Post by Varian on Jun 7, 2019 17:37:47 GMT
(ooc: January 5th, around where some of the shops would be located. Open to all who would be in Paris at this time.)
"Okay. I got the extra metal, some gears, a couple of pipes, additional glass crafting materials... I think I should be set," Varian said, more to himself than anyone else. It must have looked like an odd sight, a scrawny teenager flitting to and fro between shops to get what he needed. While no one had particularly gone out of their way to say anything, Varian had gotten the occasional odd look. They would see soon enough. Civilians didn't understand these sorts of things. He knew that from experience. Even still, as he walked away from the last shop he had perused and adjusted his bag over his shoulder, he felt like something was off. What was he forgetting...?
A complaint from within his stomach was the immediate answer he got. Varian had skipped a few meals over the last couple of days of working on prototype designs. Nothing had been more important, he thought. Now that he was outside of his makeshift lab and able to smell everything he could ever have wanted, though, it was easy to remember what he'd been missing out on.
"...Maybe a quick bite to eat wouldn't hurt," Varian told himself. He'd have to bring back something for Ruddiger anyway. That day, Varian had left his buddy back in the workshop of sorts so someone would be there to keep an eye on things. He also thought it would make him look a little less conspicuous as he made his way around Paris proper. The question now became where he should go for a quick bit of lunch? After all his expenses from previous purchases, Varian didn't have quite as much to work with. He pondered, then found himself following his nose before he realized what was happening.
When he next realized where he was, Varian found himself in front of a street vendor. Sandwiches seemed to be the common thing they were selling, and right then? Varian wasn't willing to complain. It looked like it wouldn't be too expensive of a venture, either. So, after digging out his remaining money from within his pocket, Varian offered it up.
"I'll take one of those sandwiches," Varian said. In the past, there might have been a 'please' thrown in. Now? Well, Varian didn't see the need to bother. The vendor did frown a bit, but didn't say anything and took Varian's money. Within a few minutes, Varian was watching the sandwich being made. Soon, it was handed to him. Varian took it with a soft, almost inaudible 'thanks' before turning and walking on his way. He'd just share some of the sandwich with Ruddiger and that would be that, he told himself. Besides, Ruddiger wouldn't mind if he took a while longer to get back. He settled himself on the nearest bench, unfolded the paper on his sandwich, and went to take the first bite.
Maybe it was because it was the first proper meal he'd had recently, but the sandwich was better than Varian had expected. He didn't even care who might have been looking his way right then. For the moment, Varian just was content to relax and enjoy a little bit of time to himself.
"Okay. I got the extra metal, some gears, a couple of pipes, additional glass crafting materials... I think I should be set," Varian said, more to himself than anyone else. It must have looked like an odd sight, a scrawny teenager flitting to and fro between shops to get what he needed. While no one had particularly gone out of their way to say anything, Varian had gotten the occasional odd look. They would see soon enough. Civilians didn't understand these sorts of things. He knew that from experience. Even still, as he walked away from the last shop he had perused and adjusted his bag over his shoulder, he felt like something was off. What was he forgetting...?
A complaint from within his stomach was the immediate answer he got. Varian had skipped a few meals over the last couple of days of working on prototype designs. Nothing had been more important, he thought. Now that he was outside of his makeshift lab and able to smell everything he could ever have wanted, though, it was easy to remember what he'd been missing out on.
"...Maybe a quick bite to eat wouldn't hurt," Varian told himself. He'd have to bring back something for Ruddiger anyway. That day, Varian had left his buddy back in the workshop of sorts so someone would be there to keep an eye on things. He also thought it would make him look a little less conspicuous as he made his way around Paris proper. The question now became where he should go for a quick bit of lunch? After all his expenses from previous purchases, Varian didn't have quite as much to work with. He pondered, then found himself following his nose before he realized what was happening.
When he next realized where he was, Varian found himself in front of a street vendor. Sandwiches seemed to be the common thing they were selling, and right then? Varian wasn't willing to complain. It looked like it wouldn't be too expensive of a venture, either. So, after digging out his remaining money from within his pocket, Varian offered it up.
"I'll take one of those sandwiches," Varian said. In the past, there might have been a 'please' thrown in. Now? Well, Varian didn't see the need to bother. The vendor did frown a bit, but didn't say anything and took Varian's money. Within a few minutes, Varian was watching the sandwich being made. Soon, it was handed to him. Varian took it with a soft, almost inaudible 'thanks' before turning and walking on his way. He'd just share some of the sandwich with Ruddiger and that would be that, he told himself. Besides, Ruddiger wouldn't mind if he took a while longer to get back. He settled himself on the nearest bench, unfolded the paper on his sandwich, and went to take the first bite.
Maybe it was because it was the first proper meal he'd had recently, but the sandwich was better than Varian had expected. He didn't even care who might have been looking his way right then. For the moment, Varian just was content to relax and enjoy a little bit of time to himself.
