#all. juneau

[prcspero]

closed starter for @vuldak-juneau location: hrimthur's outpost note: dawuh numba 2

Alessia was still gone, nowhere to be found. Alrik was struggling with that loss as much as Prospero had expected the witch would. Then again, he didn't want to consider it a loss. It wasn't one and it wouldn't be. Hrimthur's Outpost was safe for now, but they had to go save the ones that had been taken. As much as he didn't really care if the others made it back, he still wanted to help. Alessia was important to him now and he had made a promise. They would all make it to Lysara. All three of them. So they would have to get her back. In preparation for the fight ahead though, Prospero did what he did best. He had a drink. This was only drink one though and it was the only one he would allow himself because he certainly was no master of drunken fist fighting. Turning his head, he looked at his company. "Do you plan on joining our gang to go save our fellow refugees from darkspawn?" He took another sip of his drink as soon as the question left his mouth and then continued. "It'll be a grand time, don't you think?" It wouldn't be.

[prcspero]

closed starter for @vuldak-juneau location: eterna note: juney b jones my beloved

Every time the two of them spoke, it felt like they were a second away from falling apart. The Dark One had his clutches within the both of them, but it had mostly been unsaid words between them. They both had their own demons. They both had things to be concerned about at any given moment. For some reason, even though they didn’t see each other often, Prospero felt some sort of kinship with her. He really wasn’t sure why, but there was some reason the two of them kept ending up around each other. Maybe it was just that connection the Dark One. He was sure she assumed that he had one and just hadn’t said anything yet. Just like he was sure of her connection with just an assumption. Anyway, there was no point in him thinking about all of that right now. She seemed relatively okay. For Juneau, he really wasn’t sure what that meant, but he would just settle on the fact that she seemed normal.

“Were you in Aventia, too?” He sat next to her in the bar, his hat coming off of his head as he did. A hand ran through his hair soon after. “I would ask how you’re doing, but you’d probably give me the same answer as usual,” he somewhat joked. It didn’t quite feel the same as it normally did though.

[prcspero]

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[prcspero]

closed starter for @vuldak-juneau location: mercury's bazaar note: she's RICH

The last time he'd been in a bazaar, he'd had his shit jacked and knocked the fuck out. Knuckles probably still hated him for not bringing anything back and Prospero had been trying to wrap his head around if he cared or not. He probably should have given how devious those little children were. They'd probably find him here and try to steal from him again. His gaze flitted around the area to make sure nobody was indeed trying to, once again, jack his shit. So far, so good, it looked like. One could never be sure though. Once he was done observing the place, he turned his head to look at Juneau. "Did you get robbed in Hestia's Cove, too?" Probably not. She was tiny and looked like she was going to bite someone at any given moment. Also, she did not seem as paranoid as he was right now. Lucky. "Better question, did you hear about a Knuckles, too?"