That's what Jaguar had told her in Coba. Morga had no reason to disbelieve him when he'd never outright lied to her before, especially given that the man himself had looked angry about the whole ordeal. Had it been anyone else she might've let it go and not think about it until she next saw whoever it was, but this wasn't the case. Law had nearly died. Nearly. There was a damn good chance the kid might not even be up for a house call, and yet... She thought it best to see for herself given three things:
One, she had yet to properly return to Tikal.
Two, if she had to spend another minute wearing what she'd picked up in Coba to replace her torn and bloodied clothes she'd lose her mind.
Three, Law was the only Old Guard left within the Jaguars and so far the only person she'd known before hand remaining within this world itself. Half-dead or otherwise, he was someone she knew. Someone capable.
Finding out exactly where he lived wasn't hard - the local leatherworker had pointed her in the right direction as she'd picked up her order. Keep going down that path, then go left when you come to a four-way crossroad. Down that road you'll see paint on the walls. Keep going past that 'til you hear the chickens.
She'd followed their instructions, but when he'd said chickens she expected two, maybe three. What she finds is more than that. Much more, albeit a majority of them were chicks. Taking care as to not boot one by accident, Morga maneuvers past the gate, through the yard, and stops at the door with a frown. She can feel one of them pecking at her cloak, but if it truly bothers her she makes no move to shoo the animal away. Instead, she raises her fist and knocks it against the door three times, each one with purpose.
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Date: 2022-05-01 04:36 am (UTC)That's what Jaguar had told her in Coba. Morga had no reason to disbelieve him when he'd never outright lied to her before, especially given that the man himself had looked angry about the whole ordeal. Had it been anyone else she might've let it go and not think about it until she next saw whoever it was, but this wasn't the case. Law had nearly died. Nearly. There was a damn good chance the kid might not even be up for a house call, and yet... She thought it best to see for herself given three things:
One, she had yet to properly return to Tikal.
Two, if she had to spend another minute wearing what she'd picked up in Coba to replace her torn and bloodied clothes she'd lose her mind.
Three, Law was the only Old Guard left within the Jaguars and so far the only person she'd known before hand remaining within this world itself. Half-dead or otherwise, he was someone she knew. Someone capable.
Finding out exactly where he lived wasn't hard - the local leatherworker had pointed her in the right direction as she'd picked up her order. Keep going down that path, then go left when you come to a four-way crossroad. Down that road you'll see paint on the walls. Keep going past that 'til you hear the chickens.
She'd followed their instructions, but when he'd said chickens she expected two, maybe three. What she finds is more than that. Much more, albeit a majority of them were chicks. Taking care as to not boot one by accident, Morga maneuvers past the gate, through the yard, and stops at the door with a frown. She can feel one of them pecking at her cloak, but if it truly bothers her she makes no move to shoo the animal away. Instead, she raises her fist and knocks it against the door three times, each one with purpose.
This isn't his dad calling. ]