closed to shura, early in the event The night was cold, fires, and Strange found himself standing next to a common area, not looking at the fire but instead, looking out the window at the thick coat of ice. There's something excited and antsy in his posture as he looks and listens. It's dangerous, don't go outside, you don't want to face what's out there. Ridiculous. Strange wasn't the sort to back down from a challenge before, it's not going to happen now.
And so, he approaches Shura. If he's going to do this, he at least wants a partner. These sort of things are always better in pairs, after all, and if something were to happen (though he doubts anything would) at least there would be someone to report back to the guard.
"You know," Strange starts, in an airy and conversational tone that doesn't hide his excitement at all, "I keep hearing something out there that sounds like a child. Shall we see what it is?"
mopey brooding, post jan. 3 For at least four or so days, Jonathan Strange was missing. It's only in the evening of the 3rd when he reappears, sneaking into The Tree Inn, barely speaking to anyone as he pulls up a chair and sits directly in front of the fire. He looks a little more gaunt and solemn than before, but certainly alive.
And he doesn't know what to think about all this. One thing is certain: someone or something out there does not want him dead. He mulls over his actions, lost in thought, as he scratches the head of his animas, wrapped up in a blanket. It's only when someone approaches, casting a shadow over him, that Strange blinks, turning to look at them.
"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry, am I in your way?" He's not moving. "Well, don't mind me, there's plenty of space for everyone."
testing the new toy, also post jan 3 Though he spends most of his time near the fire, occasionally Strange gets up, either due to hunger, lack of space, want of sleep, or the simple desire to stretch his legs. It's at one of these points that he wanders around, keeping an eye out until he spots someone he recognizes or someone else with an animal close by them. They're either a magician with a familiar or a revived corpse like him, and either would work.
"Pardon me," he says, with a little nod. There's a glimmer of excitement in his eyes and he looks more like his old self than ever. "I realize this is unorthodox, but may I borrow you for a moment? There's something I want to test."
Jonathan Strange | in Didymos atm
The night was cold, fires, and Strange found himself standing next to a common area, not looking at the fire but instead, looking out the window at the thick coat of ice. There's something excited and antsy in his posture as he looks and listens. It's dangerous, don't go outside, you don't want to face what's out there. Ridiculous. Strange wasn't the sort to back down from a challenge before, it's not going to happen now.
And so, he approaches Shura. If he's going to do this, he at least wants a partner. These sort of things are always better in pairs, after all, and if something were to happen (though he doubts anything would) at least there would be someone to report back to the guard.
"You know," Strange starts, in an airy and conversational tone that doesn't hide his excitement at all, "I keep hearing something out there that sounds like a child. Shall we see what it is?"
mopey brooding, post jan. 3
For at least four or so days, Jonathan Strange was missing. It's only in the evening of the 3rd when he reappears, sneaking into The Tree Inn, barely speaking to anyone as he pulls up a chair and sits directly in front of the fire. He looks a little more gaunt and solemn than before, but certainly alive.
And he doesn't know what to think about all this. One thing is certain: someone or something out there does not want him dead. He mulls over his actions, lost in thought, as he scratches the head of his animas, wrapped up in a blanket. It's only when someone approaches, casting a shadow over him, that Strange blinks, turning to look at them.
"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry, am I in your way?" He's not moving. "Well, don't mind me, there's plenty of space for everyone."
testing the new toy, also post jan 3
Though he spends most of his time near the fire, occasionally Strange gets up, either due to hunger, lack of space, want of sleep, or the simple desire to stretch his legs. It's at one of these points that he wanders around, keeping an eye out until he spots someone he recognizes or someone else with an animal close by them. They're either a magician with a familiar or a revived corpse like him, and either would work.
"Pardon me," he says, with a little nod. There's a glimmer of excitement in his eyes and he looks more like his old self than ever. "I realize this is unorthodox, but may I borrow you for a moment? There's something I want to test."