ℱᴏʀᴛᴇsᴄᴜᴇ (blackmagus) wrote in astorias, @ 2014-05-31 18:34:00 |
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Wrapping one's head around a situation is important. Knowing the lay of the land, even more so. Other than a few forays out into the Gardens, Fortescue's kept herself rather centered in the Institution, trying to scrounge as much as she can from its halls and into more centralized locations. It's easier to see what you have to work with, that way. But the ex-spy isn't used to so much confinement, and her small travels have told her that many others are out there in the rest of the city. It would be interesting to see how many, roughly.
And so, to that end, Fortescue sets out to explore. She collects a piece of paper and a pencil from an old office, to scrawl on as she goes, and tucks a few snacks into her coat pockets before she sets out, warning Elizabeth as she does so. The idea is to be back by evening, but these things don't always work out as planned. On the other hand, she's had less to work with, before. She just never thought that she would be back to those circumstances.
Jazz trails after her, black tail raised high, as she walks. She keeps her pace even but slow, stopping occasionally to sift through heavy rubble with her magic and mark locations on her makeshift map. Shadowy tendrils extend from dark corners to shift particularly heavy objects as she scavenges for anything that might be useful in these... strange circumstances.