Jannistory19
The Eager Rper
The scent of dampness danced in Janine’s room, slowly rousing her from sleep. She groaned, body heavy from tiredness as she yawned and rubbed her eyes. As she looked around her darkened room; for a moment she forgot what day it was, but her memory had cleared up rather quickly. A groan came from Janine as she got out of her bed, the scents outside becoming stronger as she walked to her window. She looked outside, seeing the darkness of the sky as rain fell down.
Shit. It was cold and wet too. It apparently had been raining for a while now. She couldn’t tell what time of the day it was thanks to the dark clouds, but considering the slack of people, it had to be nighttime. A worried expression painted Janine’s face, as she knew that each minute just drew Raban closer to his fate. The thought just made her want to cry again, but she shut herself down. No. Crying wasn’t going to help. But sitting around wasn’t going to help either. Janine looked out the window as the strength of rain got stronger. She thought about Raban and when he shifted in front of everyone, sighing as he folded his clothes. She wondered if he was still in wolf form or if he was in human form, and whether he was warm or not. The silver in the metal of the cage had to be doing a number on him, and she feared that he would be unable to completely do things consciously on his own. Recalling him tearing his clothes, she had the brief thought to get clothes for him, for whenever he somehow shifted back on his own.
She had to see how he was doing. She couldn’t do it during the day, but the night was when most of the population went to bed. Looking at the lack of people in the streets, she had to guess that it was well within the realm of nighttime. Best time to go off actually - late enough to not be seen by nearly anyone who was already inside their homes, quick to avoid the rain and cold. Before she saw Raban, however, she needed to go to the inn where he housed himself all this time, and ask the people if she could be allowed to go in his room. Hopefully Sir Kiegal and Greaves were asleep. Especially Greaves. She didn’t feel safe around him at all, and without backup, she didn’t have the confidence to encounter him alone. But all that aside, she needed to be quick and inconspicuous.
Janine nodded her head with conviction. Yes. Get in, give him clothes, and get out. Maybe a quick goodbye while she was at it.
…
Janine sighed - thinking negatively was easy these last several hours. Shaking her head, she gathered clothes she didn’t mind getting wet, and searched for something to cloak her body with to stave off some of the rain. It took a while, but she eventually found an old and thin blanket with her and a small sack to store his clothes in. Sneaking out the window, Janine dropped to the ground below, thanking the gods that she didn’t slip in the mud. She turned to the stables to check on the horses, running up to Venus and Chestnut with a determined look on her face.
“Hey Venus, Chestnut. I promised to come back here and check on you,” Janine said as she petted her mare. Venus snorted softly, nudging her owner gently in response to the petting. Janine walked around her horse to approach Chestnut, grabbing her brush to stroke down Chestnut’s longer hair.
“Hope your dinner was good for you. I’ve yet to eat, I’ve just woken up,” Janine said as she brushed the larger mare. She stopped brushing after a couple of minutes, and sighed to herself. “It turns out that it’s raining tonight. Good thing you’re here to stay out of it.” Janine said with a soft chuckle. Her face grew more solemn right afterwards. “I… can’t sit still. Raban’s all in the cage alone and just weak and helpless and in pain from the silver. I’m trying not to imagine him like some helpless puppy, but I don’t know what to think in this situation.”
She looked up to face the streets outside her fence. “I’m going to go to the inn you used to stay at, to get clothes for Raban. Then I’m going to go see him, Chestnut. Just to check on him. Everyone should be gone by now, and I want him to know I’m here for him.” She looked in Chestnut’s eyes a moment later. “That we’re here for him. I know, it’s foolish, but I just know I wouldn’t be doing this if he had just…” Janine paused and sighed, knowing that Chestnut knew what she was going to say. She sighed as she stood back up on her two feet.
“I need to get going. It’s already raining hard enough as is. I will not be very happy about it, but I’ve made up my mind. I’d ask for you to come with me, but I’m afraid of the risk of you getting sick. She blinked and shrugged at Chestnut. “Before you say anything, I don’t know if demons get sick. But you’re trapped in a horse’s body, and horses can get sick. I just figured that if I’m doing this I’d tell you instead of leaving you in the dark. I don’t think I want to feel how hot you can really get,” the young woman mused as she wrapped herself in the thin blanket. She wasn’t sure how convinced Chestnut would be in her reasoning, but she hoped it would be enough. She began to walk out of the stables.
“I’ll be back in a while. I’ll tell you everything that happens when I get back, I promise,” Janine said as she turned around and faced the wet ground outside. She groaned, but gathered the nerve to walk out from under the stables and into the rain. She almost immediately switched to a run, opening the gate and trying her best to close it in a hurry before dashing off onto the soaked streets of Amastad.
Kiegal listened to Sir Reginald as he spoke, nodding his head shortly thereafter. He took a sip of his water while he gathered his thoughts; Sir Gerald and Sir Reginald seemed to have spoken their pieces of wisdom about the situation, and now it’s time for him to think about everything he had learned today. He nodded before he finished his cup of water, setting the cup onto the table with a sigh.
“I see. I suppose I do owe Raban the right to speak, given the special circumstances.” He got out of his seat and stood up straight before bowing a little. “Thank you Sir Gerald and Sir Reginald for your input and wisdom. You have given me a lot to think about. I appreciate you speaking with me. Thank you for the water, and I bid you goodnight,” Keigal said as he turned around to the doors.
Gerald nodded his head and watched as Sir Kiegal approached the door. “Hey, when all is said and done, would you consider telling me your decision?” he asked.
Sir Kiegal turned back to the old man, pausing for a moment in thought. “If you wish, Sir. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt,” Kiegal replied just as he pushed the door to leave the tavern. Gerald smirked a little at Kiegal’s answer, pleased that he’d be able to know what ultimately happened to Raban. He turned to Reginald, a brow raised at him as he smirked. “Before you say anything, you should’ve known I'd want to know what would become of Raban. Not everyday you get an Olf'way in the Order. And I know you’d want to know as well, don’t deny it,” the old man jested with a chuckle.
Janine struggled to look for the inn at this time of night - the streets looked different at night, not to mention the rain made it hard to see properly. Janine was already feeling the pang of regret as she stood in the rain, her blanket quickly proving to be a poor shield for the rain. The cold was already beginning to gnaw at her, and the cold was what Janine feared clinging to her body during this time of year. But Janine shook some water off, ignoring the water that dripped down her sleeves and pants.
“Okay, where are you? I’ve seen you before,” Janine muttered to herself as she searched the streets. She sniffed the air for a familiar scent, but the rain had drowned out anything that could give off a scent and instead filled the air with its own scent. She sighed, going in circles for a few moments before closing her eyes and mapping out the streets. When she was confident enough to move again, Janine moved on, eventually running past the tavern in her quest to find the inn.
Shit. It was cold and wet too. It apparently had been raining for a while now. She couldn’t tell what time of the day it was thanks to the dark clouds, but considering the slack of people, it had to be nighttime. A worried expression painted Janine’s face, as she knew that each minute just drew Raban closer to his fate. The thought just made her want to cry again, but she shut herself down. No. Crying wasn’t going to help. But sitting around wasn’t going to help either. Janine looked out the window as the strength of rain got stronger. She thought about Raban and when he shifted in front of everyone, sighing as he folded his clothes. She wondered if he was still in wolf form or if he was in human form, and whether he was warm or not. The silver in the metal of the cage had to be doing a number on him, and she feared that he would be unable to completely do things consciously on his own. Recalling him tearing his clothes, she had the brief thought to get clothes for him, for whenever he somehow shifted back on his own.
She had to see how he was doing. She couldn’t do it during the day, but the night was when most of the population went to bed. Looking at the lack of people in the streets, she had to guess that it was well within the realm of nighttime. Best time to go off actually - late enough to not be seen by nearly anyone who was already inside their homes, quick to avoid the rain and cold. Before she saw Raban, however, she needed to go to the inn where he housed himself all this time, and ask the people if she could be allowed to go in his room. Hopefully Sir Kiegal and Greaves were asleep. Especially Greaves. She didn’t feel safe around him at all, and without backup, she didn’t have the confidence to encounter him alone. But all that aside, she needed to be quick and inconspicuous.
Janine nodded her head with conviction. Yes. Get in, give him clothes, and get out. Maybe a quick goodbye while she was at it.
…
Janine sighed - thinking negatively was easy these last several hours. Shaking her head, she gathered clothes she didn’t mind getting wet, and searched for something to cloak her body with to stave off some of the rain. It took a while, but she eventually found an old and thin blanket with her and a small sack to store his clothes in. Sneaking out the window, Janine dropped to the ground below, thanking the gods that she didn’t slip in the mud. She turned to the stables to check on the horses, running up to Venus and Chestnut with a determined look on her face.
“Hey Venus, Chestnut. I promised to come back here and check on you,” Janine said as she petted her mare. Venus snorted softly, nudging her owner gently in response to the petting. Janine walked around her horse to approach Chestnut, grabbing her brush to stroke down Chestnut’s longer hair.
“Hope your dinner was good for you. I’ve yet to eat, I’ve just woken up,” Janine said as she brushed the larger mare. She stopped brushing after a couple of minutes, and sighed to herself. “It turns out that it’s raining tonight. Good thing you’re here to stay out of it.” Janine said with a soft chuckle. Her face grew more solemn right afterwards. “I… can’t sit still. Raban’s all in the cage alone and just weak and helpless and in pain from the silver. I’m trying not to imagine him like some helpless puppy, but I don’t know what to think in this situation.”
She looked up to face the streets outside her fence. “I’m going to go to the inn you used to stay at, to get clothes for Raban. Then I’m going to go see him, Chestnut. Just to check on him. Everyone should be gone by now, and I want him to know I’m here for him.” She looked in Chestnut’s eyes a moment later. “That we’re here for him. I know, it’s foolish, but I just know I wouldn’t be doing this if he had just…” Janine paused and sighed, knowing that Chestnut knew what she was going to say. She sighed as she stood back up on her two feet.
“I need to get going. It’s already raining hard enough as is. I will not be very happy about it, but I’ve made up my mind. I’d ask for you to come with me, but I’m afraid of the risk of you getting sick. She blinked and shrugged at Chestnut. “Before you say anything, I don’t know if demons get sick. But you’re trapped in a horse’s body, and horses can get sick. I just figured that if I’m doing this I’d tell you instead of leaving you in the dark. I don’t think I want to feel how hot you can really get,” the young woman mused as she wrapped herself in the thin blanket. She wasn’t sure how convinced Chestnut would be in her reasoning, but she hoped it would be enough. She began to walk out of the stables.
“I’ll be back in a while. I’ll tell you everything that happens when I get back, I promise,” Janine said as she turned around and faced the wet ground outside. She groaned, but gathered the nerve to walk out from under the stables and into the rain. She almost immediately switched to a run, opening the gate and trying her best to close it in a hurry before dashing off onto the soaked streets of Amastad.
~~~~~~~~~
Kiegal listened to Sir Reginald as he spoke, nodding his head shortly thereafter. He took a sip of his water while he gathered his thoughts; Sir Gerald and Sir Reginald seemed to have spoken their pieces of wisdom about the situation, and now it’s time for him to think about everything he had learned today. He nodded before he finished his cup of water, setting the cup onto the table with a sigh.
“I see. I suppose I do owe Raban the right to speak, given the special circumstances.” He got out of his seat and stood up straight before bowing a little. “Thank you Sir Gerald and Sir Reginald for your input and wisdom. You have given me a lot to think about. I appreciate you speaking with me. Thank you for the water, and I bid you goodnight,” Keigal said as he turned around to the doors.
Gerald nodded his head and watched as Sir Kiegal approached the door. “Hey, when all is said and done, would you consider telling me your decision?” he asked.
Sir Kiegal turned back to the old man, pausing for a moment in thought. “If you wish, Sir. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt,” Kiegal replied just as he pushed the door to leave the tavern. Gerald smirked a little at Kiegal’s answer, pleased that he’d be able to know what ultimately happened to Raban. He turned to Reginald, a brow raised at him as he smirked. “Before you say anything, you should’ve known I'd want to know what would become of Raban. Not everyday you get an Olf'way in the Order. And I know you’d want to know as well, don’t deny it,” the old man jested with a chuckle.
~~~~~~~~~
Janine struggled to look for the inn at this time of night - the streets looked different at night, not to mention the rain made it hard to see properly. Janine was already feeling the pang of regret as she stood in the rain, her blanket quickly proving to be a poor shield for the rain. The cold was already beginning to gnaw at her, and the cold was what Janine feared clinging to her body during this time of year. But Janine shook some water off, ignoring the water that dripped down her sleeves and pants.
“Okay, where are you? I’ve seen you before,” Janine muttered to herself as she searched the streets. She sniffed the air for a familiar scent, but the rain had drowned out anything that could give off a scent and instead filled the air with its own scent. She sighed, going in circles for a few moments before closing her eyes and mapping out the streets. When she was confident enough to move again, Janine moved on, eventually running past the tavern in her quest to find the inn.