[ With the city a wreck, it makes sense that people have been going out of their way to assist in any way they can. Haein has been silently observing from a distance and learning for himself what he needs to do in order to survive here. He's found himself in the middle of unfamiliar places before, so that's not new. But being dropped into a city in the midst of an attack? Specifically an attack on him and the other newcomers? New.
It calls for being careful, watchful, and his quick sensibility to adapt to strange environments needs to be even quicker in this foreign land. He's here for a reason after all, and he needs to see this through.
That's why he's in the city now, helping to rebuild not out of the kindness of his heart, but a need to blend in.
He's a good distance away from most of the hustle and bustle of the others, clearing out debris and the burned remnants of a home, when he hears something resembling scratching come from under a pile of rubble before it abruptly stops. He doesn't immediately investigate, just keeps an eye on the pile until the sound starts up again. This time, it's a faint knocking that quietly fades once more, and then he's turning away to find the nearest person. ]
Hey. [ That's not a greeting, just a call for attention. ] I think someone's trapped over there.
[ Motions with his hand where. He probably should have checked and made sure, but it seemed like a better idea to get someone else to do it. Besides, he can't exactly lift all that rubble by himself. ]
HOPE'S AN EMBER - for percy jackson.
It calls for being careful, watchful, and his quick sensibility to adapt to strange environments needs to be even quicker in this foreign land. He's here for a reason after all, and he needs to see this through.
That's why he's in the city now, helping to rebuild not out of the kindness of his heart, but a need to blend in.
He's a good distance away from most of the hustle and bustle of the others, clearing out debris and the burned remnants of a home, when he hears something resembling scratching come from under a pile of rubble before it abruptly stops. He doesn't immediately investigate, just keeps an eye on the pile until the sound starts up again. This time, it's a faint knocking that quietly fades once more, and then he's turning away to find the nearest person. ]
Hey. [ That's not a greeting, just a call for attention. ] I think someone's trapped over there.
[ Motions with his hand where. He probably should have checked and made sure, but it seemed like a better idea to get someone else to do it. Besides, he can't exactly lift all that rubble by himself. ]