Looking for work (Open)

by **Reaver** on February 2nd, 2011, 9:45 pm

[5 Winter 510av]

Reaver was tired of waiting, watching, studying. He was going out, to look for his work. Maybe people would be less likely to decline his services on their deathbeds, or after a fight. He set out into the night. As he wanders the darker streets, he hopes to come along someone who could use his presence. And with hope glaring full, he expects they will probably try him for slavery again. So many new people.

by **Reaver** on February 3rd, 2011, 6:12 pm

((Self-storytelling again, eh? Well, could be worse.))

Reaver made his way, past the docks, past the initial shopping area around the docks, and past... where he remembered there was a shoe stand there. Where did the shoe stand go? Well, once again, he found himself lost. Go figure today he left his backpack at the house. He brought his medical supplies, that's a plus. And if things should get worse, he could figure out a way back to the port through the waters below the city. Fish tend not get big enough to eat people this close to the city. Well, lost, but alone. Wait, he left to NOT be so alone. Reaver will simply walk around more.

((And THAT is very close to first person. XD))
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((On that note, how much creative freedom am I allowed in this scenario?))

by **Reaver** on February 4th, 2011, 7:48 pm

Reaver sighs, it was at times like these, lost in the dark, no-where to be, and no-one who cares to pay attention to him, that he wished he knew a bit of personal magic. Something to practice, carefully, on his own. ...Hmm... Making his way around, not really caring for why he wanted to know, Reaver decided to try and learn something. Looking about, he found a larger channel, and following it, a smaller shopping area. He simply found a spot he could observe from without seaming dangerous. He looked about the wares of the nearest ship, and realized it was a bakery. Knowing they weren't fond of chatting with his kind, he decided to watch, maybe he'd learn something. Or maybe they'd assume he's a beggar and shoo him away.

by **Reaver** on February 8th, 2011, 7:37 pm

((.))

The baked goods had a nice smell, one Reaver hadn't been introduced to in quite a while. It felt good to smell an old smell once again. As he sat there, attempting to learn, a guard noted his presence. He said with authority, "I don't think you're good for business, Nuit, better get a move on before there's trouble." This message was accompanied by a non-so-pleasant nudge that knocked Reaver from where he sat.

Reaver slowly crawled to his feet, talking as he did so: "Ah, you are quite right. I forgot where I was, I shall trouble you no further. Which way to the dock?" The guard pointed Reaver in the right direction without saying a word, watching him carefully as Reaver made his way out of the guard's sight.

Reaver once again realized why he should be thankful he has a chance at living so long. He has a lot of wasted days.