[ there's so much here he can't identify, it's hard to know where to begin. serpico's allowed himself to be shepherded along since he woke up, quietly following those instructions to pick up a 'magical' weapon (which surely can't actually be magical) and a 'carrier,' but after that ... frankly, he feels a little lost. this isn't where he's supposed to be. this isn't what he should be doing. none of this is right.
he ends up settling for familiar territory to ground himself, testing out this new weapon of his.
a short way away from the armory, down a quieter stretch of hallway, one might hear the sounds of something sharp and metallic whipping through the air. turn the corner and there's serpico giving his new rapier a test swing -- and gently tapping at a wall with the very tip of the blade. there's a pause as he studies his own weapon.
and then, suddenly, the rapier's scabbard goes launching out of his hand to whack against the wall with a loud clatter. ]
Oh. [ he looks a little taken aback, even more so when he looks up and realizes he's not alone. ] Sorry, was the noise a bother?
one.
[ someone who walks into one of the quieter, out-of-the-way leisure rooms might find serpico investigating the television. as in, he's ignoring whatever's playing on the screen -- a cooking show, by the looks of it -- and is instead cautiously circling it, running his fingers over its surface and squinting at the dials and plugs in the back.
if it looks like he's never seen a television before, it's because he sure as hell hasn't.
he'll stop the moment he realizes someone else is in the room though, quickly straightening up and giving a sheepish laugh. ]
Ah, were you going to use the, ah ... [ what was the word, again. something-vision. ] -- this?
two.
[ away from the center plaza, in a quieter area of the campus, on a bench under a tree. serpico's seated there quietly, back straight, posture proper, but gaze directed blankly out at nowhere in particular. he looks kind of dazed, like he has way too much to think over.
and also there's this massive, hawk-sized dragonfly crawling from his shoulder to his head to his lap and back up to his head, mussing up his hair.
it's just his carrier, chirping away curiously, but to a passerby it might look a bit like he needs rescuing?! ]
three.
[ he'll work. yes, that's good. the tedium of work is something far more familiar to him than all this talk of magic and heroes, and it'll help calm him down. also, earning some money would probably be a good idea.
he's a bit more used to walking and traveling than he is with mining, so -- letter-delivery it is. ]
a.
[ a curious sight around the letter route: a flying micropig squealing in terror as it flies dangerously close past you, scattering a few letters in its wake. it's chased by a huge, chittering dragonfly ... followed by serpico chasing them both at a sprint, shouting a breathless 'sorry!' at you.
fortunately, the pig does a sharp u-turn to avoid a wall, barreling back into serpico's arms, and he gets to stop for air, squeezing the pig tight so it doesn't try to fly away again when the dragonfly lands on his head. ]
I'm terribly sorry for that. I hope you haven't been hurt? [ he still sounds a little breathless as he circles back to where you are, crouching down to fetch the dropped letters. ] I think it was spooked by my, ah ... [ carrier. he means carrier, but he just gestures vaguely at the dragonfly. ]
b.
[ those at the letter pick-up area might spot serpico sighing as he returns with a tired-looking micropig and an empty mailbag.
also, he's got what looks like salad in his hair. ]
Please be careful. [ he smiles weakly, if he notices anyone looking at him, brushing his hand through his hair. ] It seems these letters really are quite upsetting to receive. Someone was angry enough to throw their lunch at me.
serpico | berserk
[ there's so much here he can't identify, it's hard to know where to begin. serpico's allowed himself to be shepherded along since he woke up, quietly following those instructions to pick up a 'magical' weapon (which surely can't actually be magical) and a 'carrier,' but after that ... frankly, he feels a little lost. this isn't where he's supposed to be. this isn't what he should be doing. none of this is right.
he ends up settling for familiar territory to ground himself, testing out this new weapon of his.
a short way away from the armory, down a quieter stretch of hallway, one might hear the sounds of something sharp and metallic whipping through the air. turn the corner and there's serpico giving his new rapier a test swing -- and gently tapping at a wall with the very tip of the blade. there's a pause as he studies his own weapon.
and then, suddenly, the rapier's scabbard goes launching out of his hand to whack against the wall with a loud clatter. ]
Oh. [ he looks a little taken aback, even more so when he looks up and realizes he's not alone. ] Sorry, was the noise a bother?
one.
[ someone who walks into one of the quieter, out-of-the-way leisure rooms might find serpico investigating the television. as in, he's ignoring whatever's playing on the screen -- a cooking show, by the looks of it -- and is instead cautiously circling it, running his fingers over its surface and squinting at the dials and plugs in the back.
if it looks like he's never seen a television before, it's because he sure as hell hasn't.
he'll stop the moment he realizes someone else is in the room though, quickly straightening up and giving a sheepish laugh. ]
Ah, were you going to use the, ah ... [ what was the word, again. something-vision. ] -- this?
two.
[ away from the center plaza, in a quieter area of the campus, on a bench under a tree. serpico's seated there quietly, back straight, posture proper, but gaze directed blankly out at nowhere in particular. he looks kind of dazed, like he has way too much to think over.
and also there's this massive, hawk-sized dragonfly crawling from his shoulder to his head to his lap and back up to his head, mussing up his hair.
it's just his carrier, chirping away curiously, but to a passerby it might look a bit like he needs rescuing?! ]
three.
[ he'll work. yes, that's good. the tedium of work is something far more familiar to him than all this talk of magic and heroes, and it'll help calm him down. also, earning some money would probably be a good idea.
he's a bit more used to walking and traveling than he is with mining, so -- letter-delivery it is. ]