Waking surrounded by crystals is unexpected to say the least and he sits up slowly, the sounds of cries still echoing in his ears from his last memory, his fingers flexing as he reaches for his sword, finding it missing. That's alarming enough that he shakes off his disorientation and moves to his feet, gaze drifting over the surrounding area. It's not too long though before he's brought to the so-called government center.
The information is confusing, if something for him to file away and think over later and once he's released, footsteps carry him through the government center, gaze taking in the odd appearance of the place before he finally finds himself outside.
And while the directions take him a few minutes to sort out, he eventually finds his way to his new lodgings, pausing after he enters to survey the room before he rubs a hand over his face and moves to sit somewhere on the floor, taking a few slow deep breaths as he closes his eyes.
It's enough to help him center himself, breathing slowly until he feels a little less lost in his own skin, his expression as neutral as he can manage before he finally stands, moving to examine the rest of the place.
And later, he's out in the city itself, heading for what's supposed to be a market to see if there's anything he can find that looks familiar, although he stops outside the building and glances up at the sign before entering.
Not that he has any of the money this place calls for on him, but maybe he can bargain something out.
Got milk
Cooking lessons sound useful so of course he's interested, even if he's attending the lesson alone, watching the chefs intently as they prepare said dishes before he samples a few Octopus isn't really something he's ever tasted before so it's definitely a new experience, and the food is unsurprisingly good.
The recipes seem simple enough to follow as well, although his cooking experience is rather limited, but it's nothing he can't pick up if he tries. And there's always the option of asking for help if he really needs it.
[Brackets or prose welcome. Also feel free to throw your own scenarios at me if you have a specific idea. ]
Jiang Fengmian | Mo Dao Zu Shi
Waking surrounded by crystals is unexpected to say the least and he sits up slowly, the sounds of cries still echoing in his ears from his last memory, his fingers flexing as he reaches for his sword, finding it missing. That's alarming enough that he shakes off his disorientation and moves to his feet, gaze drifting over the surrounding area. It's not too long though before he's brought to the so-called government center.
The information is confusing, if something for him to file away and think over later and once he's released, footsteps carry him through the government center, gaze taking in the odd appearance of the place before he finally finds himself outside.
And while the directions take him a few minutes to sort out, he eventually finds his way to his new lodgings, pausing after he enters to survey the room before he rubs a hand over his face and moves to sit somewhere on the floor, taking a few slow deep breaths as he closes his eyes.
It's enough to help him center himself, breathing slowly until he feels a little less lost in his own skin, his expression as neutral as he can manage before he finally stands, moving to examine the rest of the place.
And later, he's out in the city itself, heading for what's supposed to be a market to see if there's anything he can find that looks familiar, although he stops outside the building and glances up at the sign before entering.
Not that he has any of the money this place calls for on him, but maybe he can bargain something out.
Got milk
Cooking lessons sound useful so of course he's interested, even if he's attending the lesson alone, watching the chefs intently as they prepare said dishes before he samples a few Octopus isn't really something he's ever tasted before so it's definitely a new experience, and the food is unsurprisingly good.
The recipes seem simple enough to follow as well, although his cooking experience is rather limited, but it's nothing he can't pick up if he tries. And there's always the option of asking for help if he really needs it.
[Brackets or prose welcome. Also feel free to throw your own scenarios at me if you have a specific idea. ]