[Incomplete]
Who: Peony, Jade, Distface
When: Early Evening, backdated to a few nights ago.
Where: Peony, Nephry & Dist’s ‘Home’.
Rating: PG, probably. The Emperor has a way with words.
Warnings: Dist Nibbling
Summary: Peony demands company to aid him in weaning at his reserve of alcohol, and teasing Dist mercilessly… also, they might go for a stroll.
While most of the populace of this grim place seemed content to prioritize food, drink, and shelter above all else, Jade was somewhat more of a realist. Feeling at ease that Peony nor Nephry would be in any great danger, secluded in a cozy enough building nook as they were-with Luke’s sword close at had should defense become necessary, he’d decided not to join them in ‘settling down’. Granted, while the hunger grated at his nerves, it wasn’t intense enough to truly brother him; after all, one should get used to an empty stomach if that was going to be the norm. Moreover, if this was a form of ‘hell’, then they were already, in a sense, ‘dead’. Normal rules would not apply. One could, he suspected, in fact not ‘die’ here. So food, drink, and shelter were pointless to survival.
Therefore, it had been more prudent to explore the city than secure these items. Taking in what he could about the streets, the dual layers, the unique brand of monsters, and how to guard himself without use of fonic artes… what he wouldn’t do for a mirror, at this point. Vain curiosity did get the better of him, and he’d come to wonder whether or not his eyes had returned to brown.
However… while Jade was a realist, he was also an alcoholic.
So, at Peony’s mention of his stocks of wine, and his willingness to share, Jade had to bite the bullet. Avoiding Dist could not last forever, unfortunate as it was. This was hell, after all.
So, sighing near-audibly, Jade brought up a hand, letting his knuckles rap the front door to Peony’s home.
Perhaps the visit would be therapeutic. But that was doubtful.
When: Early Evening, backdated to a few nights ago.
Where: Peony, Nephry & Dist’s ‘Home’.
Rating: PG, probably. The Emperor has a way with words.
Warnings: Dist Nibbling
Summary: Peony demands company to aid him in weaning at his reserve of alcohol, and teasing Dist mercilessly… also, they might go for a stroll.
While most of the populace of this grim place seemed content to prioritize food, drink, and shelter above all else, Jade was somewhat more of a realist. Feeling at ease that Peony nor Nephry would be in any great danger, secluded in a cozy enough building nook as they were-with Luke’s sword close at had should defense become necessary, he’d decided not to join them in ‘settling down’. Granted, while the hunger grated at his nerves, it wasn’t intense enough to truly brother him; after all, one should get used to an empty stomach if that was going to be the norm. Moreover, if this was a form of ‘hell’, then they were already, in a sense, ‘dead’. Normal rules would not apply. One could, he suspected, in fact not ‘die’ here. So food, drink, and shelter were pointless to survival.
Therefore, it had been more prudent to explore the city than secure these items. Taking in what he could about the streets, the dual layers, the unique brand of monsters, and how to guard himself without use of fonic artes… what he wouldn’t do for a mirror, at this point. Vain curiosity did get the better of him, and he’d come to wonder whether or not his eyes had returned to brown.
However… while Jade was a realist, he was also an alcoholic.
So, at Peony’s mention of his stocks of wine, and his willingness to share, Jade had to bite the bullet. Avoiding Dist could not last forever, unfortunate as it was. This was hell, after all.
So, sighing near-audibly, Jade brought up a hand, letting his knuckles rap the front door to Peony’s home.
Perhaps the visit would be therapeutic. But that was doubtful.