[Axis wakes up slumped against the edge of the fountain and feeling a little groggy. He groans, holding his head and glancing around at his surroundings. He's confused, he doesn't remember drinking THAT much or leaving the Teahouse.
Where is he?
Turning slightly to glance over his shoulder at the weather-beaten mermaid doesn't help to make any sort of connection. So he'll push himself to standing, a little wobbly still and grumbling about how pissed Atros is gonna be at him. How the-WHY the fuck is he out here? How hasn't anyone come and got him yet? Shit he's going to bitch someone out for leaving him here. This wasn't funny!
He'll set off through the town, rounding a corner and expecting to see something familiar. When he doesn't the panic starts to set in. So he'll pick up his pace, walking briskly to see around the next street. There're inn's and taverns and homes but nothing looks familiar at all.
He starts to run, heart beating fast and eyes frantically searching for anything that can lead him back to the Teahouse. He's lost, alone and frankly, getting a little scared. He ends up running through most of the town before coming to the Harbor. He stops, stooping to lean on his knees and try to catch his breath. Wide, golden eyes slowly lift to the sea and he swallows raggedly as the realization hits him.
He's not home. He has no idea where he is or how he got here but this isn't his town. He'll straighten up only to slump back against a wall and sink slowly to the street. He doesn't know what he's going to do. Granted, he knows he has enough skill to get by but he didn't want to have to turn-tricks. He was better than that. He'd been given a home, he got away from all this, from begging on the street. He was pampered like a king and now this?
Was this some sort of punishment? He may have acted like a spoiled brat at the Teahouse but that didn't mean he didn't want to be there. That was his life. His job, his people... He didn't want to be alone for as tough as he always acted. For as much of a pain he could be, or the attitude he gave Atros, he always bit it back when he was threatened to be kicked out. He knew he had it good. Too good maybe.
He swallowed down the cold fear gripping his throat and tried to sort himself, to figure out a plan. He wasn't much good at that sort of thing. Planning. It wasn't his forte to think shit through. He was confident enough in himself he'd figure something out eventually but... man. What could he do?
Rebuild the gem And whatever ye wish will be.
Whether wealth, good fortune, Mayhap the chance to flee.
Where did that come from? Why was it stuck in his head?
Axis is just going to pick himself up and slowly wander back to an inn where he can drink himself a little stupid. Feel free to pick up a sad, lonely whore!]
Axis | Teahouse | Apologies for the hideous TL;DR
Where is he?
Turning slightly to glance over his shoulder at the weather-beaten mermaid doesn't help to make any sort of connection. So he'll push himself to standing, a little wobbly still and grumbling about how pissed Atros is gonna be at him. How the-WHY the fuck is he out here? How hasn't anyone come and got him yet? Shit he's going to bitch someone out for leaving him here. This wasn't funny!
He'll set off through the town, rounding a corner and expecting to see something familiar. When he doesn't the panic starts to set in. So he'll pick up his pace, walking briskly to see around the next street. There're inn's and taverns and homes but nothing looks familiar at all.
He starts to run, heart beating fast and eyes frantically searching for anything that can lead him back to the Teahouse. He's lost, alone and frankly, getting a little scared. He ends up running through most of the town before coming to the Harbor. He stops, stooping to lean on his knees and try to catch his breath. Wide, golden eyes slowly lift to the sea and he swallows raggedly as the realization hits him.
He's not home. He has no idea where he is or how he got here but this isn't his town. He'll straighten up only to slump back against a wall and sink slowly to the street. He doesn't know what he's going to do. Granted, he knows he has enough skill to get by but he didn't want to have to turn-tricks. He was better than that. He'd been given a home, he got away from all this, from begging on the street. He was pampered like a king and now this?
Was this some sort of punishment? He may have acted like a spoiled brat at the Teahouse but that didn't mean he didn't want to be there. That was his life. His job, his people... He didn't want to be alone for as tough as he always acted. For as much of a pain he could be, or the attitude he gave Atros, he always bit it back when he was threatened to be kicked out. He knew he had it good. Too good maybe.
He swallowed down the cold fear gripping his throat and tried to sort himself, to figure out a plan. He wasn't much good at that sort of thing. Planning. It wasn't his forte to think shit through. He was confident enough in himself he'd figure something out eventually but... man. What could he do?
Rebuild the gem
And whatever ye wish will be.
Whether wealth, good fortune,
Mayhap the chance to flee.
Where did that come from? Why was it stuck in his head?
Axis is just going to pick himself up and slowly wander back to an inn where he can drink himself a little stupid. Feel free to pick up a sad, lonely whore!]