When I'm as cold as a dying stone
[It's not that Fenris is completely unaccustomed to cold. He's been to less than temperate regions before, and lived through plenty of seasons that were equally less than temperate. An escaped slave on the run has to endure plenty of unpleasant conditions, and he hadn't always been in the position to be well-equipped for the environments he was driven to. What coin he'd ever had at his disposal had, of course, had to be stolen, since he'd rarely had the opportunity to take time enough off of running to even do anything as simple as mercenary work.
But it's been years now since he was on the run. He's become used to having a home, somewhere to hole up during the colder months - Danarius' abandoned mansion had its fireplace, and his house in Mayfield has a heating system he doesn't question, even if he luxuriates in it. So suddenly having that taken away catches him unprepared, to say the least. It's not as though he's usually equipped for cold - mostly he just wears his armor, which being metal conducts cold well, on top of it leaving a decent amount of skin exposed in any case. He doesn't even usually wear shoes.
So he's a bit more cranky than usual, to say the least.]
[Phone]
Are the usual torments of this place not enough, that now they try to kill us by inches? Is there some point to this, beyond seeing who freezes first? Do even our captors know what they're doing by now, or have they become as confused and aimless as their captives? Certainly if there is any logic to anything that's happened since I've arrived here, I cannot discern it.
[Action]
[Despite Fenris' cold and complaints, the fact is that he has responsibilities. Bethany can take care of herself for the most part - or at least Fenris doesn't want to be the one to suggest otherwise to her - but he also has Sara to think of, and he's quite fond of Sara. There's also Roxas; even if Fenris doesn't know the boy particularly well, he still has some degree of duty to look out for him. Fenris may not place much weight on the housing system in general, but he's not quite so callous as to tell a boy being forced to live with him that he has to look after himself. That means providing for them, to such degree as he's able.
So Fenris can be found prowling through the stores of Mayfield today, procuring general necessities and food. You may simply run into him in the aisles...or you might find that you have your hand on the last item on a shelf that's also being gripped by a menacing-looking gauntlet, and facing a rather uncompromising green-eyed glare.]
But it's been years now since he was on the run. He's become used to having a home, somewhere to hole up during the colder months - Danarius' abandoned mansion had its fireplace, and his house in Mayfield has a heating system he doesn't question, even if he luxuriates in it. So suddenly having that taken away catches him unprepared, to say the least. It's not as though he's usually equipped for cold - mostly he just wears his armor, which being metal conducts cold well, on top of it leaving a decent amount of skin exposed in any case. He doesn't even usually wear shoes.
So he's a bit more cranky than usual, to say the least.]
[Phone]
Are the usual torments of this place not enough, that now they try to kill us by inches? Is there some point to this, beyond seeing who freezes first? Do even our captors know what they're doing by now, or have they become as confused and aimless as their captives? Certainly if there is any logic to anything that's happened since I've arrived here, I cannot discern it.
[Action]
[Despite Fenris' cold and complaints, the fact is that he has responsibilities. Bethany can take care of herself for the most part - or at least Fenris doesn't want to be the one to suggest otherwise to her - but he also has Sara to think of, and he's quite fond of Sara. There's also Roxas; even if Fenris doesn't know the boy particularly well, he still has some degree of duty to look out for him. Fenris may not place much weight on the housing system in general, but he's not quite so callous as to tell a boy being forced to live with him that he has to look after himself. That means providing for them, to such degree as he's able.
So Fenris can be found prowling through the stores of Mayfield today, procuring general necessities and food. You may simply run into him in the aisles...or you might find that you have your hand on the last item on a shelf that's also being gripped by a menacing-looking gauntlet, and facing a rather uncompromising green-eyed glare.]