Scenario 22

Jesse nearly fell out of bed hearing a distant boom that shook the window above his bed. Jesse almost mistook the sensation for an earthquake, quickly remembering that he wasn't near any fault zones. An earthquake made no sense. It had to be an explosion, something absolutely massive. Jesse hoisted himself up and tossed his sheets on the bed, rubbing his eyes as he slowly made his way over to his closet. He was just wearing his pants and if he was going to run outside, he ought to have the decency to put on his trousers. A few minutes slipped by as Jesse got on his clothes, including a white button up that he was already regretting as he made his way out of the door. He was going to have the bleach this shirt tonight, there wasn't any real doubt in that.

Standing by the gates, looking as if he were waiting for someone was a young military-esque man. He had a few years on Jesse, as well as a few inches, but Jesse had a gut feeling about the guy. He seemed to be interested in going toward the source of the explosion and if Jesse's guess was right, he was probably a white mage as well. He gave a nod towards the man whom he had yet to meet, giving a friendly smile toward the man. "You headin' in?" Jesse directed, looking from the man toward the source of commotion. When Jesse's gaze returned to the wanderer, he extended a hand and gave his introduction "Jesse Wolfe, white mage, summoner, your company for this little venture into hell."