RP
@telepathagonist
“27, 28, 29, 30! Ready or not here I come!” Rita called, moving her hands away from her eyes. She was supposed to go on land for ‘Very serious and important things’ as Sir would put it. But of course she got side tracked and now she found herself playing a game off hide and seek with a few 6 year olds. Oh well!
She dashes around and spotted on behind the flower stand, “Haha, found you!” she said. She then found a boy near the bakery and two girls behind the candle store. That leaves the boy with red hair left.
She spots a red set of hair dash under the feet of tall adults. “Ha!” she calls and starts running after him until she runs into someone else. Startled she quickly grips onto their sleeves and uses him to pull them forward so they wouldn’t fall.
Once stable she stepped back, “I’m so sorry! I was playing with a boy, I didn’t even see you there!” she giggled and brushed his shirt off. “You okay though bello?”
Jamie had been concentrating. He’d thought he’d felt something familiar, a mind that he knew, perhaps, somewhere in the port city, but he hadn’t been able to place it. So he’d tried waiting till the suppressants had worn off a little more, and then standing in the middle of the busy port, listening. He’d forgotten how overwhelming the thoughts could be, even muffled as they were.
There was a child, crouching behind something much bigger than he – furiously trying to imagine himself invisible. You can’t see me, I’m not here, there’s nothing here There was a merchant, fussing over the days wares and the prices he might not get for them. How the hell am I s’posed to make a profit when- There was a young man, furiously staring at the water. Come back come back come ba-
There was a young woman, running fast and I’ve got you now!
There was a crash, and a young man falling back, before he’s yanked forward by his sleeves, blue hair flopping forward into his face obscuring his vision I lost my balance, I would have fallen, you’re listening to yourself again.
Jamie straightened and tried to blink the girl in front of him back into focus. He’d been concentrating so hard, he wasn’t even sure how much of the fall he felt was his own, and how much had been someone else’s across the city.
“You… Don’t apologise, it was absolutely my fault.” He wasn’t sure but it was a good guess. “I’m okay. I’m so sorry for getting in your way, are you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine! Dizzy a bit, but what can I say? I’m always way dizzy when I get onto land. Almost too stable, y'know?” Rita brushed off her long skirt, giggling. She was flushed, still felt slightly embarrassed that she completely ran into the guy.
“Sorry to cause you any trouble dolly, didn’t mean to honestly. I dunno where my head is today. I was supposed to get supplys and all and totally up and sidetracked myself! Speaking of…”
She digs around in her pocket and pulls out a piece of paper and unfolds it. “You wouldn’t by chance know where to find a blacksmith or something like that around you would you?” she asks, looking back up at the blue haired man.
“A bit too stable?” Jamie echoed, still a little out of it. But then, when wasn’t he at least a little out of it. He smiled though, at her giggles, grateful that she wasn’t about to beat him up for just stopping dead in the middle of the street.
“It’s no worry, it genuinely was most probably my fault, I really shouldn’t have just stopped like that. That wasn’t... very smart of me.”
Jamie didn’t know a blacksmith, but the moment he thought that, his mind reached, just a little, to the nearby minds on the port. It didn’t take more than a question directed at the minds to discover there was a well recommended blacksmith tucked away behind the shipyard. Little suppressant made it easy enough not just to gleam this, but to reach to the shipyard, and check that the man was still in business.
“Do you know where the ship yard is? There’s one there I’ve... heard is really good at what he does”
