Every step sent a jolt of pain through Kang's left arm, even with it cradled up against his chest. He had a couple of small patches of scales (and the skin underneath) freshly scraped off, a barely noticable circular hole in the membrane of one wing that he'd gotten courtesy of a gun, and a cut above his right eye covered in sticky, greenish blood. He cursed quietly in Nerakese, pausing at the door to the infirmary; who was going to cover his combat lesson tomorrow with such short notice when the only medics available for two days didn't have any healing powers?
B: The Streets
Kang had tried to learn to mimic a different accent than the one he had naturally, to better fit in when he had to go out in his human body, but he'd never really gotten the hang of it. He'd also tried to say that it was Romanian when people asked, since that was what it seemed to sound most similar to, but then he got strange looks; he appeared to be of korean descent. So, he'd just decided to try not to speak to natives if he could help it.
He casually walked down the street with his hands in his pockets, doing nothing to stand out. He was headed for a small shop hidden in plain sight that sold several of the components he needed to cast his spells. The owner also had ties to the black market and helped several of the imports acquire certain items.
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Every step sent a jolt of pain through Kang's left arm, even with it cradled up against his chest. He had a couple of small patches of scales (and the skin underneath) freshly scraped off, a barely noticable circular hole in the membrane of one wing that he'd gotten courtesy of a gun, and a cut above his right eye covered in sticky, greenish blood. He cursed quietly in Nerakese, pausing at the door to the infirmary; who was going to cover his combat lesson tomorrow with such short notice when the only medics available for two days didn't have any healing powers?
B: The Streets
Kang had tried to learn to mimic a different accent than the one he had naturally, to better fit in when he had to go out in his human body, but he'd never really gotten the hang of it. He'd also tried to say that it was Romanian when people asked, since that was what it seemed to sound most similar to, but then he got strange looks; he appeared to be of korean descent. So, he'd just decided to try not to speak to natives if he could help it.
He casually walked down the street with his hands in his pockets, doing nothing to stand out. He was headed for a small shop hidden in plain sight that sold several of the components he needed to cast his spells. The owner also had ties to the black market and helped several of the imports acquire certain items.
C: Create Your Own
Any other interactions you can think of.
[OOC: Planning thread here.]