「 Spade Territory; Outside the Triage Centre 」.
⤷ @phoenixkadeu
From outside the Triage Centre, the golden hues of a man’s blond hair shone underneath the midday sun as he was clearly trying to get inside. It wasn’t without a few nosey eyes looking shamelessly at the interaction between the man and the guards, the place of healing and education was limited to only members of the Spade faction. One of the few bystanders just so happened to be Jeo Duri, an assistant emitter for the centre.
Duri had been on his return from Barracks to the Triage Centre, a familiar pathway for the Nine of Spades, the male having taken time out of his work day to meet with one of the members in charge of room assignments. The conversation regarding getting a better room had left Duri in a slightly bitter mood.
Obviously not a Spade. He thought to himself, understanding instantly as to why an individual would not be granted access to enter the Triage Centre. Pitying those non Spades that come there, from years of observation Duri has come to understand that more often than not those who are trying to enter need medical help. It seemed as though that his day was not going nearly as bad as this blond man’s was, involving himself in their problems would not be a wise move for the healer but despite that, it would go against Duri’s nature to simply ignore them. There was no real way for Duri to ignore the male anyways, not without it being painfully obvious while they were blocking his way from going through the doors into the Triage Centre as it was.
Approaching head on, Duri was not worried about the fact that he did not currently don his armour but wore comfortable fighting leathers personalised with his rank marked on the shoulder, an unusual taste for the Spades faction. The guards were there though, should he have to rely on someone to save him while he was without any physical protection.
“State what your business is here.” He half demanded - half questioned bluntly, his distain for a non Spade was practically non existent and definitely not nearly as severe as the guards’ but he needed to gauge if there was a reason good enough for him to lend them his help.
Wanting to remain stoic, the hardened look on the Spade’s face momentarily fell as he saw the small animal, a cat, in the other man’s arms.
