[Incomplete.]
Who: Lucivar and Wander.
When: Shortly after the bombings - so a bit backdated.
Where: Clock Tower, the town bicycle.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None yet. Just wait until Wander sees what Lucivar looks like. <3
Summary: Wander wanted to help people after the bombing disaster, and Lucivar said he'd meet with him and they could do so together.
The air still smelled of smoke, and the Clock Tower barely loomed any longer, riddled with holes, surrounded by its own entrails in brick and mortar. Wander picked around the stones, flipped them, careful of his sandalled feet. How many must have died from this? How many now lived without homes, food, might even die as a consequence of this? He had never seen so much carnage in his short life.
It was only Lucivar's reminder returning to him that kept his temper from flaring. Whoever did this... he'd get more than enough punishment for his misdeed, and in the meantime there was that much of a greater need to help rebuild, fix things and take care of the wounded. Wander wasn't a medic, or a builder. He wasn't even really a fighter, though his skills had greatly improved since the beginning of his quest for Mono. They had to, or else he'd be dead.
If anything, he could only admit to being a good bowman - and that was hardly a useful trait here, when he didn't even have his bow.
However... with Lucivar there, maybe the two of them could help together - move the rubble, find the bodies, start cleaning up the place. He looked around, rubbing his arms against an uncomfortable chill. Assuming, of course... assuming this stranger would show up, assuming that they would get along at all now that Wander was able to vocalise his thoughts adequately.
He 'hmm'ed softly. Even through the musky smell of a distant fire, he caught the welcome, fresh scent of imminent rain.
When: Shortly after the bombings - so a bit backdated.
Where: Clock Tower, the town bicycle.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None yet. Just wait until Wander sees what Lucivar looks like. <3
Summary: Wander wanted to help people after the bombing disaster, and Lucivar said he'd meet with him and they could do so together.
The air still smelled of smoke, and the Clock Tower barely loomed any longer, riddled with holes, surrounded by its own entrails in brick and mortar. Wander picked around the stones, flipped them, careful of his sandalled feet. How many must have died from this? How many now lived without homes, food, might even die as a consequence of this? He had never seen so much carnage in his short life.
It was only Lucivar's reminder returning to him that kept his temper from flaring. Whoever did this... he'd get more than enough punishment for his misdeed, and in the meantime there was that much of a greater need to help rebuild, fix things and take care of the wounded. Wander wasn't a medic, or a builder. He wasn't even really a fighter, though his skills had greatly improved since the beginning of his quest for Mono. They had to, or else he'd be dead.
If anything, he could only admit to being a good bowman - and that was hardly a useful trait here, when he didn't even have his bow.
However... with Lucivar there, maybe the two of them could help together - move the rubble, find the bodies, start cleaning up the place. He looked around, rubbing his arms against an uncomfortable chill. Assuming, of course... assuming this stranger would show up, assuming that they would get along at all now that Wander was able to vocalise his thoughts adequately.
He 'hmm'ed softly. Even through the musky smell of a distant fire, he caught the welcome, fresh scent of imminent rain.