[Open] And outside, the world slipped over the brink

[communish]

WHO: Bucky Barnes & others
WHAT: Catch-all, open & closed starters, continued TDM
WHEN: April
WHERE: Free Cities, Nocwich, maybe Horizon
WARNING: None yet, but discussion of violence seems likely with this guy.
OTHER: Brackets and prose are both fine.

ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ
ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ɪs ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙʀᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴡ ʟɪɢʜᴛ
ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴡᴀʀᴍ
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴡɴ

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[supersoldier]

Sephiroth has been a member of the Free Cities military since practically day one in Abraxas. With Fort Wilbridge being nestled in the confines of Cadens itself, his daily duties usually involve guard work — patrolling the city streets and alleys and businesses along his usual route. With time comes familiarity, and with familiarity comes the ability to pick out those who stand out among the natives. Usually, those that look lost every other month or so means one thing: new Summoned have arrived, trying their best to acclimate to a new world, city, lifestyle.

Some do better than most.

During today’s patrol, he finds yet another, looking particularly lost. From where he stands, his eyes track him for a moment, wondering if the man might ask anyone at all for directions. Another citizen. A shop worker. A guard.

When an indeterminate amount of time has passed, Sephiroth finally approaches, and speaks up in a bland manner when he’s near enough.]

You’re lost.