(no subject)

[dominare]

Characters: Haytham Kenway and you
Date: 3/31/2013
Location: a little bit of everywhere, more specifically fire sector and wood sector
Situation: Haytham's doing what the British do best, chilling and sticking his nose where it doesn't belong.
Warnings/Rating: nonya



Earth Sector;
[ ever seen someone utterly fascinated by mold? Whatever the answer to that question was, it is now yes, because Haytham is examining a growth of black mold with the scrutiny and devotion of an usher at the New York Symphony.

For a moment, it appears he's content to look, and not touch. Wait a few seconds more, and you'll spot him take out a knife to carve out a sliver of mold, complete with a nice chunk of tree along with it. If you wanted to stop and confront him about his lack of environmental concern, you need to hurry along because he's scaling up a tree, nearly about to make his escape in the treetops. ]

Fire Sector;
[ there is a quaint little console cafe Haytham is fond of visiting. Maybe it's the tea, which has become rather lackluster since the rationing, or the atmosphere, which unfortunately borders kitschy, or the unspoken understanding between the owner and Haytham that he should be left alone to his own devices at all times, or at least until he needed a cup refilled.

whatever the reason, it's one of Haytham's usual haunts, and today he's settled in a quiet corner with his journal laid out in front of him, quietly tapping his empty quill on the open page. If you're very observant, you'll notice a slight bump in the journal's pages, where his precursor amulet is safely tucked. ]

( ooc; BUG HIM IN ONE OF TWO PLACES. GO FORTH POR FAVOR )

Comments

[shadowroads]

[Unfortunately for Haytham, the tree already has an inhabitant- a tall man, lounging as comfortably as if he spent all his time in trees... which, considering that he lives in the sector, is quite possible. He was a cat only seconds ago, but he felt like interrogating the gentleman who'd just carved up the tree.]

An odd occupation, vandalizing trees.

[shorttempered]

[Mark had been out to pick up his week's rationed food, but he forgets all of that the minute he sees a grown man climbing a tree because... really?] I'm not sure how sturdy those are. Everything's sort of been falling apart lately.

Fire Sector

[bindsthedead]

[Haytham isn't the only tea drinker in the establishment. With her bells and sword hastily buckled over local clothing, Sabriel sips her tea with a certain satisfaction- it's the first she's had since she left Ancelstierre for the Old Kingdom, and she's in no position to complain about the quality.]

[traitre]

[lack of environmental concern-- what do you mean lack of environmental concern? concern's the only thing that could get any respectable man to skulk around, picking ooze off rotting trees.

at least that's what's got qilby out and about in the earth sector today. the flora in the fire sector left much to be desired, but until now, he hadn't realised it was a plague that'd spread outside the bounds of his new home. it's about time he tried finding the root of the problem... no pun intended.

he's surprised to notice someone else who's taken an interest in the same things he's inspecting, but even more startled to see the stranger apparently scuttling up the tree afterwards--] Aah-- excuse me a moment!

fire sector cafe

[cowled]

[Cafes aren't Bruce's favourite places in the world. He generally only uses them when he's moonlighting as one of his other personas. Craig, specifically. Matches on occasion. But presently, he is acting as Bruce Wayne, and with reason.

The rationing has caused several cafes to close, others yet to cut back on their supplies. This one has been reduced to selling tea that may as well be murky water and scraps of bread masquerading as pastries. It's... more organized, but in many ways the frantic scramble for food here reminds him of the Quake.

But that's not why he's here. No, today he's here to speak with Haytham Kenway. Which is why he, with his cup of watered-down tea, steps up near the other man's table.

Also? That journal is interesting.]

Excuse the intrusion, but you're Haytham Kenway, correct?

[animalhats]

[ Unfortunately for you, good sir, this tree has a 12-year-old in it, and she's been watching you. ]

This is my tree. No grown-ups allowed. Especially weird grown-ups who stare at mold.

earth sector;

[amonfire]

I hope you aren't planning to drag us into a theater of chemical warfare with that.

[ Amon appeared to materialize out of thin air; a shadow pulled up from the cracked flagstones they stood on. Though he stood at parade rest with hands clasped behind his back there was a slack in his posture and a hunch in his shoulders that broke apart whatever fearful symmetry he was attempting. ]