When Brother is away...(Jeri)

[Draven]

Mordecai was gone. Not gone gone, as in dead, but gone as in "on a secret mission that Draven would totally mess up if he came along." Of course the young man had hung onto Cora's tail and begged his brother to take him on the little adventure, and of course Mordecai had refused. For one, Cai's snerf wasn't big enough for both of them, in addition to whatever goods they needed to bring. Two, Draven was capable of singlehandedly ruining the mission without even trying. Without even knowing he was messing it up, as a matter of fact. Draven didn't give up easily, though. He had insisted that he would get lost in Carden without his brother around. Instead of giving into his little brother's plea, however, Mordecai had simply shoved a large spool of twine into the pipsqueak's hands. He had then gone into one of his little games of charades, explaining what the twine was for. Draven was supposed to tie one end to their door when he left and gradually unwind the string as he wandered about. That way, if he got lost, he could at least find his way back home. As a matter of fact, Mordecai had supplied Draven with many spools just in case Draven either lost one (or several) or needed to lengthen his guide towards home.

Fast forward to the first day after Mordecai's departure, just after the stroke of noon. Draven slowly opened the door to he and his brother's humble abode, tying one end of the string to the doorknob before setting out. Quill peeked out the collar of Draven's jacket, eyeing the twine as it gradually unwound from the spool. Her master chuckled and looked at her out the corner of his eye, that ever-present smile lighting his face. "I know what you are thinking, my girl, indeed I do. You think it would be mighty fun to chew on Daddy's twine, do you not?" The ferret blinked, trying to figure out what the hell Draven was saying. Meanwhile, the man carried on. "Well, if you do that, I am sure to lose my way in this labyrinth of a town. That would not be good at all, would it Quill? Mordy would not be happy if he found out his little brother was out past dark in such a dangerous place. Not that he would find out about that, so long as I did not get injured. Then again maybe he would. Quite an intelligent and perceptive fellow, my brother. KYAA!" Once again, Draven's chattering had made him ignore the ground below his feet. Though the curb he stepped off of was not terribly high (perhaps half a foot), stepping down when he wasn't expecting to caused him to trip, stumble, and finally faceplant on the ground. He lay there laughing at himself for a moment before sitting up, clamping his bloody nose with his right hand while holding onto the spool of twine with his left. His ferret was on the ground, having been dislodged from her perch by the fall. She didn't look at all amused by her ride. "Oh gracious...Quill, are you alright, darling?" His ferret grumbled quietly as she ran back up his arm and into his jacket. "Angry with me, are you? I cannot hold it against you. Ferrets were not meant to fly..."

As he stood up, Draven became aware of something. He had no idea where he was headed. If he'd had plans today (not at all likely, seeing as planning ahead wasn't his forte), the fall had obviously shaken them from his head. "Hmmm...Quill precious, did I tell you what I was going to do today?" No response. He sighed quietly, rubbing his forehead. Blood smeared on his face from his hand. "Hmm?" Draven looked at the bloody hand, his good eye holding come confusion within. "How did my...? Oh yes! I bloodied my nose, that is what happened...Is it broken?" The bloody hand returned to the nose, this time its fingertips testing the bridge. "Hmmm...no, it all seems to be aligned properly..."

Having confirmed that his nose was no worse for wear after the spill, Draven pressed on, forgetting entirely about the blood smeared on his face. As he passed a group of people with rather shocked expressions, he let out a chuckle and waved. "Lovely day, is it not?" It never occurred to him that he looked like he'd just been in a bar brawl or something similar.

[Obelisk]

He was angry and he had no idea why. Carden was never his choice of haunts unless business called for his presence within the decaying town. Jericho far preferred the underbelly of Silvereye where the two worlds of crime and splendor coexisted and often times intersected. He’d thought to speak to Baxley about something – he hadn’t been clear on what, but he’d think about that on the way over – but Baxley wasn’t home. He was off on some sort of trip and had not thought to inform Jericho, which was terribly annoying.

After a brief search for leads, Jericho had taken to wandering the streets. He was an active man both physically and mentally and without proper stimulation, he fell to destructive habits. Anger was an immediate response to boredom and his violent streak was rearing its head. Jericho wanted a fight, an all out brawl, something, anything that would distract his incessant and inappropriate thoughts. His wandering had seen him pass the curious sight of a man chatting up a weasel while unwinding a spool of twine.

He’d chosen to ignore it and pass it off as a mentally handicapped man engaging in what mentally handicapped men did.

Jericho wandered through the streets a while longer and was surprised to cross paths with the twine-wielding man yet again. His face was bloody. He was smiling while declaring what a lovely day it was to a group of strangers who really couldn’t give a damn.

“Best go home. The streets of Carden don’t take kindly to idiots.” His voice was a smooth drawl, a charismatic purr as pleasant as warm honey. His grin, however, was sharp and dangerous. Jericho normally did not spend any time on people he did not deem worthy or as potential prospects of business or money. His annoyance at the day and at Baxley saw him make an exception for the bloody-nosed kid.

[Draven]

((I've taken an obscene amount of time to get around to this. Do you still want to continue?))

[Obelisk]

That would be up to you, dawg. I'm fine either way.