[ It's been another long day at work. Retaining so much information on procedures is exhausting; learning to do those things correctly will take time. As he weaves his way home through the gleaming spires of a Nest (they blur together in their unfamiliarity, not like the Backstreets that he knows so well), it takes him some time to realise that he's taken a wrong turn somewhere and is in a place he doesn't quite recognise.
He knows when he needs a rest, however. He sits down for a bit, to take a breather and get his bearings. ]
[And in his long workday haze, it seems Ekkehardt hasn't even realized that the table he's decided to sit at is occupied.]
Um. Hi.
[Avery looks over the top of his textbook to stare at the stranger near him, occasionally glancing around to check and see whether or not this is some sort of prank or game being played.
What reason anyone would have to do so, he doesn't know, but it isn't often a stranger suddenly decides to sit at your table for nothing.]
[ He stares for a moment, blankly, as he tries to process what's just been said. ]
...Um. No. [ He rubs his eyes, careful to do it on a sleeve and not his hands. He washed them several times before he left, especially after the work he did today, but still.... ] That's not my job.
[He heaves a sigh of relief. He's never had to deal with solicitors himself, thank goodness, but it's nice to know he doesn't have to carry a sign on him at all times to keep them away.]
So... just wanting some conversation after a job, then? What is your job, if I may ask? Do you work with an Association? Or maybe one of the Wings?
[Not used to... Oh. He's from the Backstreets. Yikes.]
Oh! Wow. A feather in one of the Wings... That has to be a huge honor. They don't take just anybody in. Give it time and you'll even be able to move up here for real.
It's pretty exhausting...Doesn't feel like a honor now. Maybe I'll get used to it in a couple of weeks. It's pretty heavy work. [ It reminds him of his childhood, not so far away. Sweeping plains bordering a dark forest, the sound of strange birds....
People here talked of the Outskirts and the Ruins like they were alien, dangerous, entirely unlivable. But so too was the City; this gilded, civilized Nest doesn't impress him, not when so much of it sits adjacent to the crowded places he calls home now. ]
We'll just have to see. About moving, I mean. I haven't thought about it yet.
[His eyebrows would shoot past his hairline, were such a thing physically possible.]
What? You're kidding. You're from the Backstreets, right? The place where Sweepers go through the streets every night and Syndicates practically run the place? It'd be worth it to move here just to get away from all that, wouldn't it?
I don't know anyone who lives in a Nest. [ Maybe his coworkers, but he's not sure... ] Not well. [ His smile quirks up at one end. ] I don't think I'd be a welcome reminder.
Moving to a Nest is just trading a Syndicate for a Wing, anyway. [ He glances at Avery, folding his hands on the table in front of him. ] There's less obvious blood, but they're just as capable of flensing you for everything you have.
Well... [He looks off to the side.] I'm not going to say they don't, but I'd still take them over the Sweepers. At least there's a little more peace of mind here. And the scenery's better.
[He sets the book on the table, leaning back into his chair and folding his arms.]
[It startles him a little. Avery could have sworn this guy was older than him, but just now...
No. Nevermind. Not like it's that important.]
Oh, I'm still in college. [He holds up the textbook he was studying: a law book] Hopefully I'll get hired on to one of the Wings as a lawyer, but a notary isn't too bad either.
I'd probably end up helping to file patents mostly, but helping to create contracts with Fixers sounds interesting too. You know, making sure that all the "I"s are dotted and "T"s are crossed and all that.
I'll probably have to learn some self-defense just in case, but hopefully it should be fairly peaceful.
You might end up needing to become a Fixer yourself, if people get too rowdy with you. [ Though he can't imagine this nice person really being predisposed to violence, so hopefully it doesn't come to that... ]
But who knows? Maybe you'll get a peaceful career. I hope so, anyway. [ He glances up at the darkening sky. He should probably get moving soon. He feels less tired, at least. ]
Ah, are you sure? [ Even as a feather of a Wing, his salary has greatly improved...but anything that comes from a Nest is still expensive. He's a bit apprehensive about it. ] You don't have to spend money on me...We've hardly met.
It sounds good. I don't think I've had skewers in a long time. [ Meat dishes weren't exactly rare even in the Backstreets, but it wasn't the same kind people in the Nests had access to.
He stands up when Avery tucks his book away, leaning on the table. ] And maybe a little protein will take the edge off before I go back to work tomorrow.
I can at least pay for half! Even the humble feather of a Wing who hasn't worked his way up the ranks yet gets a good paycheck, you know?
[ The better he gets at his job, being an Agent, the better the benefits are...and the higher the risks, too. But that's how it is. He'll take it as it comes.
But for now, there's the prospect of food in his future, so he finds it less worrying overall. ]
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