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seasonsrpg2024-11-08 02:41 pm
rustyhonesty) wrote in seasonsrpg2024-11-08 02:41 pm
[Open Log] I'm just the boy inside the man / Not exactly who you think I am
WHO: Jean Kirstein & Open
WHAT: Casual catch-all
WHEN: November-December
WHERE: All around Nightwake, possibly in the Segments
WARNINGS: I will warn separately in threads when/if they come up
All prompts will be in threads.
You can use brackets or prose, I will match.
WHAT: Casual catch-all
WHEN: November-December
WHERE: All around Nightwake, possibly in the Segments
WARNINGS: I will warn separately in threads when/if they come up
All prompts will be in threads.
You can use brackets or prose, I will match.
Post-event
Though he was very bored. Resting also meant not being able to use the forge. He could be drawing, but he needed a right mindset and being annoyed and bored weren't good for that. Instead he was lazily playing with the shapes of fire above his hand.
He was either at home, on the deck outside, in Sunwaning or in the Blossomcrown Park. Occasionally he was also at the beach in Solarpeak and, out of habit, at the Grand Coliseum in Dayrise. It was tempting to go for a run or stretch, but he was being good.
Sunwaning House
The sound of a bicycle's bell as Rider cycled down toward Jean's Sunwaning home on her granny bike, care package from her Master carefully wrapped up in the basket. At least she seemed to be wearing normal clothing, this time around! She stopped just nearby, checking a note from her pocket to make sure she got the correct address.
"Ah, I think this is the place... yes, that is it."
And as she got closer, she spotted Jean sat on the deck looking sorry for himself. Whilst she wasn't entirely sure what he looked like, this seemed to be the right person. Well, she'd know when he spoke up.
"...Jean?"
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Huh. It's the person he sparred with once. Rider, if he remembers right. Who called Hijikata 'Master'.
"Yeah, that's me", he confirms. "It's been a while."
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"It has. I am glad I was able to find you." Rider got off the bike, pushing down the kick-stand to rest it before fetching the care-package out its basket.
"...My Master was worried about you, after the last expedition, so... he asked me to bring you this."
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Still, it's the thought that counts, isn't it? "I hope he doesn't make you run around for him too much."
Solarpeak Beach - Jean needs better friends lol
Well, this Servant certainly looked out of place manifesting on the beach! But here she was, floating with a care package in her arms, and dark cloak still billowing around her despite their currently location. Her expression was hard to read with her hood up- but the little frown spoke enough for itself. She really did feel bad for him getting hurt protecting her!
ssh, nothing wrong with his friends
"You could have called and I could have told you where I was", Jean says, voice slightly amused. It was really that easy. "What's up?"
Even the disaster friends?
"Oh... perhaps I should have thought of that," Technology was not the default she turned to, even now, "...I wanted to know how you were healing. That, and give you this."
It was with a little hesitation that she handed the care package to him, wrapped up in a dark fabric; she'd put a couple of her home-brewed potions in there, with labels written in a delicate hand, a carved magical charm that resembled an ornate smallsword, and some long, thin sweets of a sort- sweets that certainly looked unskillfully homemade, but she hoped he'd appreciate them all the same.
especially disaster friends
"Thanks. As for healing, it's going alright. Slowly, but I'll manage." Mostly he's just been suffering with boredom. He's fine. "How are you? Please don't tell me you still feel guilty over everything."