New friends? (Rhett)

[Robert Pratt]

Robert headed out into the city with his basket on his arm, and rucksack on his back. There were still blankets in there, but there were also waterproofsdue to the change in the seasons. The usual food and drinks were in there, all good and healthy things designed to have as many calories and slow release energy as possible. Of course, there were also leaflets that had a small map to direct you to The Sanctuary as well as a listing of the facilities, classes, and everything offered there. It was good to be doing this again, after spending almost 2 years in silent meditation within the Inner Sanctum. The city had been one in turmoil, full of anger and violence, with death surrounding everyone and everything. However, after his time spent contemplating on the world and his place within it, he felt stronger than ever before and knew what he needed to do. It would take time, and determination, and he would need to do quite a bit of research - but he knew that what this city needed to do was to come together in one way or another.

His feet slapped on the pavements as he strode confidently through the streets, the darkness no longer holding the fear it once had. He was stronger than Muga, and there was nothing he could do to stop Robert from completing his goals. He knew that now, and he wasn't worried and afraid. Street after street he visited, all the usual haunts where those less fortunate souls called home. Food, drink, clothing, and leaflets were all handed out, as well as kind words and clean needles. He was under no illusion that his words alone could ever immediately cure someone of their addictions. However, if he could remove the dirty and used needles from the streets then perhaps he could give those poor people more hope of finally getting clean without some sort of infection or disease riddling them forever more.

He was pleased to see the faces on the street, some of whom he recognised and who recognised him in return. Catching up with people he may have never seen again was always nice. Of course, his efforts were not always met with friendliness in return. Some people were suspicious, others angry, while others yet again were actually violent. This was why he insisted that those from the Sanctuary who carried out this work, did so in pairs as a minimum..... a rule which of course did not apply to him. Anything that could threaten and endanger him, was something that he absolutely did not want to expose an innocent to!

Of course, on his travels he came across blood thieves, sorcerers and a paladin or two. Some he left well alone, knowing it was more trouble than it was worth from the way in which they were armed or looked at him. However some, he knew and willingly fed and talked to - smiling as he saw his powers flowing into the blood thieves who drank from him. It was anice night, and all was going well. Some people had even promised to visit the Sanctuary and perhaps get themselves a bed. One less person on the streets was one less person in as much danger - which was absolutely a win in Robert's book!

And so his night continued, happily, with a smile on his face, and even a cheery whistle from time to time as he oved from one spot to the next, his supplies depleting as he went.

[Rhett Keyes]

Life was going pretty good, all things considered. Rhett had decided to forgo any reservations about mingling with humans because he was a vampire and felt back to his old self again. More or less. Rhett couldn't very well be his old self again, could he? He could certainly try. And try he did and was going to keep on trying until Rhett felt like his regular self again. Pre-vampire days. Or nights, since days kept him sleeping during that time.

Rhett had spent the better part of the week prior scouting for open paramedic jobs and had an interview lined up for this coming Friday. A different district, a more 'seedier' one, but a night job none the less. The only problem would be the rotating schedule, but if he went in strongly requesting nights and knowing his stuff (which Rhett did), then maybe, they'd forgo the rotating shifts for him. A big maybe, but one he was willing to try and see about. While he wasn't searching for paramedic jobs, Rhett was doing even more research for something he would hope to start in the next year or so. In precisely twenty-six days (not that Rhett was counting), he had an appointment to speak with the director of youth athletics at a community club in the same district Rhett hoped to work in. Hopefully one of those two prospects would work themselves out, so Rhett could start feeling like himself again.

He had left his and Dhara's apartment to get some supplies for his presentation, taking his usual preferred method of travel. Foot. Even though carbon foot print didn't mean a lot for Rhett anymore, he still held to the ideal that if he was able and capable, then he was going to do what he was able and capable of. Why should he not travel by foot, when he has two perfectly capable feet, and he had the whole night ahead of him? It shouldn't take too long to get what Rhett needed. Some large card board stock, a ruler, markers, double sided sticky tape and a few other odds and ends he saw as Rhett was shopping.

Rhett took the shortcut from the flats, to some other set of apartments on the other side of the tall gates of the qz, then headed towards the market place in riverwood. He didn't know which store, or stores would sell the things he needed, but with the night so young and a pocket full of cash, Rhett could afford to meander a little and poke his head into some shops. Who knew what he might find?