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agentlelog2019-03-03 07:48 pm
thricefold) wrote in agentlelog2019-03-03 07:48 pm
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( log 02. 🔮 locked. )
Who: Zita and Mordred.
When: March 03.
Where: The Docks.
What: A normal trip through the city soon makes the two realise there are dark nights ahead. (An influence job log focused on the Dark Knight task.)
Warnings: Depictions of violence.
When: March 03.
Where: The Docks.
What: A normal trip through the city soon makes the two realise there are dark nights ahead. (An influence job log focused on the Dark Knight task.)
Warnings: Depictions of violence.
[ if you asked her how this happened, the most zita could (sheepishly) say is that she's not all that good when it comes to direction. it's never been her strongest skill and it's never been a skill she thought she would need to strengthen over time.
now? she wishes she had given it more focus when she was studying or learning something. at least learned how to read a map properly before her arrival here, mostly because...
well... mostly because it would mean that she and mordred wouldn't be in this very awkward situation of theirs: lost in the streets that should be taking them back to the queen's residence, not sending them on a wild goose chase through alleyways and strange, winding paths that might be taking them further and further from their current home-of-sorts. ]
I think we're... [ zita holds the map up higher, like that would help her understand it better. ] I think we're heading towards the direction of the Docks? If so, perhaps we can finally run into someone and ask for direction...
[ zita looks uncomfortable while putting the map away in her cloak. the evening has come quickly and the darkness unnerves her. she'll like to think one can't blame her for her uneasiness. the past few memorable events - the riots and the fires, the explosion and the assassination - all happened at night. she knows people who worked in the evening could benefit from her free healing services, but she admits she's a coward and scared of getting dragged into the chaos personally like the first time.
the only thing that's keeping her from being too nervous is the presence of mordred by her side. knowing she was there and knowing she had her back is a boon. ]
I'm sorry for getting us lost. I didn't think one wrong turn could lead to this.
now? she wishes she had given it more focus when she was studying or learning something. at least learned how to read a map properly before her arrival here, mostly because...
well... mostly because it would mean that she and mordred wouldn't be in this very awkward situation of theirs: lost in the streets that should be taking them back to the queen's residence, not sending them on a wild goose chase through alleyways and strange, winding paths that might be taking them further and further from their current home-of-sorts. ]
I think we're... [ zita holds the map up higher, like that would help her understand it better. ] I think we're heading towards the direction of the Docks? If so, perhaps we can finally run into someone and ask for direction...
[ zita looks uncomfortable while putting the map away in her cloak. the evening has come quickly and the darkness unnerves her. she'll like to think one can't blame her for her uneasiness. the past few memorable events - the riots and the fires, the explosion and the assassination - all happened at night. she knows people who worked in the evening could benefit from her free healing services, but she admits she's a coward and scared of getting dragged into the chaos personally like the first time.
the only thing that's keeping her from being too nervous is the presence of mordred by her side. knowing she was there and knowing she had her back is a boon. ]
I'm sorry for getting us lost. I didn't think one wrong turn could lead to this.
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It would take a substantial amount of aid in having something like that treated, magical means or not. [ though it is true that men have been jumped and hurt, someone coming in for a broken limb would be a person a healer would remember.
she hums in thought now, thinking about this more carefully. ] ... We can ask someone to keep an eye out for someone seeking aid for that sort of injury. Hopefully one of them will be caught and be made to answer this.
... And... Thank you, Mordred. If you hadn't intervened, I have no doubt that this man would have not seen dawn. zita turns to him one last time, her expression becoming sad at his sorry state. ] I do wonder how we can help this city. The violence, the hatred, the anger- It almost feels like a cycle here. How are we meant to combat against that?
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[She's better at fighting things than figuring out all the hard parts of fixing society and things like that. It's stuff she has to learn if she's going to be king someday, but she still has more to learn there than she'd like.]
I don't about all the other stuff though. We're doing what we can, but...
[It's really not enough. And that pisses Mordred off. It's not like it's any of their fault or someone's not pulling their weight, everything here is just awful all the time.]
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[ she tries to make the assessment a touch more gentle for both of their sake after that they've been through. though they both know what the harsher and more truthful statement is, zita feels like it doesn't hurt to lessen the sting of what they've been through.
but the wind blows in that moment, bringing a chill that has zita shivering more than she'll like to admit. the rush of adrenaline is gone and zita feels herself crumbling, crashing from how tired she feels. ]
-Perhaps it'll be best that we try to head back to the Queen's Residence now. [ she pauses. ] After we find a place to leave this man for his sake.
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[She won't argue otherwise, looking down at the ground momentarily. There were a few things she could've done better. And the situation shouldn't have happened at all. People shouldn't go around doing stuff like that, things are supposed to be getting better, not worse.]
And yeah, we should find some place for this guy. Don't want to leave him somewhere where somebody else'll attack him.
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[ zita begins to sit the man up, apologising to his pained groans as she throws one of his arms over her shoulder so he could brace himself against her tall frame. she looks over to mordred, hoping for help, and ready for the long trek to somewhere safe.
it'll be a while before they can find such a place but there's no time like the present. ]
[ ooc; we can end here if you want! this was an amazing thread to have. :> ]