Find My Cat! | mission

Alex, Mod

1x baseball bat, 2/3 veggies

So he was in a bit of a sour mood, but what else was new. His father was back in town from another mission, and Zephyr was still avoiding him like the plague. Ever since they came to the settlement, there was the blessing of him never needing to see his father unless it was absolutely necessary- they did their own thing, Ze taking his missions close to the wall and living on his own,  while his father being gone on the more extensive ones that took a few weeks and lived with the caravan (though barely home to call it residence to as he was gone for most days.) 

Though it been a couple of days since his return and not once was he called for, he did bump into the other night as he was heading home from a day of doing odd jobs and ehhh... the few words exchanged left a bitter taste in his mouth.

The job today was an easy one- just searching for a runaway cat for its owner and getting a tiny bit of cash, but little money always better than none at all. Beside, walking outside along the wall might simmer down his nerves anyways- going outside, while depressing most times than not the scenery, it was better than being cooped up in the settlement, doing the same repetitive crap over and over. 

The weather was brisk, as the wintertime chills was rolling. It was refreshing, the cool air, but the cool weather didn't do wonders with his mood either.  Dressed in a dark gray hoodie, worn out jeans that was comfortable to move in and plain white tee under the jumper, he wished he grabbed a scarf or something better.  His hair reached out lower nape of his neck, a bit too long for his liking- Zephyr needed to take note on getting a hair cut, but his hair was not made to be grown long. Just no. His red handkerchief was tied around his left wrist, the same hand that held his weapon of choice, the newly bought baseball bat that cost a pretty penny but kind of worth it. Food in his pockets, just incase and while he had a med kit, he left it at home. It was a short, simple mission- no need to bring something so costly here. 

Zephyr was hoping his partner be a decent one- it was short, and getting along wasn't necessary but it would be nice if it wasn't some noisy, boisterous guy or girl. Personally, he would prefer someone nice, quiet, maybe crack a few jo--

Well this was unexpected. 

Zephyr didn't know what the chances were. But... don't blame him for being a tiny bit taken back. Ah, maybe the long-haired blond, waiting by the Gate, wasn't waiting for him? Maybe for another mission with another person? He neared, his steps slowed and he stared with uncertainty at Alex. He didn't know how long it been since the two actually talked to each other but... one thing for sure, their current relationship was back to square 1. He felt awkward, strolling up without a clue on what to say. Maybe he should just ask? 

"Uh, Alex, hey." He offer a weak smile, "So, I'm with you for the pet search mission, right? " Zephyr was pretty sure he was, since it looked like nobody else was really showing up at the gate. Ahh, this was weird. Really weird. He was hoping this mission would be a swift one but if they weren't on speaking terms... what could they do? Not that he was mad at Alex, he wasn't. But there an obvious rift between them if these are the first exchange in what could be years. 

"We're heading out for a retrieval assignment. Open the gates." He looked over at the closest guard nearby, who gave a nod. As the gate slowly opened, groaning in protest, Zephyr said, "So.. have you been well? Haven't seen much of lately." He started to walk, moving quickly before the guards got pissy; the outside of the gates, there was littered with bodies here but overall, looked like the coast was clear.

For now at least. 

Alex, Mod

1x baseball bat, 2/3 veggies