catchall | September | open

[spiralpatterns]

Characters: Zephyr, X, anyone else who feels like it
Date: Septemberish
Location: Dreaming Bridge, Aifaran
Situation: Many, lots
Warnings/Rating: Will warn in thread headers if it gets there



A | X | Dreaming Bridge | Closed

"Hey, buddy, got a sec?" This is without preamble as Zephyr ambles home one day from another of his assorted odd jobs. He flops headlong into his bunk without waiting for an answer; but he adjusts after a moment to look sidelong over at X, thoughtful.

He doesn't actually bother to get up.

B | Faith 2 | Open

"Please hide me." This is said very earnestly as Zephyr ducks into the shop and heads for the nearest friendly Dreamperson. He jerks his head outside; there's a Ban Om acolyte just standing there. Watching. Smiling.

Zephyr looks, to say the least, harried.

C | Meta 1 | Open

So Zephyr's been doing a bit of exploring this month, more consciously than simply going where work takes him. Looking into areas he likes, areas that might have nice apartments to live in. Places he could consciously call a home, instead of just kind of... drifting.

Unfortunately, today the yimo's mapping is on the fritz. Seems like interference, but who's he to judge? Zephyr trips into a ditch, mutters a curse, and thumps it before shoving it back into his pocket. There is some muttering to himself. "That's what I get for trying to use a damn map, I guess."

Comments

B

[rutility]

"This isn't even my shop -" Rutile begins to say as Zephyr makes his way toward them, but Zephyr's expression is one of desperation and they are too surprised to do much more than blink and let him through.

The shop itself is one of those slightly shady pawn shops whose sole advertising is cheap paper signs declaring GOLD FOR RHINN outside select establishments in Aifaran. Rutile is near the window when Zephyr ducks behind them and gestures out the window; Rutile sees the acolyte soon after, and understands immediately.

"Don't worry," they assure Zephyr, "no one respectable would ever enter a place like this. If they do, I'm sure the proprietor will chase them out in due course. He certainly seems on the verge of giving me the same treatment."

It's because they have neither gold nor rhinn, but that's not the point.

[spiralpatterns]

"Doesn't have to be your shop for you to be a meat shield," Zephyr says, mostly joking. He angles himself to better hide behind Rutile, and then considers Rutile with some thoughtfulness. "Or. Not meat. You know what I mean."

Probably. Also possibly Zephyr has unintentionally been an asshole, which, well. He prefers to do so on purpose, really.

"I dunno, I think you're plenty respectable." This has to be made clear before Zephyr gives up on hiding behind Rutile and just sits down on the floor. "Let me know when it's clear, will you?"

Or they might both get thrown out. Either way.