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[underwhelms]

Who: JJ & the Pussycats (underwhelms, persistor, tricksune, desistor)
What: Quest, A Blessed Entourage
When: Early January
Where: On the road
Warning(s): N/A

wishes quietly for death

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[underwhelms]

[ The job called for some "brawn" and a "discerning eye", neither of which are qualities that JJ possess, so he can imagine that the journey has been going well. They'd been with this group of characters for quite a couple of days now, and the most that he could discern is that Florens is just about what he would expect from a religious man in El Nysa: rambunctious and more suited to a life of party than the church. (He doesn't know that much about the Thesa Temples, his first visit had been gruelling enough.)

He's considerably more interested in Emeraude, who's more like someone that he might expect to see on Earth, and he's quite ready to unload his worries and woes onto her blessed shoulders. He'd been waiting until they'd had some time to warm up to each other, and he isn't required to wheedle Florens and Yves for information with Boxer (oddly familiar).

Not that it isn't fun chatting with the pair. It's fun, in the way that watching people drink, is always fun. And for the most part, JJ can barely remember why they're here. He'd never made the trip like this, always travelling between the cities using faster methods, but there's a lot of money involved and for good reason. Because as quaint and lovely as the trip is, the long hours of sitting on a cart and staring at grass are so boring that he might die.

Which, he supposes, he almost does, when, as he leans back to yawn, an arrow shoots past him to lodge itself into a sack just barely a foot to his right.

There's a moment of stillness, and JJ just stares at the arrow in awe before the sound of something else piercing through the air—no, not just something but a multitude of things whistles through the air, unrest spreading over the entourage like a rising panic as realization quickly sets in— ]

Bandits!