making up for lost time... Friday to thursday night.
The weekend had flashed by. Ignatious had spent most of it in his room sleeping and thinking - like some strange sort of mountain-top hermit. He had thought about the Etherium and it's crew, his captain; Peacard, the pirates, Tennyo, home, weather or not Wesley or the other two crew members where alive. He blamed him self for most of it at first, but after a day or two with only himself as company to hear him talking his worries aloud - he came to the conclusion later that most of this was not his fault. Most of it. He still couldn't figure out why that grotesque iridescent woman let him live, the only lead he had was that she liked him. That thought alone made him shudder. He had asked Grendel if he had any idea why she would have left him - that was when Iggy realized there wasn't a good reason for it. The woman was most likely insane - but that was obvious.
Ignatious had finally stopped puzzling over his questions and left his room early Tuesday morning. He was feeling like himself for the first time since his ship had been attacked.
He walked through town and stopped by the Etherium to ask Pendragon what he had done with Tennyo. Their chat had been brief and ended with Pendragon asking if Ignatious had made his mind up about staying with the ship. He told Pendragon the truth - No, he hadn't. Ignatious didn't talk to any of the crew, he only caught a glimpse of a rather pale woman on the deck. He paid her no mind as he headed towards the asylum.
He didn't stay there long. He took a tour of the grounds and facilities. Ignatious didn't want to see Tennyo - seeing her might change his mind. He thanked the personnel and handed them a small envelope of money that he had withdrawn earlier. They would be sure to take care of her.
After a long walk and some food - Ignatious found a quiet place in a park to practice his technique with his sword. It had been far too long since the last time he had done this but still - his movements where powerful and fluid, his blade rarely stopped moving. To the few that stopped to watch, he looked as if he was taking part in some strange yet beautiful dance. After he was done he sharpened and cleaned the sword and it's sheath before he took a bath and retreated to his room once more to think out his last thoughts and decide if he was really going to return to the Etherium.
He wondered if Kivara was in the city. Perhaps he would seek her out in a day or two. But for now it suited him just fine to be alone in his tiny rented room.
Ignatious had finally stopped puzzling over his questions and left his room early Tuesday morning. He was feeling like himself for the first time since his ship had been attacked.
He walked through town and stopped by the Etherium to ask Pendragon what he had done with Tennyo. Their chat had been brief and ended with Pendragon asking if Ignatious had made his mind up about staying with the ship. He told Pendragon the truth - No, he hadn't. Ignatious didn't talk to any of the crew, he only caught a glimpse of a rather pale woman on the deck. He paid her no mind as he headed towards the asylum.
He didn't stay there long. He took a tour of the grounds and facilities. Ignatious didn't want to see Tennyo - seeing her might change his mind. He thanked the personnel and handed them a small envelope of money that he had withdrawn earlier. They would be sure to take care of her.
After a long walk and some food - Ignatious found a quiet place in a park to practice his technique with his sword. It had been far too long since the last time he had done this but still - his movements where powerful and fluid, his blade rarely stopped moving. To the few that stopped to watch, he looked as if he was taking part in some strange yet beautiful dance. After he was done he sharpened and cleaned the sword and it's sheath before he took a bath and retreated to his room once more to think out his last thoughts and decide if he was really going to return to the Etherium.
He wondered if Kivara was in the city. Perhaps he would seek her out in a day or two. But for now it suited him just fine to be alone in his tiny rented room.