this feeling can't be beat

[symmachy]

Who: Scathach & you.
When: 31 May - 2 June, any time.
Where: Everywhere.
Summary: Buying food at the market, killing monsters, just plain wandering. You set the stage, and I'll roll with it.
Warnings: TBD.

[Coming from the City, Scathach knew how things like this went. She was brought here, there was no discernible way out, she had to make the most of it. But "the most of it" was really up for debate. Even though she wasn't really opposed to letting people know what she was, she still tried to make the humans around her feel comfortable in her presence. Part of that meant buying food (just fruit and tea, really) so that her fridge was stocked.

But another part was trying to keep them safe, which was where the monster killing came into play. Thought she hadn't done much of that in the City, it was refreshing to be able to slay the beasts without anyone thinking twice about it. She still held Redbird's warning close, though: there is always something stronger than you in Siren's Port. As much as Scathach loved killing them, she wasn't stupid. She didn't go out for more than an hour at a time, masking her scent, making herself untraceable. She didn't want anything following her home, after all.

But she was still finding her way around the city as well. So the days were spent wandering, picking out landmarks, memorizing the streets. She went over Redbird's information packet a little at a time, never really having had a mind for reading a lot at once. Aoife had always been the one to do the book studying, as well as the physical training. Scathach had preferred to focus on one rather than balance them with one another.

But she had turned out just fine, if she did say so herself.]

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Comments

[corks]

Thank you. This is really quite the discovery.

[There's a man with light blond hair and the most piercing of blue eyes conversing with one of the locals at the market. In the crook of the man's right arm are what at first seems to be a bunch of sticks, wrapped up in white threads and arranged in a rectangular shape, but actually, it's a very old-looking loom. What an odd thing to buy.]

[Jacob bows his head slightly at the local, smiling that ever-present smile.] Honestly, I'm glad you brought it. It's been a while since I've seen one of these things. And I'm happy I came at the right moment- you were looking to throw it away, weren't you, if no one would buy it? [A pause.] But anyways, thank you, this is what I was looking for in the first place. I'd knew you'd have it with you today.

[The local gives him a peculiar look, but before he can open his mouth and ask what that last statement meant, Jacob has turned and walked off, toting his loom along with him.]

[And as he passes by the food stand, he suddenly stops in place, as if remembering something, before heading over to the fruit booth where Scathach is standing and looking over their products with an interested little smile.]

[He's an odd one, Jacob is. But that doesn't mean he's conscious of it at all.]