-pouch - more than aware that the White Raven had made her way further down his arm and was almost sitting upon his wrist, watching his fingers undo the knot keeping his gold inside.
Profile
Location: The Market District Streets
Appearance: Wearing This
With: Branwen, Roselyn,
Feeling: Chilly
OoC
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2018 8:55 am
﴾NAME﴿
[ Roselyn de la Croix] ﴾AGE﴿
[ 26] ﴾SEXUAL ORIENTATION﴿
[Heterosexual]It is good to hear from the boy that he is offering his services, whatever they may be, to those who are in need. There are those, unlike Roselyn, who can't afford to pay for part of the reconstruction they need for their businesses. She does not know much outside of the bakery business and that does not help anyone aside from those who are seeking employment. Hopefully, the boy will be able to do some good for someone. His face turned toward his bird friend, who left its spot from the boy's shoulder and is currently on his forearm seemingly staring at the baskets of bread. The boy's eyes went back to Roselyn and he asked her if he had any bread left to sell, showing her that he has the money to pay. Her soft friendly smile still there, she reached for a good loaf of bread, crusty exterior yet fluffy interior, and handed it over to the boy before accepting his coin."Thank you. Do enjoy the bread and continue to do good work for as many as you can. I should go someplace warm. Take care." ﴾.
BAKER ﴿ ///BASICSTATS▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
➼ KNIT
[Enhancer]
➼ RAIMENT
[Eagle Eye]
➼ RELATIONSHIP STATUS
[Single]
➼ OCCUPATION
[Baker]
➼ MONEY
[Carrying coin]
➼ WITH
[Patrick]
➼ WARDROBE
[A bit cold]
➼ OOC
[Roselyn Exits.]
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2018 11:18 am
Patrick Lockheart ~ The Market District Streets ~ "Thanks, I'll try." Nodding as he handed over the coin, Patrick would unzip his jacket - lifting the loaf up and away from Branwen's prying beak before sliding it inside - against his shirt and zipping it back up. It was a shame that Roselyn didn't want to stick around a little longer, but with her dress far from insulating, the Diviner could understand completely and bid her farewell before turning back towards the Academy.
"Well?" Patrick knew Branwen wasn't impressed and felt her beady eyes glaring at him from where she'd returned to her place upon his shoulder, he knew she was hungry, but the Raven had to learn to wait once every now and again and so he remained firm, yet fair.
"Let's get inside first, Silly Bird." Patrick smiled, lifting his hand and running his fingers around the back of the Raven's head in a light scratching motion before breathing a contented sigh as she leant into the touch, "Looks tasty though, nice and crusty too!" His Aunt always liked making crusty bread as it went best with the broths she liked to experiment with.
Branwen seemed a little disappointed when Patrick ceased in his gently ruffling of the feathers around her neck, but soon he was walking again and she would waste little time in leaning in close against the side of his neck - stealing his warmth as he started his way back towards the Academy.
[ ~ Patrick Leaves Market District for Day Flip ~ ]
Profile
Location: The Market District Streets
Appearance: Wearing This
With: Branwen, Roselyn,
Feeling: Chilly
OoC
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2018 9:35 am
Jesse Randall
~ Leaving their Dorm Room for Market District Streets ~  
The pair would dress swiftly - with Jesse happily accepting the White Scarf that Rin had lent her - it was nice and snug and with her other layers on, she felt a little more ready to face the cold world outside. "I'm actually quite curious about it," She would turn to her friend as Rin mentioned that she might seek out her brother and that the Fox was welcome to tag along if she liked, "You and I both know how I like my fantasy books, but a collection of stories told from around the world? I don't think I've ever come across something like that before..." In truth, Jesse had read a lot of story books that involved demons challenging the heroes and their friends, but an actual book that perhaps told of experiences? - and one that wasn't actually fantasy based...? She was pretty excited to find out what it held within its pages.
Unable to pass the Elementor without acknowledging him, Jesse would hesitate for a moment before quietly arranging to meet up with her friend once she'd found a better-suited coat in the Market, then, waving the Elementor goodbye, she would follow Rin down the corridor towards the Main exit.
Actually reaching the outside proved to be a bit of a shock as the cold wind prickled her skin upon exposure and very nearly turned the female back for the door - but once the pair got moving, Jesse found herself warming up. They would make their way down to the Marketplace at good pace - mainly so the Fennec Child didn't freeze like she felt she might - then once they'd arrived, the pair would set their sights on the clothing stalls in the hopes she might find herself something more substantial - it was a bit of a shame that her Father's Gift, the hoodie that she'd promptly worn to bed the night before, wasn't warm enough, but they soon found a coat that kept her toasty warm and for that she was grateful!
She was initially a little reluctant to relinquish the scarf back to Rin, fearing that without it, she might just freeze...but once she was all buttoned up, the Fox was more than happy to give it back to her friend who perhaps needed it a little more than her now they were outside?
"Thanks so much for your help, Rin," It was so hard not to want to hug her fellow Shifter for what she'd done, but after getting themselves something for breakfast, the Fennec Child would say her goodbyes and then turn her attention to her other meeting that morning...
"The book of Demons! A collection of dark rituals and stories of supernatural entities told from all over the world!" Nanashi's words played back in her mind as she made her way through the snowy Marketplace - he said he'd meet her on the outskirts of the Marketplace so not to annoy Rin again and as she left the bustling streets she would cautiously cover up her ears - to keep them warm - before tuning her other senses in the hopes of tracking down the Elementor...
Profile
Location: Market District Streets
Appearance: Wearing This - hood up
With: Rin
Feeling: Content, Curious yet secretly Excited
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2018 9:40 pm
﴾NAME﴿
[Sarai Kuuma & Merek Dracolatus Wildfire] ﴾AGE﴿
[24 & 35] ﴾SEXUAL ORIENTATION﴿
[Bisexual & Heterosexual]It has certainly been nice to spend time with Emma for the past two days. Did it cause Sarai to slack off on her duties? A little bit, and that could be costly for her in the future. With Diane leading the barracks, and the city still in recovery and high alert, there is pressure on Sarai to shape up the guards more than she had done before. As much as she would rather be at the tavern, hugging Emma and lifting her into the air to demonstrate her great strength, she has to work. Every guard has been given long patrol schedules and they are to keep an eye on suspicious activity. It can be difficult to tell from a friend from foe, but that is what she and the other guards are supposed to do."Hmm...perhaps I should bring something back to the tavern when I am finished for the day..."Merek had to be on his own today, away from the academy, friends and loved ones. It is not that he no longer loves his job or the people in his lives, especially his companion Atem and his love Larina, but sometimes stepping away from it all is what he needs to truly appreciate what he has. As a part of this odd journey for him today, he has abstained himself from food and only focused on his surroundings. Of course, he made sure not to put himself in a place where food is easily accessible. All he carried on his person is money, a journal, and a pencil. In this journal, he wrote all about his recent work, starting from the attack two months ago to where he is right now. This was important for him to write down, as there were certain treatments aside from his raiment that proved more effective than others he did before. In addition, he wrote about his relationships, giving a lot of attention to his nurse Larina. His precious white rose, such a delicate flower who has yet to fully bloom. He can see the beauty she possesses within her, but he needs to work on her confidence in order for that beauty to surface. It has been a challenge so far, but he does not intend to give up. After he finished his writing, he sat down someplace in the market that was not overly crowded and allowed himself to become lost with what the world in front of him has to offer, whether it was the joy or sorrow of people passing by or the feel of the cold weather."Help! Somebody help me!!" ﴾.I am a strong woman.
My strength is not my muscles
Nor is it my skills
But the heart of a warrior within.
2ND|LIEUTANENT ﴿ ///BASICSTATS▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
➼ KNIT
[Celebrar & Diviner]
➼ RAIMENT
[Mesmerizing Presence & Wound Transference]
➼ RELATIONSHIP STATUS
[Taken & Taken]
➼ OCCUPATION
[Eoana Guard & Academy Doctor]
➼ MONEY
[Yes]
➼ WITH
[No one]
➼ WARDROBE
[Winter Armor & [Winter]]
➼ OOC
[N/A]
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The_littlest_dragonfly Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2018 3:18 pm
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[ - Enter to Market Streets - ]
Glancing behind him, his gaze narrowed as he caught sight of the black tiger following behind. It seemed that Cyrus was merely following his trail in the snow. “Persistent b*****d…” He growled, to himself with a smirk. Was he really surprised? He was a guard after all and it was his job to follow suspicious characters and he was the definition of suspicious. Picking up the pace, he headed down a side street, taking various twists and turns, partially getting lost in the city – luckily for him he knew exactly where he was going.
In no time, he was coming out of a far side street into one of the shadier parts of the city. Just as he’d expected, there was practically no one out and about due to the snow and the storm. He didn’t blame them – the wind was slipping into all the cracks and crevices of his outfit. Ignoring the cold, he back-tracked down the main street, ignoring the side streets and keeping an eye on his back as he moved. Taking his time, he headed toward the tree line – if he hadn’t lost the tiger in the back alleys then he’d lose him in the forest as a last result.
Even if the guard caught him, what was he going to do? Arrest him for being at the barracks? A place that any civilian could go to to report a crime or post a message on the task board? The only thing that the guy could get him for were the daggers and there was no proof they'd been at the barracks, or that he'd taken them. Nope, there was nothing the guard could arrest him for...but that didnt mean he wanted to get caught. Nope, that wasnt going to happen.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2018 1:18 am
Cyrus Marshall ~ The City Barracks ~ With the streets almost practically vacant of all life - due to most citizens who were in their right minds remaining inside and sheltering from the storm - Cyrus had the relatively simple-ish task of following the intruder by both his faint scent upon the wind - and also by a single desire-line ploughed out through the snow through which he'd made his exit... Although the world around him was bathed in white, shadows cast by the drifted snow allowed him a better chance of defining the troughs in the powder which lay just infront of him...at least until they reached the better trodden paths of the market streets.
A better trodden walkway meant the snow was more compacted here, so the Tiger knew he had to change his tactics... Taking on his Shifter Form, the Black Tiger continued his pursuit - grateful that his claws gave him some traction on the slippery streets.
As a guard, he knew well how those who were trying to 'lose' a pursuer would try anything they could in order to give them the slip - and although it meant he might just lose sight of his 'prey' Cyrus started to slow his pace a little - Taking a more gradual approach, he would hopefully be able to pick out the slightest detail of a trail that might just have been overlooked by any of the other guards who tended to focus more on chasing down their prey rather than stalking them from a few paces behind...
With his eyes scrutinising every drift - hoping to pick out a stray print from his target's boots - it wasn't until he lifted his gaze that the Tiger would realise he had wandered into a part of the town less frequented by the guard - mainly down to certain individuals disliking their presence and finding it amusing to pick on anyone who didn't go there without a comrade as backup... It was perhaps by his lucky stars that the storm played somewhat into his hand here - with people sheltering inside he was less likely to find himself approached, but still...
"...Where are you going?" scanning the area before advancing, Cyrus would be grateful for his ever-quiet paws making little sound upon the snow, but as he reached the main street where the trail grew harder to define he came to a stop... With the wider space allowing the snowstorm more coverage, the Tiger knew the trail would quickly be covered and so lifted his nose to the wind... Snow crystals chilled his senses as he inhaled, making him sneeze, but the strange scent still hung there - if only fleetingly...
Knowing if the storm were to ease, he'd be caught alone in the lesser-appreciating side of town, Cyrus would breathe a sigh and back-track down the main street - it seemed the easiest option, rather than heading back through the rabbit-warren of twists and turns that were the alleyways...besides, there was little chance he'd be able to pursue the individual having slowed down to a pace that only allowed him to track his target...
It was as he was thinking up some excuse to explain his absence from the Barracks and why he went to the shadier parts of the marketplace alone that the Tiger would spot a depression in the snow heading for the treeline... Was it possibly the same individual? The snowstorm was already filling the trail, but it had to be worth a shot...right? Turning to follow, Cyrus would once again take up the pursuit - still at a gradual pace, but quick enough that he hoped not to lose the trail before it became swallowed up by the snow...or the forest which loomed ever closer.
At one point in the back of his mind, there was the consideration to circle back and seek out another guard or two to assist, but with the depression in the snow becoming less defined with each drifting flake, the Tiger decided he would answer to any disciplinary when he returned and focus on the path ahead - wherever it took him.
Profile
Location: The City Barracks
Clothing: As seen
With: A mysterious Intruder
Feeling: Suspicious
OoC
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2018 4:48 pm
Eoana City Guard || Aldaine De'Fraye
[Where:] Market Streets [With:] Cyrus [Feeling:] Cautious [Outfit:] Cloaked light armour, unmasked
[OOC:]
Aldaine quickly gave chase to Cyrus, the question of why the tiger was running towards the market district ever present in his mind. However, questions could wait until the jaguar found his comrade, if misfortunate circumstances had occurred, Cyrus surely required assistance, and as a city guard, Aldaine was obligated to assist his fellow guardsmen, superior or otherwise. While following the tiger’s scent, Aldaine picked up the aroma of another’s presences, one he didn’t recognise. Who could it have been? Was there an intruder at HQ? Regardless, Aldaine persisted on, dashing his way through the narrow, winding shortcuts through the alleyways he has familiarised himself with in order to catch up to the tiger.
Eventually, after a good while, Aldaine came to realise he had entered into a more…undesirable location of the city, of which little patrols of the city guard were stationed. However, such trivia held no interest for Aldaine at the moment, he needed to find Cyrus and quickly, a simple task made tedious by the ever violent storm. “Agh, damned weather…” Aldaine cursed, making his way through the snowy, chilled dark streets. His eye scanned every nook and cranny, being sure to keep it pealed for any suspicious looking individuals. However, much to the jaguar’s relief, he spotted the tiger in the distance. Making a light jog over to the second lieutenant, Aldaine called out “Cyrus!”
Upon reaching the tiger shifter, Aldaine inquired as to what had the lieutenant wired up, his voiced donning a concerned tone, “I saw you running from the barracks, you seems distressed…what happened?” As Aldaine questioned his superior for information, he kept his eyes on the surrounding environment. Something didn’t feel right. One might have called what the jaguar was feeling paranoia but still, given the events two months ago, one couldn’t afford to be too careful. Regardless he awaited Cyrus’ reply…
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2018 2:24 pm
Cyrus Marshall ~ Market District Streets ~ "Who the...!?" At the sound of someone calling his name, the Tiger would flinch, his ears flicking backwards in mild frustration as he knew that any time wasted would allow the intruder to slip further from his grasp... Still, he recognised that voice and turned his head to face the Jaguar as he advanced before returning to his human form to fill him in on the details...
"There isn't much time to waste," he would start, his voice a little gruffer than usual as his eyes scrutinised the fading trail that appeared to lead into the forest, "Someone infiltrated the Barracks, they were leaving the Armoury when I saw them..." As a location where access wasn't freely granted to civilians, Cyrus hoped this was enough to raise his fellow Shifter's suspicions and set him on his side, but if not, then he had to hope that Aldaine would just accept that they needed to make haste with their pursuit and hope he had the chance to explain better once they had found their target,
"I tracked him this far, but with the snowstorm, the trail is fading fast..." Shaking off a shiver, the Tiger would turn his attention back to the ever-filling depression in the snow before glancing back to his comrade, "I'll understand if you think this is but a goose-chase, but I need to get moving before the trail disappears altogether..." He would wait for Aldaine's answer only briefly before pushing on through the snow and towards the forest where it appeared his target had gone to ground... Profile
Location: Market District Streets
Clothing: As seen
With: A mysterious Intruder, Aldaine
Feeling: Suspicious, Frustrated
OoC ""
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2018 2:40 pm
Eoana City Guard || Aldaine De'Fraye
[Where:] Market District [With:] Cyrus [Feeling:] Focused [Outfit:] Cloaked light armour, unmasked
[OOC:]
Aldaine’s gaze darkened as Cyrus filled him in on what was going on. It seemed as though the jaguar’ suspicions were well founded. There had indeed been an intruder at the barracks. Whether it was one of the extremists or some other felon, they could not abide an intruder within their own HQ by any means.
“I understand. In that case, we’re wasting time. I’ll accompany you Second lieutenant.” Aldaine stated formally. In truth, it didn’t matter of Cyrus permitted him to follow or outright refused him. Aldaine would be damned if he abandoned his colleague and superior for any reason, even an order. Indeed, Cyrus may have been Aldaine’s superior, but past that, they had become friends. Aldaine would not let such go to waste…regardless of how many times he failed in the past…
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