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Characters: Saix, Vincent
Content: Finding a place to stay
Location: Vincent and Lucrecia's museum on Spring Street
Time of day: Late afternoon/early evening
Warnings: None
Trust, in Saix's experience, was a strange thing and he had to wonder why he was walking down Spring Street without a single lick of it. He knew the loyalty of promises and the strength to back them, but there was nothing behind the name on a screen he had conversed with not too long ago. He should have turned Vincent down; after all, he knew nothing about him... but then, the same was also true from the other side of the equation. And yet, Vincent had offered a place to stay and Saix hadn't refused. If Vincent was being truthful and he had been in the city for the half year he had claimed, then Saix supposed he knew where it was safe... and that was have to be good enough for the time being.
He finally found the museum- at least, he found the only one that seemed to be on Spring Street, so it had to be the one Vincent had mentioned- and scrutinized the front doors for a moment before easing inside. Being out of the growing cold of the evening was an immediate relief and he paused in the foyer to look around. He had a satchel over one shoulder containing the laptop he'd appropriated the other day. One side of his face was colored by healing bruises especially around his eye and forehead, testament to the altercation he'd been in recently but most of the the soreness had long eased and he'd more or less forgotten about the discoloration; at least he still seemed to have a bit of his previous Nobody hardiness left to him.
"Hello?" he finally called out after a moment, not terribly keen on unwittingly going too far into someone else's domain. Hopefully Vincent was within earshot.
((OOC: Lemme know if I need to change anything about the museum. I tried to keep it as vague as I could.))
Content: Finding a place to stay
Location: Vincent and Lucrecia's museum on Spring Street
Time of day: Late afternoon/early evening
Warnings: None
Trust, in Saix's experience, was a strange thing and he had to wonder why he was walking down Spring Street without a single lick of it. He knew the loyalty of promises and the strength to back them, but there was nothing behind the name on a screen he had conversed with not too long ago. He should have turned Vincent down; after all, he knew nothing about him... but then, the same was also true from the other side of the equation. And yet, Vincent had offered a place to stay and Saix hadn't refused. If Vincent was being truthful and he had been in the city for the half year he had claimed, then Saix supposed he knew where it was safe... and that was have to be good enough for the time being.
He finally found the museum- at least, he found the only one that seemed to be on Spring Street, so it had to be the one Vincent had mentioned- and scrutinized the front doors for a moment before easing inside. Being out of the growing cold of the evening was an immediate relief and he paused in the foyer to look around. He had a satchel over one shoulder containing the laptop he'd appropriated the other day. One side of his face was colored by healing bruises especially around his eye and forehead, testament to the altercation he'd been in recently but most of the the soreness had long eased and he'd more or less forgotten about the discoloration; at least he still seemed to have a bit of his previous Nobody hardiness left to him.
"Hello?" he finally called out after a moment, not terribly keen on unwittingly going too far into someone else's domain. Hopefully Vincent was within earshot.
((OOC: Lemme know if I need to change anything about the museum. I tried to keep it as vague as I could.))