Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141207202844/@comment-3293219-20141212122813

Atticus and his partner, Nathius set off to the Colonial Highlands the following morning. They took their T4, a... 'wise' investment made by Nathius, a few years ago as it was apparently the best motor vehicle that money could buy.

That was, until a week later, when the T5 was made available... Now it's pretty obsolete, since some have been seen driving around in T6s and according to rumour, there is already a T7 in development.

Atticus sat on the back seat, staring out of the window as they drove to the address. Like most city models, few if any nobles enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the cities and often moved out into the rural areas, to get away from the pollution and noise that the cities were sure to bring.

The Imperial watched from his window as the small settlements, that had grown along the road to Kvatch whizzed by, their people became blurs, livelihoods a smear on the window, impossible to make out the details. Despite the fact that he had grown up around most of this, Atticus still found it incredibly difficult to forget a time where walking and horses were the only way to travel. Where every detail had to be observed, conversations were longer, more meaningful and wonders could be seen at every turn.

Not that he'd ever say that out loud, of course, in case someone got it in their heads that he was an Adamantine sympathiser. Ideally he wouldn't be seen as either, he'd just blend into the background and wait for this nonsense to blow over.

"Atticus?"

"Hmm?"

"Er... You didn't bring any... Well, you didn't bring anything to drink, did you?" Nathius asked, nervously.

"Just my flask..." Atticus replied, glancing over to his partner and meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"Why?"

"W-Well... You might wanna ditch it. These people... They don't allow alcohol on their premises." Nathius informed him as he turned his attention back to the road.

"What!? Why!?"

"Er... Religious beliefs... They're Nine Devotes, puritans... Y'know...

Probably won't go down well with them."

Atticus sighed, they probably chose to be that way to torture their guests but still the detective agreed and folding his arms, glancing out of the window.

"I'll keep it hidden..."

"Just... Don't drink any of it, okay? Don't want us getting thrown out on our asses."

"I said I'll handle it!" The Imperial snapped, turning his attention back to the window, with a tired sigh.

"Alright..." Nathius sighed, shaking his head and letting it go, he didn't know how to say it but Atticus' drinking could get a little... excessive, especially during times of stress.

Still, a happy Atticus... Well, a surly Atticus, who wasn't drunk off of his ass was a functioning Atticus. Perhaps this wasn't a balance that Nathius should disturb just now. He decided to turn his attention back to the road, looking for the turn off to the house.