Dark Skies
The tense air on the Drakonbane didn't exactly dissipate just because one participant in the ugly argument was gone. Not for Rain at least, who spent several hours after breakfast hunting down anywhere he might have left bits and pieces of whatever he was working on in a quiet corner and then forgotten. Little bits of wire tucked safely into the corner of the ceiling where two beams met. A two thirds finished and very confused little robot that had gotten lost in the cargo hold. Scrap metal left here and there - especially in the empty cabins.
None of it had ever seemed a lot, and for the most part he didn't mean to clutter. Until he went to collect it all he hadn't even realized how far outside of his own room he had spread. His two areas - the kitchen and his own cabin - were entirely separate domains, and engineering didn't happen in the kitchen. Ever. There were things he had added to the kitchen here and there but none of them were things he would take with him when... if he left. Certain peoples still needed healthy meals even if they were being jerks.
Sometime during his clean up there came a slow trickling realization that maybe he could have... reacted a bit differently. Maybe.
And also that nowhere in there had Captain Ravenscar actually threatened to kick him off the boat and the other way around, leaving without even trying to do something to fix it kind of felt like running away. Maybe.
Knowing something logically didn't help at all. If anything it made his clean up slash packing process angrier. And when that was done - everything in a neat, if entirely too small packed away pile - there wasn't anything to do but think. He didn't want to think.
He was restless and itchy and the third time he was eat staring at new burns on his hands he knew he wasn't in any sort of mood that would do anything but create. Writing a letter fell through halfway, burnt hands not mixing well with holding a pen and sea take him if he could concentrate enough for even one fucking healing spell.
His jacket was on before he knew it, the tightest leather pants and most open shirt joining them. He couldn't stay on the boat - not tonight. He needed to move, he needed to be doing something, and he needed to stop thinking. Captain was gone who knew where, Ellyri was dealing with their collective tiff and fact this was all set off by someone she hated down to her toes. Xikaer certainly didn't need the company and Fentak wouldn't care. For a night they could eat their own cooking.
The city had inns, and bars, and between the lot of them he would either find someone to fuck him until he could forget everything, or find a fight to do the same.
After that...
After that he would remind himself if he could keep his temper with some asshole bitching on a cart he could damn well remember to do the same for his own Captain. If they were comparing him to a cat he'd do better offering him cream than claws.
( @arkhos-ravenscar @arcanistchi )
