ph_logs | I Was Looking for a Breath of Life

Who: Valdis (

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What: Valdis wanders around Marrow Isle
When: April
Where: Various Locations on the Island
Warning(s):As needed

Oak & Iron | Open | CW: None

Things are going, but that’s about it. Her attempts to integrate herself into the community seems so much harder than she expected, perhaps because she’s not trying to play a role. It’s a balance, trying to find who she is outside of her past persona, outside of the Eterna, outside of Tiamat. She needs to gather allies, make new friends, and settle a life for herself. Valdis thought it would be easier to be happy.

As a result, she drops 50 brass on the bartop and flashes a smile at the next person who approaches. “Drinks all around!”

Around Town | Open | CW: None

Despite the demons that occasionally appear, her day patrols have been quiet enough that she checks in on the different businesses around town, saying hello to friends and acquaintances alike. Sometimes she’ll linger longer to discuss the recent happenings.

The night patrols are a little busier depending on if demons or those with ill intentions are around. Sometimes she runs into the Tristitia tormenting someone and has to drive the poor creature off. On this particular night, it is bothering someone, though she can’t quite make out who it is, she moves quickly to intercept.

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It'd been a long yet uneventful day patrolling the grounds, looking for some reason—any reason honestly—to be able to put his explosives to use in the name of the law, so before heading home, Jamison finally decided to check out the tavern officially. Hopefully, they had top-shelf or close to, not that he was spoiled or anything. After securing Lady Sugarhoof Von Neighneigh the First outside and strapping on her feedbag so she could have her dinner, he made his way inside.

Most were strangers, but that didn't bother Junkrat one bit as he gave nods of acknowledgments to those who made eye contact with him as he walked up to the bar. Just as he was about to order, a pretty lady made it rain hard enough to buy the whole place a round of drinks! The cherry on top was her smile. After all that had happened to him in the last few days, that simple gesture held comfort and normalcy, which he definitely appreciated. Instinctively, he returned it with a nod. ❝ Seems I'm just in time, hehe! Wot's the occasion, luv? Not that one needs a reason to celebrate, I reckon. ❞

Not only is this the perfect way to meet new people, it's a way to get into their good graces with near immediacy. The particular patron has an edge to him that grants her a minuscule internal pause, though she answers his question without a moments hesitation and plenty of charisma.

"No occasion, just don't want to be alone this evening and I've been feeling social."

❝ Sounds good ta' me. Being alone in your own thoughts isn't always fun. ❞ But now wasn't the time for dwelling on that, so with upbeat energy, he raised his hand in greeting while giving her a soft bow of his head. ❝ Name's Jamison. I'm pretty new around here. ❞

And it probably went without saying he was an Enforcer, seeing as he still had on his leather armor and weapons. After ordering a White Russian, extra sweet, or the equivalent, attention returned to her. ❝ Thanks for the drink... I'd love ta' be your company for the evenin'. So, wot do folks usually do around here for fun? ❞

Valdis makes notes of everything about this Jamison, but nothing horribly negative stands out. He's an enforcer, like her, but that means very little. The fact he orders a sweet drink instead of beer is of slight interest.

"Valdis, not quite as new, but still getting my footing." She picks up his drink when the bartender sets it down and offers it to him.

"There's plenty to do here, but it really depends on what your interests are before I can recommend anything specific."

❝ Valdis, ❞ Jamison repeated softly. ❝ Never heard that one before. Very pretty. ❞ Sounded kind of like the name of a cool sword from a video game or something. When she handed him the drink, he gave her a nod of appreciation before taking a sip.

As for interests, he didn't have to think long. After licking off the slight cream mustache from his lip, Junkrat answered in a hopeful tone, ❝ Honestly, I miss the music the most. I used ta' have customizations on me arm here, ❞ he lifted it up, the futuristic theme it once held now gone, replaced with a fancy steampunk aesthetic. ❝ And one of those was a speaker that allowed me to play music... But now, when I go on patrol, if I don't sing, it's nothin' but silence. ❞ His ember eyes held an optimistic glint as they caught hers.

She smiles when he compliments her name. Most don't realize the meaning behind it, but they don't need to. She owns it now, no matter where it came from or why it was given.

"I should introduce you to my friend Jeff, he's a musician and knows the music scene better than I do. His songs are quite magical."

She hums, picking up her own drink, making sure to catch his gaze with her brilliant emerald one.

"I think César was working on making a radio, maybe he can create a recording device and you can carry music with you again."

  It appeared Jamison's optimism had paid off. He'd hit a jackpot of info! The big grin forming on his lips could not be contained. ❝ I'd like that, yeah. Haven't been around long enough ta' know there was a music scene here. I can sing and play the guitar a little. Does he have a band? If not, maybe we should start one. ❞

  About the radio, he'd try not to get too excited about that just in case those plans fell through. Mentally, he made a note of both the names he should see about talking to sometimes. ❝ Hopefully! I'm an engineer—explosives and mechanical—so maybe there's somefin' I can help him with. I'll make sure ta' look him up... ❞

  ❝ Thanks for the info, luv. ❞ Jamison was so pleased with the news that he had almost forgotten the goal of the evening. Keeping the energy going, he had to ask, ❝ Ya' like ta' dance? If so, we could do that after we finish our drinks...? ❞

"I don't think Jeff has a band, but I know he plays with some others from time to time."

She takes another sip of her drink, sensing the excitement over both people she's mentioned to him. His question surprises her though.

"I'm afraid most of my dancing is quite formal in nature."

Not to judge a book by its cover, but he doesn't look like someone who does the waltz.

Jamison nodded as he lifted his glass to her in thanks for the information before taking a sip. It was a step in the right direction, for sure.

❝ Formal, ya' say? Like country line-dancin' except in fancy clothin' and slower music... Gotcha'. ❞ His expression held a hint of playfulness, but he added a wink to confirm he was only joking. ❝ I mean, I know the famous last dance from Dirty Dancing, if ya' want me to teach ya'? Nobody puts Valdis in a corner, hehe. ❞

Valdis offers a polite laugh and a smile.

"Perhaps, but also ballroom."

She can sense that Jamison is a friendly fellow, but considering his apparent love for explosives, she'll be keeping an eye on him.

"This island is less advanced than the world I come from, but it's pleasant enough."

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