Dec 17 11:14:38 105 PA
From Chronicles
Weather at Thu Dec 17 11:14:38 105 PA (2.23C, 36.01F): A light drizzle of rain is roughly tossed around by bullying but mild wind. Monolithic gray clouds uniformly shift slowly overhead, almost ominous in nature.
Participents: Raina, Vargus, Joachim
A moment before she chuckles to herself and turns. Though she's stayed for a moment when Joachim questions her. The heavily cloaked female peers at him from under her hood a moment before favoring him with a toothy 'grin'. "Meat, honey. But don't worry, I don't eat what thinks." She'll land a hand heavily on his shoulder twice in a firm pat before she starts off to the south once more.
Vargus gives Vyvian an odd look as she departs. "...all meat thinks. Animals aren't furry veggies." He tilts his head to look over at Joachim, "What'cha got there, kid? Seem to be taking a lot of notes. Might make a few people a bit paranoid."
Raina shakes her head at the fleeing Ordo. "Is it just me, or is that one desidedly odd the edge of sanity?" She turns to peek into a display window or two as she continues towards deeper into town.
Joachim simply looks after Vyvian as she goes, giving a slight sigh and closing the book without writing anything. He turns to the Yelub and Vargus, his eyebrow furrowing with concern, "Ah, that may've been a little forward, huh?" Looking slightly sheepish, he shakes his head, slipping the notebook back into his knapsack. "Just a lot of notes, really. Just got a little excited, I guess. I'm not usually so uncouth's that, I promise." With a grin, he asks, "My name's Joachim, by the way."
It's getting further on in the morning, time passing as it has want to do. The snow flurries have slowed down and left a light dusting over the market square as people begin to fill out the place, lining up at various stalls or just meandering about to see what is available. A small group of people are clustered off to one side of market: Yelub, Joachim and Vargus are standing in conversation range of each other, apparently just starting to talk. Raina is a little bit away from the other three, a short scruffy man walking away from the woman and down the street, mumbling something to himself about finger-wiggling.
Vargus looks to Joachim and shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. I'm Blake Vargus. Just.. odd to see someone stop and start sketching in the middle of the street. Are the sights around here so odd that they garner that kind of reaction?"
"They're a bit different'n I'm used to, but probably not," Joachim chuckles to himself, "it's more've a hobby, I suppose. I've my fair share of 'em." With a shrug, he says, "I don't know, I think I got a little bit over zealous, there."
Raina shakes her head at something she spots in one of hte windows, then glances around the square as she muls over if her creds would cover that purchase or not.
Wandering along at a casual pace, and armed to the teeth in an almost litteral sense, much like many a mercenary to be found around Kingsdale, is Kesslan. The alien feline going around with his helmet strapped to the top of his backpack. His seemingly blind, pupilless, dead white gaze sweeping the area around him with some obvious curriosity. More invisibly, traveling with him is a light level of radiation. Nowhere near harmful at the moment. But then that's only because of the armor he wears, for without it being around him too long can indeed be quite unhealthy.
Joachim has reconnected. Tags: joachim, raina, vargus
