when I was a child running in the night

[mouthbreathing]

Who: Warsman (mouthbreathing) and YOU
When: At night from the 27th to the 30th
Where: Out and around the city
Summary: Warsman is out on one of his nightly patrols. Things happen.
Warnings: Violence.

[It’s turning into a regular routine now: during the day he works and trains in whatever free time he has, and come the evening, if he’s not scheduled for an appearance at the Knot-A Fight Club, Warsman readies his bear claws to head out under cloudy night skies. There may not be much he can do on a larger scale- the Darkness is a hydra of danger, and for every monster he slays it feels as though three more spring up the very next night- but every person he catches just in time makes it worth it. And who else is going to help them in this part of the city- the homeless, the poor, the people with no other choice? He’s gotten so used to the white noise of indifference around here that the rare wail of a police siren or ambulance comes as a decided shock.

It’s the little things, though. He’s doing what he can, even casting his net a little wider some nights and getting to know the rest of the city around him. It's not so quiet beyond his usual sectors and there are usually more people around, but it still pays off on occasion if he catches a straggler or two abandoned to the elements.

Leftover rain spots his poncho from higher ledges as he scales an apartment block, bracing his feet on broken guttering and greasy window catches. Higher ground may make him more obvious, and it may be so dark that he won’t be able to see further than a block or so, but any precaution is a precaution worth taking out here. Warsman heaves himself up onto the rooftop and surveys the area with dimly glowing eyes.]

[ooc: I'm up for just about any scenario! Rescuing someone, being rescued, working together, getting into a fight, etc... just start a scene or drop a suggestion and I'm good. I also don't mind starting things off!]

Comments

[mouthbreathing]

I see... [He thinks he does, at any rate.] I didn't recognise them at all- the letters, that is. You're not from a world like this one, are you?

[mikhail_in_me]

No..not really. I mean, some of the cities might look like this one but there are a lot of differences. Particularly the monsters..

[mouthbreathing]

[He gives a quiet, barely-there laugh- he's heard that a lot.] The monsters where I'm from are usually either aliens or a lot bigger than this. They're not like the ones they have here. [His head is still to one side.] Does where you're from have a name?

[mikhail_in_me]

Well..my kingdom was called Raggs. The church was in Barsburg though.

[mouthbreathing]

"Church"? [It's obviously an important location for the boy.] Are you a priest of some sort?

[mikhail_in_me]

I'm training to be a bishop on my world.

[mouthbreathing]

A bishop? [That earns a double take for sure; Warsman looks uncertainly down at the boy.] Do... all holy men use magic in your universe?

[mikhail_in_me]

Not all of them but most of them do. Zaiphon training is part of becoming a bishop. It's used to help protect people from monsters known as Kor that try and take their souls.

[mouthbreathing]

[Soul-stealing demons. Right. He can see how that might require a little more than a bible, or whatever the equivalent is in Teito's world.]

So bishops are a little more active than they are in this world...? It sounds like a noble pursuit.

[mikhail_in_me]

Yeah..I guess they are. Noble..[Teito wonders if his quest is really that noble. Yes, he is trying to save the world from being hurt by Velorian and Ayanami any more then is already has been but..it also is a personal quest.]

I guess it is. People being protected is the most important thing.