Sweat beaded at his skin as he approached the guard post. He had learned from his last job, and quickly disregarded his pants in favor of a nice open pair of shorts. They were a light blue, set beneath a casual white muscle-tank. Hair put back into a bun, he was as ready as he could be for the tropical air. The air felt heavy, on this island, it wasn't something he was used to but again, this would change with time. He wasn't worried about his health though, not at all, just his general comfort. Trudging along through the worn path, Arthur kicked a rock and watched it tumble down the slanted path. They were stationed right by the water's edge, along the far wall of the island. It was far enough from the main city centre to need protection from whatever lived in the jungle. He was assured that he could handle it given his nature as a mage, but the fact that they didn't tell him exactly what lived there, caused him just a tiny bit of pause.
Turning the corner of the path, the large cobble wall was pronounced against the treeline. Gulls cawed as he approached, warning their flock of his arrival. Those birds had annoyed him at first, but it was nothing more than standard fare at this point. He had gotten used to avoiding them, fearful of the excrement they liked to drop on people at random. While it had never actually happened to him before, he didn't want to experience it ever if he could avoid it. As Arthur neared the wall, the terrain beneath him blended that into a sandscape of the tropical dunes. White sand crunched under his shoes, a somewhat satisfying sound if he was being honest. What he wasn't looking forward to, though, was getting the sand out of said shoes by the time he and his yet-unknown partner finished up their patrol duty. He had been requested to do this by one of his superiors, so it's not like he would have said no even if the pay was bad, which it wasn't at all.
Resting against the wall's edge, Arthur wondered who his partner would be. Would it once again prove to be Cross? The thought was pleasing, but unlikely. Whoever it was, he hoped he'd get along well with them. The only thing that would make this job unpleasant would be if he was stuck for hours doing a patrol with somebody that didn't like him. All Arthur could do was hope that his partner was amiable, at the very least.
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