[ so this is definitely not rieze maxia or elympios. that much is very, very clear. little else is. jude stepped off the train to marksburg, and... this is not marksburg. not even close.
jude has been wandering aimlessly, trying his best to keep his wits about him, for a good ten minutes before stumbling upon the caravan and supplies. his first instinct is to investigate it, but — he holds back. something tells him that he shouldn't get too close to anything that might as well have a huge ? marked on it when he's in a place beyond any schism he's aware of. you never know.
milla, what have you gotten me into this time... ?
maybe his thoughts will reach her down there in the spirit world.
the supplies, however... well, jude's sure he can find something that might be useful. he doesn't know what kind of situation(s) he may or may not end up in, but a first aid kit is the first thing he goes rummaging for. medical supplies of any kind will help — you never know when that med school degree will come in handy! fortunately, he still has his artes, of course, but traditional medicine is important too, especially in a foreign environment like this. ]
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[ jude is hesitant, of course, because there's always a chance that these things could trick him and devour him whole! but...
but they look so harmless, and jude is lacking in company right now. he leans down, hands on his knees. ]
Come here, little guys. Come on. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise.
[ a couple of baby palai crawl up to his feet, and he crouches down to tentatively give them each a pat on the head. ]
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[ once jude comes this far, it quickly becomes apparent that he's not going to leave the library anytime soon. he's in his element here. there's so much information to pour over — it seems endless, and all worries of running on a time limit have dissipated. it's clear that there's no train back home in plain sight, so the next best thing he can do is educate himself, right?
anyone who stumbles in will see jude sitting down with a stack of books taller than him, tracing over words and pictures and mumbling to himself, very obviously trying to decipher the text through sheer willpower alone. sorry, but he doesn't notice you. ]
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jude has been wandering aimlessly, trying his best to keep his wits about him, for a good ten minutes before stumbling upon the caravan and supplies. his first instinct is to investigate it, but — he holds back. something tells him that he shouldn't get too close to anything that might as well have a huge ? marked on it when he's in a place beyond any schism he's aware of. you never know.
milla, what have you gotten me into this time... ?
maybe his thoughts will reach her down there in the spirit world.
the supplies, however... well, jude's sure he can find something that might be useful. he doesn't know what kind of situation(s) he may or may not end up in, but a first aid kit is the first thing he goes rummaging for. medical supplies of any kind will help — you never know when that med school degree will come in handy! fortunately, he still has his artes, of course, but traditional medicine is important too, especially in a foreign environment like this. ]
[ jude is hesitant, of course, because there's always a chance that these things could trick him and devour him whole! but...
but they look so harmless, and jude is lacking in company right now. he leans down, hands on his knees. ]
Come here, little guys. Come on. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise.
[ a couple of baby palai crawl up to his feet, and he crouches down to tentatively give them each a pat on the head. ]
[ once jude comes this far, it quickly becomes apparent that he's not going to leave the library anytime soon. he's in his element here. there's so much information to pour over — it seems endless, and all worries of running on a time limit have dissipated. it's clear that there's no train back home in plain sight, so the next best thing he can do is educate himself, right?
anyone who stumbles in will see jude sitting down with a stack of books taller than him, tracing over words and pictures and mumbling to himself, very obviously trying to decipher the text through sheer willpower alone. sorry, but he doesn't notice you. ]