04-25-2017, 09:01 PM
Continued from "You're a wizard"
Morning rolled around and Jay showed up at the exactly 0800. He was dressed, clothes perfect, freshly showered, hair arranged, and fresh as a spring daisy. Well, if daisies lived on a forty-five minute nap, half of which took place in the cab ride from Dorian's. Only obvious thing that showed his lack of full attention to his appearance was being unshaven. Luckily, the Legion allowed for facial hair. Hopefully nobody looked too close at how untrimmed it was around the edges. But if he was wishing for people to not look too close, it was best that he keep his sunglasses close. His eyes were red, not bloodshot as death-red, but close. He wasn't sure how much he drank the previous night. Nor was he too sure he remembered everything. But he remembered enough. Things like cannibals and murder stuck; being a wizard, and well, everything else.
He also kept his phone close in case Natalie called. And coffee. Lots of coffee.
Being an officer did have its perks, though. For one thing, a few glares kept everyone below rank from bugging him. And he was able to sit down once in a while, totally not sleep sitting upright, and send their resident wizard a message.
The mansion the Legion was using, Igumnov House, was the residence of the former French Embassy, but it was watched like a hawk. Across the street was an old catholic church sitting amid green space, with fences, and trees, and lots of privacy. Literally across the street.
Once relieved of duty, he crashed in the room allotted to him. Igumnov House was sprawling, but the room he used wasn't large, but everywhere inside the former French Ambassador's building was nice. The floor never felt so comfortable.
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He was back in civilian clothes when he dodged the traffic outside Igumnov House. With one hand he pushed sunglasses over his eyes and with the other nestled a hot cup of coffee. He wore the same jeans and leather jacket he wore to the concert, but the undershirt was clean. He didn't stand out too much. Well, less than if he wore uniform. He otherwise was obviously the most American thing possible, short of being a walking apple pie and wearing an American flag as a superhero cape. So he did draw a few looks. Most of which were returned with a nod of the head and a "hows it going?" that was met with mixed reactions.
He flashed a couple of old ladies exiting the park grounds a smile as he ducked under the canopy of trees when he pulled his phone to check for messages and wandered around, glad to stretch his legs. Now. How was he going to say this?
Edited by Jay Carpenter, Apr 25 2017, 09:07 PM.
Morning rolled around and Jay showed up at the exactly 0800. He was dressed, clothes perfect, freshly showered, hair arranged, and fresh as a spring daisy. Well, if daisies lived on a forty-five minute nap, half of which took place in the cab ride from Dorian's. Only obvious thing that showed his lack of full attention to his appearance was being unshaven. Luckily, the Legion allowed for facial hair. Hopefully nobody looked too close at how untrimmed it was around the edges. But if he was wishing for people to not look too close, it was best that he keep his sunglasses close. His eyes were red, not bloodshot as death-red, but close. He wasn't sure how much he drank the previous night. Nor was he too sure he remembered everything. But he remembered enough. Things like cannibals and murder stuck; being a wizard, and well, everything else.
He also kept his phone close in case Natalie called. And coffee. Lots of coffee.
Being an officer did have its perks, though. For one thing, a few glares kept everyone below rank from bugging him. And he was able to sit down once in a while, totally not sleep sitting upright, and send their resident wizard a message.
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<dt>Message to Vanders</dt>
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I need to see you as soon as possible. Off grounds from Igumnov House. I'll be at Khram Svyatogo park grounds across the street.
The mansion the Legion was using, Igumnov House, was the residence of the former French Embassy, but it was watched like a hawk. Across the street was an old catholic church sitting amid green space, with fences, and trees, and lots of privacy. Literally across the street.
Once relieved of duty, he crashed in the room allotted to him. Igumnov House was sprawling, but the room he used wasn't large, but everywhere inside the former French Ambassador's building was nice. The floor never felt so comfortable.
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He was back in civilian clothes when he dodged the traffic outside Igumnov House. With one hand he pushed sunglasses over his eyes and with the other nestled a hot cup of coffee. He wore the same jeans and leather jacket he wore to the concert, but the undershirt was clean. He didn't stand out too much. Well, less than if he wore uniform. He otherwise was obviously the most American thing possible, short of being a walking apple pie and wearing an American flag as a superhero cape. So he did draw a few looks. Most of which were returned with a nod of the head and a "hows it going?" that was met with mixed reactions.
He flashed a couple of old ladies exiting the park grounds a smile as he ducked under the canopy of trees when he pulled his phone to check for messages and wandered around, glad to stretch his legs. Now. How was he going to say this?
Edited by Jay Carpenter, Apr 25 2017, 09:07 PM.
Only darkness shows you the light.