Zombehs — Roleplayer Guild

Runik Brandt
His chest heaved, lungs drawing in deep breath after breath, as Runik slowed to an unsteady walk. Beads of sweat covered his forehead and his face was flushed from exertion, but runner’s high kept exhaustion at bay. The urge to take a seat remained, but he walked it off with the knowledge that if he sat down now it would be for a while. The sun was maybe half an hour from setting, so that meant classes were probably over by now and his room was a whole lot more comfortable than the sidewalk. 

He raised his arms skywards in a satisfying stretch and then grabbed his vest from the ground, shaking it to dust it off. Still too warm to put it on, he figured dinner before he returned to the school couldn’t hurt. A gentle breeze rolled off the sea into the city, and he grinned at the welcome sensation as he tried to remember the good eats around the area.

A bit later Runik made his way back to the school, vest tucked under his right arm, as his hands held the sandwich he munched on. And what a sandwich it was. Oh the po’ boy was probably one of a healthy eater’s many nightmares, but fuck’em it was delicious. A foot long sub sandwich crammed full of fried shrimp, lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, and tartar sauce. The bread was also toasted with melted butter beforehand which only added to the flavor festival, and even if he could feel his arteries cry out in horror, Runik enjoyed every bite. It even let him forget about how truly empty his wallet was at the moment. He didn't know how it was possible, but Lyssa had cleaned out both that and most of Nekoa's desserts through the afternoon. 

Movement in the fire painted sky, courtesy of the setting sun, caught Runik’s attention, and what he saw actually caused him to stop for a moment. The draconic wings were quite eye-catching after all, though they were joined to a distinctly humanoid shape. Runik was damn certain he had never seen anything like that on the island despite his many years here, and he watched it continue through the air before disappearing somewhere within the school grounds. ‘The hell did I miss this afternoon?’ Reluctantly he wrapped his meal up for the moment and then pulled his phone out, asking about what he had just seen in the group chat.  

It didn’t take long for him to get a flurry of replies from several other participants and his eyebrows climbed in surprise. ‘Geez, year’s starting off with a real bang.’ Slipping his phone back into a pocket, he then continued with both his meal and the walk back to the school. His legs didn’t really appreciate the hills he had to take, but the complaints were ignored and Runik soldiered on stoically. 

Eventually the school’s gates came into sight, and it just so happened to be as he finished the final bite of his sandwich. Crumpling the paper it had been wrapped in, he aimed at a nearby trashcan and took the shot. It hit the rim and tettered on the brink for a moment. Would it go in, or out? Well, Runik didn’t wait to find out, and flicked his hand casually. The movement summoned a gentle breeze that nudged his trash into the wastebin and he dusted his hands off as the tattoos dimmed.
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