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

[annihilist]

It feels a little like talking with a sullen teenager, though the remark on company suggests that Zephyr has more reason to be sullen than purely uninformed dislike. Zephyr has friends, somewhere, and circumstances when he needs them. The instinct to dig into that is on the tip of his tongue, a barb always at the ready - but he doesn't say what comes to mind. If Devin decides to rip into him, he will at least do so based on grounded observation, and facts where possible.

And, as it happens, Devin has had a similar experience when it comes to the right company.

"Seeing as I live in an apartment, yes," he says dryly. "I am aware of both the concept and its practical application. Keep your eyes up if you want to see what a place is like," Devin suggests. He pauses and looks down the street with intensity he might otherwise reserve for a glare. "Watch the people, not the streets, and they'll show you something you won't find on any map. You might even learn something, if you're paying attention."

[spiralpatterns]

"And yet, if I keep my eyes up, I run the risk of tripping into ditches again." This is with a flash of self-deprecating humor; he's giving up the pretense that he meant to do that.

Hands still in pockets, Zephyr starts ambling down the street, jerking his chin at Devin. "Fair enough. If you've got something else to say, you can people-watch and talk with me." Because he doesn't really feel like giving this guy a whole lot of time out of his plans, but-- well, Zephyr's been wrong about people before.

Occasionally.