outside menudo cabin ; saturday afternoon
Sam's head hurt. It had been hurting since the Council meeting and no amount of Tylenol or sleep had kicked it. The Council meeting hadn't been bad, it'd just been overwhelming. Between Brannoc's intent gaze, Kell giving him an obviously wide berth, Ariana's inherent distrust of new members, and Pello's inane babbling, Sam felt completely out of his league. At first, he'd been worried about being treated like a sideshow. Come see the man that killed Douglas Montgomery and hey, while you're at it, take a looked at the vampire next to me! Douglas Montgomery had been powerful and strong. He was just a kid. He was a newly discovered necromancer who hadn't killed anyone until three months ago.
The trip to Seattle hadn't been that bad. He'd gotten to see Ramon and Frank. Ramon was recovering nicely and adapting to his new status as a were-bear. Frank hadn't cracked under the pressure of taking care of the house and Ramon so Sam felt comfortable leaving again.
Now, he was sitting on the steps of the cabin he'd been assigned, sunglasses shading his eyes. He probably looked hungover or maybe just exhausted but he felt neither. He just wished his damn headache would go away. There were still bandages on his busted elbows but even that might not be necessary. Mostly, he just wanted to make sure he didn't rip open scabs when he went skateboarding.
Skateboarding was gonna have to wait today. Sam was contenting himself with sitting out in the sun, enjoying the mild day with a bottle of water. Brooke and Ashley hadn't popped up for a few days and Sam either suspected they were pissed because he hadn't done any dead raising lately or they were busy.
Maybe he'd take a trip to the mainland tonight and do some necromancing. He had no one that he needed to raise but he figured he could find a name, raise him up briefly before letting him rest again. It was what necromancers did, right?
Right.
[He's outside so the post is open]
The trip to Seattle hadn't been that bad. He'd gotten to see Ramon and Frank. Ramon was recovering nicely and adapting to his new status as a were-bear. Frank hadn't cracked under the pressure of taking care of the house and Ramon so Sam felt comfortable leaving again.
Now, he was sitting on the steps of the cabin he'd been assigned, sunglasses shading his eyes. He probably looked hungover or maybe just exhausted but he felt neither. He just wished his damn headache would go away. There were still bandages on his busted elbows but even that might not be necessary. Mostly, he just wanted to make sure he didn't rip open scabs when he went skateboarding.
Skateboarding was gonna have to wait today. Sam was contenting himself with sitting out in the sun, enjoying the mild day with a bottle of water. Brooke and Ashley hadn't popped up for a few days and Sam either suspected they were pissed because he hadn't done any dead raising lately or they were busy.
Maybe he'd take a trip to the mainland tonight and do some necromancing. He had no one that he needed to raise but he figured he could find a name, raise him up briefly before letting him rest again. It was what necromancers did, right?
Right.
[He's outside so the post is open]