@fibercrafting
Another round in the city. Another time taken from his family. But eh, he’s fine with that. His kids are growing up, his job is the same every day, and the Emperor has settled down. There’s no discontent in being pulled away from home. Especially when the city doesn’t look like it was struck by an early apocalypse.
This place looks miles better, but then it makes sense -- when you don’t live in a garbage fire, you don’t want to add to the flames. You want to look it over, feel your way through the districts, find out what’s going on now. And Jet’s found the right person to ask, because he’s just found the ever-familiar store of Dressed to Kill.
“Yo!” he calls out as he pushes the door open. This visit isn’t just for asking questions -- Jet also has a certain article of clothing that’s gone missing between his migration between the old city and the new one.