#shieldresolve

[faithbinder]

[ SNEAK ]

"Hello?" Gepard's voice rang throughout the small little alley way. Standing at the entrance of it, eyes squinting to see through the darkness, that made it much more difficult to locate what he was looking for.

A person. Or... So he thought.

The Guard Captain hadn't necessarily been paying close attention, too focused on his task of giving out blankets, and ensuring the fire was staying lit. He had only caught a glimpse, to be honest, not even that, of something purple, or... He thinks it was purple. Instantly, he was on guard, deciding then make his way over to check it out.

'Was it a Fragmentum monster?' He couldn't help but think. His hand tightens around the handle of Earthwork, ready to attack and defend at a moment's notice.

"Is someone there?"

On Gepard Landau's part, it's very impressive.

On Moze's—unacceptable.

He was visible for only a second, if that—so it was impressive that Gepard had caught sight of him in that brief moment, and unacceptable that Moze had made such an uncharacteristic mistake. But the snow is blindingly bright here, and the sunlight provides all but warmth above them; its glaring rays only grow more punishing against the white landscape.

"If you suspect someone to be there," Moze says, revealing himself with a small frown, "calling out only puts them on alert."

Case in point: this. Them. Here, and now. It's a pointless warning when he already puts himself before the man, but one he thinks to share regardless. These are not the kind of tasks he normally undertakes for his general's sake, and it shows.

[eachdawn]

[ FUEL ]

"Here." The gentleman said, leading a small group of people through their own abode. Leading them all up through the foyer, and up the steps to what they were looking for. A sad expression noticeable on their face, but determination in their eyes. Gepard couldn't help matching that specific look as he followed close behind.

Belobog was facing a terrible power outage on a scale that Gepard has never seen the likes of before. All the lights and heating units that kept the city warm and habitable, now suddenly stopped working and that brought the unforgiving cold right to their doorstep. As soon as the realization hit, a state of emergency was called and him and his men were quick with escorting, and building the necessary accommodations that were needed.

The fire they build in the middle of the city was huge, but that also meant it needed a lot to keep it going. The immediate response to this plight was instant, as many people volunteered to go search, or give up their own items to keep the fire ablaze. The sight making him smile as well as making promising to himself to, when he got the time, visit his own place to find whatever he could to help.

"My husband and I don't really use this anymore." Tapping his knuckles on an old wooden, lop-sided table. "So I hope it could be enough to help at least a little."

Gepard nods his head in thanks to him, which was accompanied by a soft smile. "Anything offered is greatly appreciated. Thank you." He turns his head and waves over a tall, white-haired gentleman that was standing nearby.

"May I ask for your assistance in bringing this down to the fire?"

perhaps in the furthest reaches of amphoreus' eternal dawn, some regions could get this frigidly cold: this kind of chill echoes in bones, numbs pain, whispers with promises of deceptive comfort in an everlasting sleep for the most weary. at least the people here seem to know the threats their weather poses when it goes unimpeded: phainon has been wandering the crowds of volunteers that intermingle with those in need until he finds himself on the fringe, passing a man clad in armor speaking to an older couple, with their... dining table?... steps slow as he tries to make sense of why their table is out here in the open... but then, the voice of the young blond man clad in armor turns his way.

phainon blinks as the voice of the young man in question turns towards him: a hand reaches up to point to himself for just a moment, as if to question if he was really who the armored man was speaking to. when the older couple in front of the armored man nod with friendly smiles, phainon walks over, then takes a look at the table itself. "a perfectly good, solid-wood table... are you sure you want to donate it this way...?" but at his own question, the older man and older woman both glance to the blond fellow who had initially accepted their offer: he quickly gets the message. "... right. sorry, I think I missed half the conversation here, the one where the table's fate was negotiated... if you just need me to help carry it, I can certainly oblige."

then, phainon grips the upper leg where it's laid on its side, then rotates the table to grab the other and lift. a nod comes to the man who's roped him into this task: "you can steer us in the right direction, can't you? just let me know where to go."