OoC: And the chaos begins.

BiC:

Once again, Morgan was tossed out of the brothel. His chest hit the ground first, followed by his knees, and finally his face. He rose from the earthy floor, spitting out the dirt he’d accidentally swallowed, and as best he could brushed down his clothes. He turned his head towards the large, meaty bouncer, and stuck out his tongue.

“What was that for?” he shouted. He winced and rubbed his knees, they had been badly scraped from the fall. They stung with each slight jerk the teenager made.

“For being underage, runt!” The bouncer folded his arms and positioned himself in between the boy and the door to paradise. “Now get outta here, you look bad for business.”

Since the bouncer had roughly a foot and a half of height on him, Morgan wisely decided that it would be a better idea to seek women elsewhere. He picked up his backpack from the ground and hitched it on his back as he began his hike out of town. “I’m getting sick of this,” he grumbled and kicked at a nearby pebble. “Once my beard grows in I am getting a damn girl.” He rubbed at his face and wished it had more wrinkles. “I look too young what I want.”

If they knew who he was they wouldn’t dare treat him in such a way, Morgan was certain of that. But he knew going into this world he wouldn’t have any recognition for his talents or his status, so he just sighed and checked out the scenery around him. The buildings had a bit of a rust taint to them, making it difficult to tell them apart from one another. One looked like a blacksmith, another was a hotel. None of them looked safe to enter, the brothel had been the cleanest establishment in town, presumably because everyone was using it.

“I’ll have better luck out of town,” he said. “Definitely cleaner than most of this dump.” He passed the last few buildings and exited the town limits. Nothing but plains stood out in front of him with a few scattered forests in the distance. They looked about five miles away, and Morgan let out another, louder sigh. “Maybe someone will come along and let me ride in their cart.” He repositioned his backpack around one arm and started walking.

As he walked down the road, as he often did, he opened the deck holster on his belt and retrieved the two cards from inside it. Two figures looked back at him, one of himself brandishing a light broadsword and another of a fierce woman wearing a cape. Karen’s Card was always an annoying sight to see, especially since with each gaze he was reminded of the humiliation she had delivered to him in their fight. He tucked the cards back into the holster and shut the lid.

“Karen, I hate you so much,” he grumbled.

After about an hour of walking, he found himself nowhere near the forests, and it was getting a little dark. The sun was low in the sky, which had taken on a reddish-orange hue. It wasn’t getting colder though, despite the calendar months from his world Morgan found that this world was definitely warmer. It would be a hot night tonight, which was good, as he had no blanket in his backpack. The weather just seemed to fit whatever he needed most of the time. It was weird, but definitely handy.

“Should be a nice night tonight,” he muttered, and took a deep breath.

It was astounding how often Morgan was wrong.

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