make the choice to choose

[connatural]

WHO: Ashley Magnus
WHERE: South Village, by the water
WHEN: random Mornings throughout the month
OPEN TO: Everyone
WARNINGS: Updated as needed

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un: magnus

One more day of this normal routine and I'm going to fucking lose it. South Village. By the mill. Sparring partners needed before I go fucking nuts without work. Any morning from dawn until lunchish.

Ashley never thought about how much of her life was spent constantly on the go. Even in her downtime, she realized she wasn't likely to sit around long, coming up with reasons to get out and move. It's a restlessness that she took for granted when she had the Sanctuary work to do, and an entire city to traverse. Not to mention abnormals to contain, especially with the uptick because of the Cabal before this place.

Now if this place is Cabal or not, she doesn't know, but if it is, they already know what she's capable of so there's reason to hide it.

Mornings start with a run, heading out further each day, taking new routes, trying to not only learn this place but learn every path she might need for any reason. Not to mention the creatures, the resources, anything to keep her on her toes and know what she might need no matter what happens.

By the mill she practices with the few weapons she's gathered, using them in various ways so she knows the heft and weight of them in case. Everything is in case, even if here she has no idea in case of what. There's only so much a person can practice alone, so she hopes sending out that message will draw a few people to practice against. Will keep her on point, not to mention meaning she could get a chance to know more of those here. It's already been eye opening, and she's curious what else this place holds.

Comments

[borneinblood]

Druitt doesn't rush her. After the fight they've just had, he's well aware that there's going to need to be a certain amount of assessment involved. And not just on the physical end of things, either - while he and James had grown very much used to their verbal sparring, he's not certain how used to the idea of violence as pressure release Ashley might be. Still, he's perfectly willing to put the anger he'd been drawing on on hold until she finishes thinking.

It's only when she answers that he finally lets go of that anger, letting it fade back into the quiet background hum it usually is. And for all that he notices that her words are, perhaps, not as determined as they would normally be, he doesn't say anything about it. Not when it would most likely just be counterproductive.

"Mmm." There's a nod, too, enough to make it clear that he means it as a sort of non-verbal 'you're welcome'.