7/19/2012
WHO: Dominick and Ezra
WHERE: Downtown Abaton
WHEN: July 19, 2012; mid-late afternoon
WHY: Looking for trouble is better than sitting still.
The sun was shining lazily down the long streets, painting the rooftops and windows gold, and a gentle breeze cut through the slowly fading heat. It was a good afternoon to go wandering through the city, and the promise of a few more hours of daylight made confidence come easily. Ezra sat on a bench outside a small restaurant and sipped at his pop, wondering what kinds of places demons would hide.
Waiting back at Adessi was making him antsy. Trading questions back and forth with Locrine through the mailboxes was fun, but it pounded in just how few answers they all had... so he'd decided to go looking for some. If he ended up jumping at shadows all afternoon, he'd feel better knowing he hadn't wasted anyone else's time. If he got lucky... well, hopefully the demons would be friendly, and have more useful information he could pass on to the others.
Hopefully. He really wasn't a fast runner. Sighing, Ezra rose and tossed his can into a trash bin. Every city had ghost stories, but now he wished he'd payed a little more attention to them when he'd moved to Abaton. Looking in places people tried to avoid seemed like a good first step.
(ooc: sorry about the long-ass wait! :c )
WHERE: Downtown Abaton
WHEN: July 19, 2012; mid-late afternoon
WHY: Looking for trouble is better than sitting still.
The sun was shining lazily down the long streets, painting the rooftops and windows gold, and a gentle breeze cut through the slowly fading heat. It was a good afternoon to go wandering through the city, and the promise of a few more hours of daylight made confidence come easily. Ezra sat on a bench outside a small restaurant and sipped at his pop, wondering what kinds of places demons would hide.
Waiting back at Adessi was making him antsy. Trading questions back and forth with Locrine through the mailboxes was fun, but it pounded in just how few answers they all had... so he'd decided to go looking for some. If he ended up jumping at shadows all afternoon, he'd feel better knowing he hadn't wasted anyone else's time. If he got lucky... well, hopefully the demons would be friendly, and have more useful information he could pass on to the others.
Hopefully. He really wasn't a fast runner. Sighing, Ezra rose and tossed his can into a trash bin. Every city had ghost stories, but now he wished he'd payed a little more attention to them when he'd moved to Abaton. Looking in places people tried to avoid seemed like a good first step.
(ooc: sorry about the long-ass wait! :c )