Research [Frustration has Jaime raiding rooms at the inn that aren't locked and any closets, lobbies, or storage areas in search of books, journals, notes, or people who might actually be willing to speak to him about the dangers outside in the city. He can't stand all this uncomfortable avoidance of a topic that feels like at this point people should have more to talk about.
There is very real danger outside, and Jaime just wants to help find a solution that goes beyond blockading entire cities indoors and waiting it out. There has to be more they can do. His reptilian animas is left by the warmth of the fire, Jaime still uneasy about the odd sensation of awareness, knowing where Khaji Da is and how he is feeling. His tail is cold and he's irritated about something. It's unsettling.
Shaking his head Jaime stands up from the shelving he was crouched under, searching through a box of old papers in one of the storage closets, and a thunk resounds followed by a stretched out 'ow' from Jaime as he hits his head on the extended shelving. He rubs at the sore spot, coming up empty-handed.]
The Dark [It's impossible to tell the difference between the creatures and actual cries for help. Jaime manages to resist simply by closing his hands over his head and tucking his knees to his chest for the first few days until the screaming or pleading recedes or goes silent but it can't last. Every time he hears someone crying for help he thinks about how he would feel if it was his sister out there, alone and frightened in the darkness, freezing and fleeing from whatever creatures are hunting them. It makes him sick and eventually he shoves Khaji Da into someone's arms and tells them to keep the reptile safe, ignoring the shouting and warnings insisting he come back.
Out in the dark, away from any line of sight, he shifts and jumps up to the top of one of the nearest buildings, the cold not penetrating the protective shell of his humanoid beetle form. People had always been unsettled by his second form but like this he can see and fight better, and his cold-blooded body won't attract anything that hunts by heat.
He scans the darkness, listening and watching the magical auras left behind by people and monsters alike before he hears it, another scream for help in the night. He takes off, running across rooftops in search of the source of the sound and only jumping down when the cries are close enough, a ball of blue energy gathering in his hand, ready to be launched at any creatures that are lurking in the darkness. He gives a warning shout when he lands.]
Jaime Reyes : Didymos
[Frustration has Jaime raiding rooms at the inn that aren't locked and any closets, lobbies, or storage areas in search of books, journals, notes, or people who might actually be willing to speak to him about the dangers outside in the city. He can't stand all this uncomfortable avoidance of a topic that feels like at this point people should have more to talk about.
There is very real danger outside, and Jaime just wants to help find a solution that goes beyond blockading entire cities indoors and waiting it out. There has to be more they can do. His reptilian animas is left by the warmth of the fire, Jaime still uneasy about the odd sensation of awareness, knowing where Khaji Da is and how he is feeling. His tail is cold and he's irritated about something. It's unsettling.
Shaking his head Jaime stands up from the shelving he was crouched under, searching through a box of old papers in one of the storage closets, and a thunk resounds followed by a stretched out 'ow' from Jaime as he hits his head on the extended shelving. He rubs at the sore spot, coming up empty-handed.]
The Dark
[It's impossible to tell the difference between the creatures and actual cries for help. Jaime manages to resist simply by closing his hands over his head and tucking his knees to his chest for the first few days until the screaming or pleading recedes or goes silent but it can't last. Every time he hears someone crying for help he thinks about how he would feel if it was his sister out there, alone and frightened in the darkness, freezing and fleeing from whatever creatures are hunting them. It makes him sick and eventually he shoves Khaji Da into someone's arms and tells them to keep the reptile safe, ignoring the shouting and warnings insisting he come back.
Out in the dark, away from any line of sight, he shifts and jumps up to the top of one of the nearest buildings, the cold not penetrating the protective shell of his humanoid beetle form. People had always been unsettled by his second form but like this he can see and fight better, and his cold-blooded body won't attract anything that hunts by heat.
He scans the darkness, listening and watching the magical auras left behind by people and monsters alike before he hears it, another scream for help in the night. He takes off, running across rooftops in search of the source of the sound and only jumping down when the cries are close enough, a ball of blue energy gathering in his hand, ready to be launched at any creatures that are lurking in the darkness. He gives a warning shout when he lands.]
Get down.