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nexus_crossings2017-04-30 10:53 pm
shardofwinter) wrote in nexus_crossings2017-04-30 10:53 pm
Cleaning up after chaos: A post Khan event question
Not everyone who frequents the Nexus was unfortunate enough to be caught up in Khan's attack. Reynard had ended Winter in his own world and engaged in his usual annual seclusion that, as it always did, ended once he had run out of alcohol. The sight of an obliterated Nexus was not the pub crawling paradise he'd remembered it as. It seems that he's missed the action and stumbled into the aftermath. People are tired, disoriented, upset and in shock, or powering through their emotions by helping organise everyone else. Without much of a thought, Reynard falls into a group that is already working to set everything right again. Or as right as things can be set. As it turns out, an atmosphere of destruction and tragedy does wonders for a Spring-sick Winter spirit.
He looks as awful as he feels, and far more sober than he'd like to be. He's forgone his coat, but kept his gloves on and a makeshift mask for the work at hand. Reynard has volunteered for the grim task of working with the dead. In a shaded area he helps move bodies to rest side by side, covered in shrouds that have started to vary in colour as they run through their supplies. These are the ones who have not, or cannot, be identified.
It's been a long day, and it's been hard graft, and everything feels hotter than it is, especially with the cloth around his face. Reynard takes his gloves off, leans against the edge of a table, and pulls away the mask, revealing an unkempt beard. "What would you like to happen at your funeral?"
He looks as awful as he feels, and far more sober than he'd like to be. He's forgone his coat, but kept his gloves on and a makeshift mask for the work at hand. Reynard has volunteered for the grim task of working with the dead. In a shaded area he helps move bodies to rest side by side, covered in shrouds that have started to vary in colour as they run through their supplies. These are the ones who have not, or cannot, be identified.
It's been a long day, and it's been hard graft, and everything feels hotter than it is, especially with the cloth around his face. Reynard takes his gloves off, leans against the edge of a table, and pulls away the mask, revealing an unkempt beard. "What would you like to happen at your funeral?"
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Faint creases appear in his brow as he watches her. "Most people want to go back when they find themselves here. A way back is the first thing they look for, and one of the first things they ask about. Aren't you looking to go home?"
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"It's probably best that I stay in hiding for a while. If that demon thinks that I'm dead, then those I care about will be safer for the time being. As painful as it is not to be able to return home, it's safer for my daughter that I do not..."
She gives him a wry grin.
"And what better place to hide than a separate plane of existence."
She pauses in thought for a moment, tapping the flask at her hip.
"Since this will be my new home for a while, I'm going to need a place to stay.... "
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No need to make things any more difficult for her, then. Offering up what he knows is a small help, but it is something. "There are plenty of places around that take in people. Places to rent or buy, hotels, inns, abandoned buildings, if you're so inclined. They're not hard to find. Most are in the Downtown district, and almost anyone will point you in the right direction if you can't spot any."
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"Well then, I suppose I should have a stroll through the downtown district then. Though, there is one more issue I need to sort out. I do need a supply of blood, otherwise I would starve. Perhaps you could point me to someone who might be able to help. Perhaps a healer of some kind who wouldn't mind lending me some assistance."
She smirked, taking another sip of her flask.
"Who knows, perhaps when I find a place to stay, we can have a nice chat about what I may be able to do to help these people."
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"A point in the right direction is more than enough to get me started. Once I do get settled, by all means feel free to stop in. I'd still like to have that chat about where exactly I might be able to help once things return to a slight semblance of normalcy, and besides, too much time to ones self is never a good thing."
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