(ooc: killing creatures and unprovoked attacks in some prompts)
Jesper had taken notice of some he knew missing, and so Kaz had gone out looking for information. Alone. Not that it was unusual all things considered, but then he'd yet to run into true trouble in this place.
He hadn't gone down without a fight, too used to taking a beating and still pushing on until they gave. They didn't give. He's a bloody mess by the time they take him down, his cane lost in the fight and kicked away from him, but at least he's getting up. One of them isn't. The last thing he remembers is a hard, ringing blow to the head and then the world went black.
He comes to in a dark place, wet and thick and even if there was light his eyes are running with some toxin... and one is more than a bit swollen from the fight. There's something else in there, something he can feel against his body and that's enough for him to fight to get free, whether there's someone in there with him or not.
- Surviving -
Kaz wastes no time working on ways of means of getting out of there, including making sure the next time he encounters someone in one of those masks, he's not so easy a target.
He spends his days and what energy he has scrounging through the space they're in. Searching bodies he finds, glad for his gloves as he picks through rotten ground and husks for something edible. Always he's looking for those he knows, but that could well lead to coming upon someone needing help. At this point he might well even help though it's not usually in his nature.
That said, what he finds and makes he isn't always quick to share. Not openly. Nor will most see him eating or drinking as often as he should, more worrying about Inej and others being taken care of. Even if it means laying in wait for one of the rats or snakes and using chips of bone to skin and gut them.
He's still a mess from the fight, including a cut on one cheek and that eye swollen, and that doesn't stop him from fighting with thorny vines and risking cuts from rocks as he tries to explore everywhere he can. There has to be answers here, and he'll be damned if he rests until he finds them. Even if, as the days go on, he begins to look more sallow, the wounds green and purple around the edges and only adding to his sickly look.
When one of the locals says the wrong thing, all of that anger and frustration and, not that he would admit, fear that is building inside of Kaz breaks free. He moves with an awkward gait that hides the leg bone he had scavenged and now swings with all his weight at the person unless someone else stops him.
** week one **
(ooc: killing creatures and unprovoked attacks in some prompts)
Jesper had taken notice of some he knew missing, and so Kaz had gone out looking for information. Alone. Not that it was unusual all things considered, but then he'd yet to run into true trouble in this place.
He hadn't gone down without a fight, too used to taking a beating and still pushing on until they gave. They didn't give. He's a bloody mess by the time they take him down, his cane lost in the fight and kicked away from him, but at least he's getting up. One of them isn't. The last thing he remembers is a hard, ringing blow to the head and then the world went black.
He comes to in a dark place, wet and thick and even if there was light his eyes are running with some toxin... and one is more than a bit swollen from the fight. There's something else in there, something he can feel against his body and that's enough for him to fight to get free, whether there's someone in there with him or not.
- Surviving -
Kaz wastes no time working on ways of means of getting out of there, including making sure the next time he encounters someone in one of those masks, he's not so easy a target.
He spends his days and what energy he has scrounging through the space they're in. Searching bodies he finds, glad for his gloves as he picks through rotten ground and husks for something edible. Always he's looking for those he knows, but that could well lead to coming upon someone needing help. At this point he might well even help though it's not usually in his nature.
That said, what he finds and makes he isn't always quick to share. Not openly. Nor will most see him eating or drinking as often as he should, more worrying about Inej and others being taken care of. Even if it means laying in wait for one of the rats or snakes and using chips of bone to skin and gut them.
He's still a mess from the fight, including a cut on one cheek and that eye swollen, and that doesn't stop him from fighting with thorny vines and risking cuts from rocks as he tries to explore everywhere he can. There has to be answers here, and he'll be damned if he rests until he finds them. Even if, as the days go on, he begins to look more sallow, the wounds green and purple around the edges and only adding to his sickly look.
When one of the locals says the wrong thing, all of that anger and frustration and, not that he would admit, fear that is building inside of Kaz breaks free. He moves with an awkward gait that hides the leg bone he had scavenged and now swings with all his weight at the person unless someone else stops him.