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,Life Ruiner Tutorial by Richard Madden.
Rolan chuckled, carding one of his hands through his curls as he nodded. “Trust me, miss, I’m used to seeing people in their worst moments. Trained to do it, even.” He smiled, slowing down beside her before taking her hand in his own and shaking it gingerly. “And I’m Rolan, Rolan Napier. Ye can feel free to call me whatever ye wish, Doreah.”
“Rolan,” she repeated with a smile, letting her hand drop. “I suppose that’s encouraging, then. Still not how I would’ve preferred meeting you,” she added with an amused smile. Glancing to her left, she stopped before a bakery. “This is me,” she said, walking to the unassuming door to its left. Doreah bit her lip, turning back slowly and steeling herself. “I… do you want to come up for a minute?
"Yeah, but don’t worry, s’not the worst meeting I’ve ever experienced." He reassured her. When asked if he wanted to come up for a moment, Rolan paused. Surely it wasn’t anything to be misconstrued, just a small, meaningless gesture. He turned the options over in his head a few times over before giving a smile and nodding his head. "Yeah, I know Stuart can spare a few minutes without me." He chuckled, giving his watch a quick glance before looking back at Doreah.
Jon allowed Rolan to guide him to a table, still looking around the room in amazement. Everything here seemed so bright, so colorful. Nothing appeared to be made from wood or stone, as was the case in Westeros. “Glass?” He raised his eyebrows as he took the offered seat. “How does it not shatter under the pressure? It is built with magic?” he asked in a completely serious tone. After all, magic had helped built the Wall. He picked up one of the small, thin books as Rolan had done, frowning at the unfamiliar words inside. “You… Flew? On an aeroplane? How is that possible?” He frowned at the words again. “I don’t understand this…”
Rolan offered him a genuine smile, “I don’t think there’s any magic involved.” He allowed himself a small laugh before continuing, “It’s just supported in the metal, I think, nothing crushing it, not going to break unless ye put a rock through it. As for the aeroplane, well, those are machines, just like the horseless carriages outside on the street. Just.. they’ve got wings and can fly from place to place.” His shoulders rose and fell in a shrug as he smiled again. He flicked his gaze over the menu, “Good for you, I know what’s good here. You like beef, right? Potatoes okay as well? Oh, what to drink? Coffee? Tea? Water? Soda?”
Jon was amazed that these people seemed to be able to build such structures without magic. Some of these buildings surrounding them had to be neary as tall as the Wall, if not taller. And aeroplanes? Flying? That was even more unbelievable. He shook his head slightly and focused on getting food. “Beef is good,” he replied, feeling for all the world a child again. “AAnd potatoes. What is soda, though?”
Rolan gave a chuckle, mulling things over in his head for a second. “Soda is.. Well, it’s a carbonated drink. It’s filled with bubbles, like beer er- maybe your folks call it ale.” He started, “It’s.. like water but it’s- the stuffs got sweetener to it. It’s flavored sugar water that’s bubbly and fizzy. Stuffs pretty good.” The man shrugged, leaving the floor open for Jon to make a decision.
Natasha dusted herself off after ensuring the boy was safely in custody with the police. She waved off Rolan’s thanks but shook his hand, “It just seemed a bit much to me for someone to rob and ambulance. You need that medicine.” She’d had enough injured partners, and been injured enough herself, to have a very healthy respect for fast medical attention. “I’m just glad I was able to stop him, didn’t look like anyone else was up for more than calling the police.”
She glanced at the ambulance doors, looking for any sign of forced entry. “So you were in there when he stole those? How did he get inside and take five doses of medication without you being able to stop him? Did he have a weapon?” She glanced over the man, looking for signs he’d been injured.
Rolan grinned, taking his hand and shoving it into his pocket. His cheeks dusted a small shade of pink as he was asked about the teen and his methods of thievery. He tried his best to laugh a bit but it came off as a nervous chuckle while he raked his fingers through his hair. “Uhm, well- no. The little twat didn’t have a weapon or anything like that.” He explained, looking around for a second while his hand lifted to cover a quick yawn. “I was- well, I was taking a break and guess I slipped off for a moment. Kid must’ve noticed.”
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Natasha had just finished her lunch, she’d treated herself at one of her favorite cafes, when she heard the ruckus. It only took seconds to pinpoint the source. Robbing an ambulance? Really? She knew teens could get desperate for their drugs, but there were certain lines that shouldn’t be crossed. It didn’t look like anyone else was likely to step in, so she moved quickly.
The kid wasn’t watching where he was going, and it was a simple matter to step in his path and trip him. He fell hard, and Natasha pinned him. “How desperate are you to rob an ambulance?” Keeping him on the ground with a knee, she picked up the bags he’d stolen and examined their contents.
He’d just barely made it out of the ambulance when he heard the, well, not so much scuffle as the boy simply being tripped. Rolan jogged over to the pair, examining the scene for a moment, wondering if he’d actual have to take care of the teen before looking at the woman. “Thank you. Stupid kids don’t know what’s good for ‘em anymore.” He sighed, shaking his head and raking a hand through his curls. His blue eyes narrowed as he studied the bags, automatically making out their contents. “Really, mate? Morphine and sulfa? What? Gonna stop some bleeding somewhere? Gotta numb something?” He rolled his eyes, looking over his shoulder as a few uniformed officers approached them as well.
The officers apprehended the boy, handing Rolan a sheet to fill out with a few checks and a pen flourish before pulling him off. Finally he turned his complete attention to the woman, offering her a hand. “Thank you, again. God knows what my supervisor would have thought if I’d shown up at the hospital five doses short with no patients cared for.”
Rolan yawned as he lifted his wrist to peek at his watch. An hour for break. Yeah, he’d timed things out perfectly for a little cat nap. So he slid back in his seat in the rear of the ambulance, the doors open and letting in just the right amount of cool air to keep things from getting stuffy, and proceeded to doze. The world around him fell into blackness, only the sound of the wind coming through to remind him of where he was.
Until he heard somebody rummaging through the overhead bins. “Hey, break isn’t over for a few, trainee, don’t need to work through it.” Rolan commented, peeking one eye open before opening both and shooting out of his seat. “Hey!” He shouted, coming eye to eye with a teen boy, frozen in his spot, his palms filled with small baggies of medical equipment. He only stayed for a second before the EMT dove for him, just missing by a hairsbreadth as the teen hopped out the back of the ambulance.
Oh, I’ve got plenty of horror stories. Tell ‘em to the little kids to make sure they stay in school. [He chuckled, carding his hand through his curls.] Well- alright, nevermind then if ye don’t truly want that answer. So are ye going to pick out the place or am I going to have to?
What a lovely use for horror stories. Maybe you should write a book of ‘em. [he shook his head with a laugh on his lips] Thought I’d give you the honors. After all, you’re the one who helped me, and I’m not a totally ungrateful asshole.
Hm, book wouldn’t be a ‘alf bad idea. Could probably make some change off of that one. [He chortled, nodding his head as the other spoke.] Alright, alright, good for ye I know where the good bars are around ‘ere. If you’ll follow me, Jack, right?