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Who: Tris and anyone!
What: Exploring, job-hunting (sorta), climbing places she maybe shouldn't, people-watching.
When: D379, all day.
Where: Around!
Rating: PG so far! May have to update for mentions of violence or language.

[ Tris is out doing what she's been doing periodically since Tobias arrived (not counting the time with the unfortunate sweaters during which she mostly refused to step out of the Welcome Hall): trying to get used to being in Asgard. The culture shock hasn't entirely worn off yet. Too many things are too drastically different. But it helps that she's been largely left alone, and that she's been able to learn new things right off the bat, even though she's not all sure how to feel about healing powers.

But she's once again out exploring, getting a handle on where things are without always having to look at the map. In particular, she's looking at shops and businesses, trying to gauge if she could get a job somewhere - she's never had to work before, but if she wants to move out of the Welcome Hall, she'll have to, and sooner rather than later, at that.

Aside from that, there's practice. Whenever she spies an opportunity, she's probably going to try and climb a building up to the roof, and practice her balance. No free-running expert yet, here, but one may spie a short, skinny teenage girl all in black on a rooftop as well as on the street, for sure. She'll wander around and occasionally just sit down and watch whatever's going on in the street from above.

Run into her anywhere? ]

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[Dean's really just going for a walk. It's still pretty early and he can't sleep. Instead of hanging around the empty house he's out in the crisp air trying to clear his head without hunter's helper for a change. He might imbibe later in the day, but since coffee was the only thing worth drinking right now he made a b-line for the first place near home that served it. Black, and hopefully it wouldn't set him on edge because of the mood he's already in.

He stops short when he catches a glimpse of a kid out of his peripheral. Fingers just shy of the door handle.]

What is it with the local youths around here and vantage points? Hey. Mind leaving the roost for a minute or two and acting like a normal human being?

Edited 2013-12-30 02:02 (UTC)

[The distance and the cold help her clear her head, and it's nice to remove herself from the crowd sometimes. To her credit, she doesn't jump when spoken to, but then she just tilts her head where she's sitting, making her look even more bird-like.]

Why?

[The hell is "acting like a normal human being" supposed to mean, anyway?]

Maybe I'll buy you a cup if you give me the time of day.

[There was no getting over how weird people were here. The only perk to it was that life on Asgard never gave you a dull moment. He'd come around to that way of thinking this year.]

[Well. That seems fair enough.]

Alright.

[Just give her a minute to actually climb down in the alley on the side of the building. She's not as fast as some people. Down on the ground she looks like a perfectly usual teenager, if kind of on the tiny side, her clothes baggy but practical.]

Better with the normal human being part?

You look like you could fit the role. When you're not playing canary perched on top of the local shops.

[She wouldn't be the first kid he's befriended that made a habit of going to great heights to have the upper hand. Dean on the other hand had no interest in seeing what the city had to offer from an arial view. Lately he'd been more interested in keeping his two feet on the ground. With a sigh, Dean stretches his arm forward and pulls the door open for her. Chivalry wasn't dead, even though he was brought up a hunter he had some other values ingrained in him from the get go too.]

I never actually climbed houses until someone here showed me.

[Not to say she hadn't already liked high places, though. Tris glanced at him before entering when he holds the door open for her, so used to thinking in Factions and appropriate behaviour that chivalry was not the first thought on her mind. But she stepped inside without much of a pause.]

Thanks.

[The warmth inside was certainly welcome. She massaged her hands to warm them back up as soon as the door shut behind them.]

There's plenty of people here that seem to take climbing pretty seriously.

[Dean heads up to the counter and orders a coffee black. He glances at the menu, a bunch of sugary sweet drinks he could see Sam drinking and wonders if he should make a suggestion. Instead he just places a few bills on the counter and tells the person behind the counter that he had the girl with him covered.]

Don't mention it. Go ahead and order. I'll find us a place to sit.

[It takes her a minute - realizing she knows next to nothing they serve here doesn't help, but Tris tries her best to hurry up before the staring gets awkward. She ends up with a hot chocolate, and go finds Dean at whatever table he picked.]

You've got a name, right?

[As usual he parked his ass at the most isolated table in the place, one next to a window for a view of the crowded city life outside. He doesn't waste any time starting in on the coffee; he's not cold but he could use the pick me up. Coffee always took his mind off of his other problems. Most food and drinks did. Call it a weakness.]

Yeah, it's Dean. What about you?

[An eyebrow raises at the sight of the hot chocolate. He noticed that she lingered around the desk a little longer than necessary but he wasn't gonna embarrass her by asking. Not everyone was from places like modern day America where hot beverages were a cornerstone and things had been that way since before he was born. Dean had quite a few years on this little chick and if he had his way he'd ease into learning about whatever back story she might have.]

Tris.

[Giving her full name didn't even cross her mind anymore. She didn't comment on the raised eyebrow either, if he had a question, he could ask it. Instead, she slid into her seat, warming up her fingers on the mug. Hot chocolate smelled more or less like she'd expected, kind of like home, but not quite. Close enough to be a comfort.]

Thanks, again.

[People didn't usually buy her drinks when she first met them. Or anything. But then... well, this place was different.]

That short for anything?

[It was a weird name and he figures he should ask since name's like Castiel usually get shortened by him just out of force of habit. Taking a pull from his coffee Dean settles into his seat a little more comfortably. Finally able to take a load off now that last month's shit storm is over.]

Don't mention it. Anything to get you off the roof.

Beatrice.

[It feels like she hasn't heard her own name in a lifetime. Something foreign to it. But she has no reason to make it a secret, unlike some.

From the first taste, her verdict is that she likes hot chocolate enough it makes her smile, but that it's still got nothing on Dauntless cake. Also, she will have to let it cool a little more.]

Nobody except for my family calls me that anymore, though.

[The thought of her parents and her brother twists her stomach. Long gone memories of dinner tables and quiet evenings. There goes that smile.]

Buying people drinks isn't much of a discouragement, you know?

Don't worry, I like Tris better.

[There's a snort of laughter at the smile she manages after she takes a drink. Typical chick, anything chocolate and she's on cloud 9. He appreciates a good hot chocolate every now and then but not as much as he likes pie. And coffee. They were the cornerstones of his non-alcoholic diet.]

Might not discourage it but it got you down so I'm gonna consider it a win.

[Chances are she's never even had pie.

Imagine that.

Tris smirks at him across the table.]

For now. So what do you do when you're not making people climb down from rooftops?

I'm the professor of weapons training at one of the local schools, and then I keep bar with whatever time I have left on my hands.

[Applying for the gig teaching weapons to the rest of the travelers here in Asgard was a bold move but one that he didn't regret doing. He'd found a steady balance with both of his jobs and now he didn't have to worry about money or buying the occasional stranger a drink.]

What about you? You found work yet?

[So an instructor. A weapons instructor, at that. It felt like she'd run into a Dauntless, except he wasn't. She'd have to stop thinking in factions.]

No. Not sure what I can even do for work here.

["Looking" only got so far when there was no asking involved, after all. She still wasn't comfortable just talking to random strangers about work, or even with how differently things were done here in comparison to back in her city. She'd have had her work cut out for her, there.]

Put yourself out there, you never know who'll offer what. I'd give you a busboy job at the bar but that seems a little inappropriate. You're too young to spend most of your time in a local dive.

[Lord knows when he was her age he spent a lot of his time trying to sneak in, but this was a different place, and she was a different person. She probably didn't have the same upbringing. Even if she looked like she could hold her own in a jam.]

Maybe just go to school until you can find something?

[She doesn't like the thought that she might be too young for anything. The way she sees it, if you're old enough to be able and allowed to shoot people, you're old enough for just about anything. But on the other hand, she's not sure she'd want to work at a bar to begin with. What makes her frown is something else.]

School?

[She was done with that months ago, why would she go back? Come to think of it though, maybe that was just another thing that was different in this place.]

How long do people go to school around here?

[Something's wrong. He can tell by the way she's looking at him with her brows lifted and a frown on her face. Dean weighs his options. Sure, he could ask, but that might open the flood gates for a conversation he doesn't want to have.]

Usually? 12 years. Not counting college. You can drop out and get a GED but I'm not sure that applies to Asgard. It's not your typical school. It teaches subjects that aren't really on the roster in real-time.

[12 years and then some? That's probably twice as long as anything she's heard of from home, though she supposes the Erudite never stop learning, at least. She considers it, takes a drink, and decides not to try to explain where she's from. Asgard, present time, that's more important now, isn't it? She'll try to focus on that instead.]

Like what?

For starters, I teach weapons training there. There's a lot of other subjects, most of which you wouldn't see in normal schools and aren't necessarily boring.

[That was for damn sure. If a school like this had existed where Dean was growing up he might not have dropped out when he did and teamed up with his dad to take down monsters. He might have gone through a whole term. It just didn't work out that way. Most places like those had fees and no places were like the one here. Not back home.]

[She considers this. Even though she's not bad, more training isn't a bad idea.]

I want to move out of the welcome hall though. That's why I went looking in the first place. I don't think going to school is going to give me money for a place to stay.

[Not even if they split the rent.]

What's wrong with the god houses? Sure, they're assholes but they don't interfere there. Not normally.

[Dean had been in his own god house for a while and never had any problems. He was able to keep to himself and have some privacy when he wanted it and even got to meet a few people who were now friends.]

There's nothing wrong with it.

[There isn't - even if the friends she's made from her own house don't live there anymore for the most part. Tris may be hiding behind her cup for a moment to give herself an excuse for a pause.]

It's more that my boyfriend's here too and we'd like to not live in different districts.

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Aren't you a little young to have a boyfriend?

[I mean, really. She didn't look much older than thirteen but maybe she had a baby face. Dean wasn't sure. Kids these days hit puberty a lot faster than they used to but he's sure his dad and Bobby had similar feelings.]

[She sets the cup down.]

I'm sixteen.

Really? Huh.

[Dean knows better than to tell a teenager that they look younger than they are or that they're still kids. So instead he plays along.]

If you don't mind bars we need a bus boy. You can pick up after patrons and spend time with me behind the counter and in the kitchen.

[She's used to it - but that also means she already knows that he judged her to be younger from her looks. At least it seems like he's dropping it, and for that she's- well, not grateful. But less irritated? That works, right? Tris nods.]

Sure, why not.

[And on second thought-]

Think I can still go to school next to that?

[That's why Dean offered. Maybe other places had no wiggle room for schooling but he did and he wanted her to learn as much as she could while she was here. Asgard was no excuse to miss out.]

We'll work something out.

Great.

[She smiles. This... this could be good, right? It seems like she had a lot left to learn around here, anyway.]

Is that what you do back home, too? Teach people?

[In a way, he did make her think of the Dauntless. Less ink from what she could see, but that didn't say much.]

Not exactly.

[Back home he was more of a lone ranger, at least with the exception of Sam being his partner in crime and Cas occasionally playing his copilot. What he did back home was very different.]

This is something new I'm trying. I figure it can't hurt to make sure people here are prepared for the worst.

Can't argue with that. Being prepared is important.

["Preparation eradicates cowardice, which we define as failure to act in the midst of fear-" she just about has the lesson memorized, even if it seems like she heard it a lifetime ago.]

But it's not like the whole city is full of fighters, is it?

Most of the city has something up their sleeve.

[Everyone he'd met had a knack for fighting or something that made their trip here worthwhile. The gods weren't messing around.]

Huh. So I guess they do have a reason for the people they bring.

[Not that she wasn't expecting this, but it's different to hear as much from another Traveller.]

You gotta figure. It just pushed my buttons when they pull in kids.

[Kids like Jamie and Jesse who had their whole lives ahead of them and didn't need to be bothered with the crap that was at play here.]

[Hamel has always loved rooftops, the higher the better. They're the best places for a great hero to stand on top of and make a dramatic entry with the wind blowing in his cape and hair. He also loves them for being quiet and isolated, perfect for when he needs some alone time.

He sits on one of the taller ledges and plays a part of Franck’s violin sonata. The instrument is large enough to be a double bass but Hamel holds it over his shoulder like a violin. It produces ridiculously high pitched sounds for its size, but Hamel is talented enough so the music makes up for how silly he looks (well, sort of).

He huffs in irritation when he spots the girl. There are plenty of roofs in the city, what is it with people coming up to the ones he likes? Hamel completes a phrase before lowering the instrument and turning to her.]

If you’re gonna keep lurking, you can at least throw me a coin.

[ Even to Tris, who doesn't know the first thing about music or instruments, that one looks impossibly big to hold that way. On the whole the man looks completely different from what she's used to, but, honestly, since the rest of Asgard does too, it's not exceptionally silly. So there's that, at least. Right?

Still, she frowns at him from her perch when he speaks up. ]

Actually, I don't think I can.

[ Becuse it's not like she's earning any. ]

And how would you catch it, anyway?

[ Assuming that's what he intended. Excuse a girl from a place with far too little music and certainly no musicians in the streets. ]

[Hmph! No appreciation for the arts. Hamel sets the violin next to him, very carefully. Playing for himself was one thing, but he never plays for others unless he can get something out of it. Then he reaches in his cape to take out a wooden bowl.]

With this. Unless you can't aim and then I'll have to come over there.

Severus steps out into the icy afternoon, his shoulders hunching against the cold as he shuts the school entrance door shut after him. It closes with a heavy, rattling thunk, and the lock groans slightly under the crank of the key being turned in it. Have to oil that, he thinks with a vague frown, pulling the key free. Once it's pocketed, school locked up for the evening, he upturns the collar on his long black winter coat and as he's about to head down the steps into the snow-covered streets of Odin, a creaking comes from up above, along with a tiny scattering shower of snow landing in clumps on his head.

He dashes a hand up, brushes his hair in brusque swiping motions, sees that it's only snow. His eyes dart up and he spies the toes of shoes balanced precariously on the eaves. Severus frowns and takes a hurried step down the stairs, snow crunching underfoot as he turns to look up at who on earth those feet belong to.

A girl. Balancing on his school roof like it's a tightrope. His frown of bewilderment morphs into one of surly outrage.

"Get down from there this instant, you silly girl!"

( excuse you, running into you would involve not being the first up on the roof okay.

Puss is absolutely here before you, and looking pretty chill all alone on the rooftop like this. The cool lasts until he notices that there is, indeed, another person now and

that's kind of an impressive sneer for such a young face. )

Got lost, kid? The breadcrumbs lead the other way.

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prose okay? c: Albus Dumbledore Academy in Odin district!

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