Vision - Light and Shadow Wavering in Twilight (cw: death, gun violence)
[It's evening, and the town is quiet, the streetlights flickering on as the shadows grow longer and darker against the cobblestones and a light spring breeze stirring the leaves on the trees with a soft rustling sound. The scene is idyllic, peaceful. A perfect night for a walk, actually, and that's just what you decide to do.
You haven't gone far before you spot a familiar figure making his way down a side street; even when Oscar is dressed very differently, it's impossible to miss that telltale red hair despite the dim light. Notably, however, he doesn't have his ever-present saber at his side, instead seeming to be carrying... a gun? Odd. There's also a distinct sense of purpose to his steps, absent any sort of hesitation-- he gives off the air of a man on a mission, the gravity of the expression on his face a distinct and almost unsettling contrast to his usual carefree demeanor.
Follow him?]
Vision - Memories of Distant Days (cw: illness, death, references to sex work)
[The first thing you notice is just how rundown this part of town is-- the walls are covered with graffiti, trash strewn here and there and accumulating in small piles by the side of doorsteps that don't look like they've been swept clean in days... or even longer. It's clear that neither the authorities nor the residents themselves care much about upkeep, or that they simply don't have the time or energy to bother. Maybe both. Even the few market stalls look dilapidated, patched awnings hanging crookedly over tables with a meager selection of items on offer.
It's at one such stall that a slight fuss seems to be being kicked up as a young boy (clearly a child Oscar) pleads with the stern-faced merchant.]
Please, sir. I'll be able to give you the rest tomorrow, I promise, so can't I just buy it today? My mom is really sick...
If I gave a discount to everyone who gave me a sob story, I'd go broke. Come back when you actually have the money in your hands, got it?
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[It's evening, and the town is quiet, the streetlights flickering on as the shadows grow longer and darker against the cobblestones and a light spring breeze stirring the leaves on the trees with a soft rustling sound. The scene is idyllic, peaceful. A perfect night for a walk, actually, and that's just what you decide to do.
You haven't gone far before you spot a familiar figure making his way down a side street; even when Oscar is dressed very differently, it's impossible to miss that telltale red hair despite the dim light. Notably, however, he doesn't have his ever-present saber at his side, instead seeming to be carrying... a gun? Odd. There's also a distinct sense of purpose to his steps, absent any sort of hesitation-- he gives off the air of a man on a mission, the gravity of the expression on his face a distinct and almost unsettling contrast to his usual carefree demeanor.
Follow him?]
Vision - Memories of Distant Days (cw: illness, death, references to sex work)
[The first thing you notice is just how rundown this part of town is-- the walls are covered with graffiti, trash strewn here and there and accumulating in small piles by the side of doorsteps that don't look like they've been swept clean in days... or even longer. It's clear that neither the authorities nor the residents themselves care much about upkeep, or that they simply don't have the time or energy to bother. Maybe both. Even the few market stalls look dilapidated, patched awnings hanging crookedly over tables with a meager selection of items on offer.
It's at one such stall that a slight fuss seems to be being kicked up as a young boy (clearly a child Oscar) pleads with the stern-faced merchant.]
Please, sir. I'll be able to give you the rest tomorrow, I promise, so can't I just buy it today? My mom is really sick...
If I gave a discount to everyone who gave me a sob story, I'd go broke. Come back when you actually have the money in your hands, got it?
But...
[Step in to help him out, or simply watch?]