#invictusstart

Location: Anywhere 

The library was empty, he had made very sure of that before starting to lock up. Taking of few of the books, he made some notes behind the main desk of what he was borrowing and then stuffed them into his canvas messenger back. The final light was flicked off and he turned to go just as he heard the door open. “Whatever you want, it can wait until tomorrow. If not, this had better be an emergency.”

Gray huffed as he moved through the streets. He was back in Syndicate territory for the moment, his latest job done, and he wanted to get at least something for himself. However, for some reason, grabbing it from some dumpster was frowned upon and he had gone off, kicking a rock in frustration until he saw another person. “Hey, hey, you think if they chuck something, even if it’s perfectly good, it should be fair game, right?” He neglected to mention that it was an accidentally misplaced gold watch rather than actual trash.

Aylwin was spaced out as he worked on fixing a garment that a customer had brought in. He’d barely noticed the ringing of the bell at the entrance until he heard foot steps. Bright blue eyes shifted so that they were on the customer before he rose from his seat. “How may I help you today?”

“Okay, but seriously, do you think this would be interesting to fish?” He held up a small switchblade and began twirling it in one hand, shot glass in the other. “I mean, they wouldn’t see this everyday, right? It’s be, like, holy shit! Something that’s not water!” 

“You’re not amusing,” The shifter said, trying to hide a smile. The other was being a little obnoxious but in a mildly-cute way. “Why are you coming to distract me when I’m trying to do my job?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Settling into town was proving to be pretty easy. Kikei had finished his shift at the flower shop and was more than happy to just listen to the conversations of people passing along. The shop itself was a good place to get hold of gossip, but he found the street to be better. People hardly ever noticed the five-foot-four fae when he sat quietly and waited. So many creatures here and the factions only made him more interested in playing. Glancing toward the next person coming up the walk. “So,” he stated, deciding to insert himself into life again, “are you going somewhere fun or just running away from something else?”