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Time for some gravy!
Luciano Jaimes
Denver Outpost, Colorado Territory, U.S.A.
"I'm late!" Luciano Jaimes muttered to himself, moving quickly through the streets as fast as his two legs could carry him. One hand clutched the strap of an oversized haversack hanging from his back, containing the necessities he had thought to bring, though no doubt he would find himself lacking in certain important items, which usually happened a few hours after he set off. His other hand led, by the reins, his dark brown stallion, Dantae, on whose back sat a saddle and yet more sacks of equipment. Dantae wuffled then, evidently irritated by the speed they were going, and Luciano immediately slowed down, letting go of his haversack and letting his free hand rest on Dantae's head. "Sorry about that," he said, sheepishly.
Honestly? Luciano hated packing. He hated packing with the force of a thousand suns, which was why he usually waited until the very last minute before he began packing, which was why he ended up forgetting certain important items. But it was not his fault really, packing was just so dratted boring! Plus, he had some last minute experiments to report on and dismantle, plus he had boiling the night before some vital potions that he needed to take along so he had to prepare those as well. And then after that he had lost track of time because one of his experiments reported an abnormality and he was trying to test the variables to see just what might have caused it. It was a wonder he even managed to reach at all, really. And at least this time round, he had remembered to pack his underwear. That last trip had been so uncomfortable, and rather embarrassing.
As it turned out, it was a good thing he had slowed down, because just down the road, to his right, stood a group of people, all with traveling packs. That must be the group that he had signed on for, lead by a scientist named Dr Richard Wright. Well, there were a crowd of men there. One of them must surely be Dr Wright, right? And with that, he made his way down to them. "Sorry I'm late," was the first thing out of his mouth, and he indeed looked rather ashamed. "I had so many last minute emergencies to handle. This is Dr Wright's group, correct?"
Denver Outpost, Colorado Territory, U.S.A.
Honestly? Luciano hated packing. He hated packing with the force of a thousand suns, which was why he usually waited until the very last minute before he began packing, which was why he ended up forgetting certain important items. But it was not his fault really, packing was just so dratted boring! Plus, he had some last minute experiments to report on and dismantle, plus he had boiling the night before some vital potions that he needed to take along so he had to prepare those as well. And then after that he had lost track of time because one of his experiments reported an abnormality and he was trying to test the variables to see just what might have caused it. It was a wonder he even managed to reach at all, really. And at least this time round, he had remembered to pack his underwear. That last trip had been so uncomfortable, and rather embarrassing.
As it turned out, it was a good thing he had slowed down, because just down the road, to his right, stood a group of people, all with traveling packs. That must be the group that he had signed on for, lead by a scientist named Dr Richard Wright. Well, there were a crowd of men there. One of them must surely be Dr Wright, right? And with that, he made his way down to them. "Sorry I'm late," was the first thing out of his mouth, and he indeed looked rather ashamed. "I had so many last minute emergencies to handle. This is Dr Wright's group, correct?"
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