Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2012 15:58:45 GMT -5
Jormungandr was quite positive that he'd been given the worst tent possible. The thing reeked of humans and blood and bile, and when he'd been so graciously escorted to it, someone else's belongings had been inside. Apparently, tents were recyclable. Jor had forced himself to keep his mouth shut when the commanding officer had indicated he would be sleeping in this tent. He had so desperately wanted to tell the mortal off and demand better quarters, but that would have ruined his careful planning. And he'd worked so hard to get over here.
So he'd kept his mouth shut and he'd dealt with it. Jor now spent as much time away from his tent as possible, occupying his time instead by wandering around the camp and listening. He was fairly certain that nobody knew who or what he was, so it had been all too easy to slip about the camp unhindered. He'd even recruited some help. During his first week here, Jor had stumbled across a tiny garden snake, and after it had recognized him, he'd decided to take the little serpent in. Devon, as he was now calling the tiny snake, was very good at gathering intelligence. Soon, Jor knew practically everything that was going on in the camp. Of course, there wasn't much he could do with this information, but he liked having it.
Today, Jor was enjoying a calm stroll through the camp. Of course, he was doing it the day his sector was scheduled to go fight on the front lines, but it wasn't like he was avoiding the fight or anything.
Well, maybe he was avoiding it. He wasn't keen on meeting Hel on the other side of the veil. He was suddenly reminded of his siblings, and how he'd left without telling them his intentions. He felt a tiny bit of remorse, but he buried it, like he did with everything else. Instead, he focused on avoiding his commanding officer, strolling along like he had somewhere to be.
So he'd kept his mouth shut and he'd dealt with it. Jor now spent as much time away from his tent as possible, occupying his time instead by wandering around the camp and listening. He was fairly certain that nobody knew who or what he was, so it had been all too easy to slip about the camp unhindered. He'd even recruited some help. During his first week here, Jor had stumbled across a tiny garden snake, and after it had recognized him, he'd decided to take the little serpent in. Devon, as he was now calling the tiny snake, was very good at gathering intelligence. Soon, Jor knew practically everything that was going on in the camp. Of course, there wasn't much he could do with this information, but he liked having it.
Today, Jor was enjoying a calm stroll through the camp. Of course, he was doing it the day his sector was scheduled to go fight on the front lines, but it wasn't like he was avoiding the fight or anything.
Well, maybe he was avoiding it. He wasn't keen on meeting Hel on the other side of the veil. He was suddenly reminded of his siblings, and how he'd left without telling them his intentions. He felt a tiny bit of remorse, but he buried it, like he did with everything else. Instead, he focused on avoiding his commanding officer, strolling along like he had somewhere to be.