Chapter 1: Part 9: Enemy spotted! Prepare for evasive menuviors!
Annabelle Winston[10]: You settle down and eat breakfast. It's strange, everyone around you is living like it's the 3rd century, but here you are, with a breakfast of eggs and toast, like any normal day. Jammy practically shoves the food down his throat and runs out the door like a bat out of hell, looking like has somewhere to be. After you eat, you settle down, and begin trying to decide where you might find more people like you and Jammy. You decide that anyone else like you would likely start off like you, confused and unsure of what to do. As such, you wander around looking for anyone out of place. The city is large, and you avoid any back ally short cuts, you don't want a repeat of what happened last night, and so it takes you a while to find something, but boy, do you find something. Walking around in a rich part of the city, the temperature begins to heat up. You move closer to the source of heat, and see a man in a pinstriped suit staring at the rooftops, following his line of sight, you see a young man with long brown hair in a ponytail. The man in the suit turns to you. "Another one?" he sighs, "what are the odds."
Jammy Nervermer[10]: You eat breakfast, and as you do, you remember your job as a guard at the brothel. You stuff the food down your throats, deciding you'll digest on the way, and start tearing it to the brothel. When you arrive, your probably ex boss is standing at the entrance. As you walk towards him, the air seems to chill, but it's probably just the frosty look he's giving you. "Your late," he says, "very late. You have one chance to explain yourself, go." You begin recounting your story, how you ran into a girl in an alley, and how you saved her from the crooks, leaving out the parts about both of you being anti Serapis, of course. When you finish your story, the man walks up to you, his looks not changing, and he... pats you on the back, a smile breaking out on his face. "That's the kind of man we need working here," he says with a smile "the kind of guy who knows what's right and wrong, and isn't afraid to beat the crap out of anyone who is doing what's wrong." His looks turn frosty again. "However," he threatens, "if you blow your job off again tonight, you won't have a job to blow off a third time, got it?" You vigorously nod your head, just glad you still have a job. As the man walks back in, you relax, and it feels li,e the air hearts back up. Yup walk away, a little more relaxed.
Jason/Octavian Grey[3]+2: You can't figure much out, you can really only tell that there s a fish skeleton, and in all likelihood, someone brought it along on a trip and tossed it over to the side when they finished it.
Carter Gram[7]: You look around and find... pretty much nothing. Nothing looks out off the ordinary, no footprints, no wagon tracks, not even any animal prints. No cursed former humans or Eragon references either. It's pretty much just a normal day in the desert, which is weird in its own right. Looks like the boy covered his tracks after all.
Russel "Fish" Fischer[8]+1: You set up on the rooftops in a wealthy part of town. Your reporter instincts not dulled at all by this new world, you get to work. You sign noting anyone and everyone who goes on and out of the richest building. It's mostly just servants going in for their daily labor, the high time for this kind of thing would be afternoons, but you'll just wait until it is the afternoon of you have to. It's slow work, occasionally you see someone who looks important, but it's normally just a bodyguard. You do get a lot of info on the general lay out, and of the routines of people who work outside, but it's not all that useful for you right now. Part way through the day, you catch your lucky break. Out of the main entrance, flanked by two muscular looking guards, is a very important looking man, in a very important looking suit. As he steps out, you can feel the air temperature increase by a couple degrees. As he walks away, to cools back down. You quickly note down everything you can about him, his short, greying, brown hair, slim frame, navy blue pin striped suit and leather shoes, would not look out of place on Wall Street, but they look very out of place here. The man goes off to the agora and you wait for him to come back, knowing you found your mark. Later, when he comes back, the temperature rises again. As he reaches the gates, the man lets out a sigh. With that, he turns and stares directly at you, and the air temperature, jumps to blazing.
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