06-09-2015, 07:42 PM
The embassy HQ that formerly doubled as the Legion's base of operations in Freetown, was not completely taken over by them. At first glance, Jay was tempted to think the Legion was the national army of Morocco, but that was far from the truth. They were their own institution, and as their CEO made clear with the refugees, they were the personal army of Jacques Danjou. Jay's faith in their leader was shaken as his gait, but he stiffened his spine and hobbled on into the embassy late at night. His assignment served some purpose in reminding him why he was here. He was to act as a sort of liaison between the Red Cross and the Legion. At least it let him keep an eye on Natalie, who left him with the impression that she liked to risk her neck at the worst of times.
Although the sun was well below the horizon, as he entered the embassy building, heavy, humid air settled immediately into his skin and every inch of him peppered sweat beads. Most of the legionnaires had temporary quarters outside, but given his injury and some strange interest in him by his superior's, an order he couldn't fathom given his peon rank, he was ordered to return to HQ, report and stay. Fine by Jay. But at least outside there was the chance for a breeze.
He hiked upstairs, hard to do when his left knee was imprisoned in its webby cast beneath the pant leg. The only indication of its presence, other than the limp, was the lower hem floating free around his boot when it should be tucked to regulation. In fact, the entire boot was awkwardly laced given that it wrapped around a cast that stretched to his ankle.
Once report was over, he was dismissed to find food and a place to sleep. As food was all the way back down stairs, and he was achingly tired, he opted to go straight for the floor. He poked his head in a room after the first couple tries found others occupied to the max, and paused when he found Vanders tucked away in a place by himself.
"Nobody willing to share with your wizard ass Vanders?"
He smirked and let himself in.
Although the sun was well below the horizon, as he entered the embassy building, heavy, humid air settled immediately into his skin and every inch of him peppered sweat beads. Most of the legionnaires had temporary quarters outside, but given his injury and some strange interest in him by his superior's, an order he couldn't fathom given his peon rank, he was ordered to return to HQ, report and stay. Fine by Jay. But at least outside there was the chance for a breeze.
He hiked upstairs, hard to do when his left knee was imprisoned in its webby cast beneath the pant leg. The only indication of its presence, other than the limp, was the lower hem floating free around his boot when it should be tucked to regulation. In fact, the entire boot was awkwardly laced given that it wrapped around a cast that stretched to his ankle.
Once report was over, he was dismissed to find food and a place to sleep. As food was all the way back down stairs, and he was achingly tired, he opted to go straight for the floor. He poked his head in a room after the first couple tries found others occupied to the max, and paused when he found Vanders tucked away in a place by himself.
"Nobody willing to share with your wizard ass Vanders?"
He smirked and let himself in.
Only darkness shows you the light.