05-03-2018, 01:26 PM
WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Like Killua, Jacob had been careful when he came from the city to Snowbound. It'd been a long journey and he'd had to keep track of Jersey too but thankfully there hadn't been any eyes on them as they left in the dead of night. At least, that's what he'd always assumed. That hadn't been too long after the fire and there were many people that believed him to be dead while others thought he was hiding while others swore they'd seen someone like him. Still, Jacob's shifting accents and completely altered appearance made him hard to find. As far as he was aware, no one knew about how bad the burns had been. They didn't know about his limp or his bandages and it wasn't easy to track him down using other details. Given both his Babbo and his Pa's positions, Jacob could have disappeared off to anywhere. He knew the only reason anyone had even been remotely interested in him was because of his family. His names bore the blood of a lot of people, even if he hadn't been the one to draw it. Both of his fathers had plenty of enemies and that hatred was brought down on Jacob. In the fire, in the injuries, in the fights he never even wanted to be a part of. He always tried to explain himself and he didn't think anyone was surprised when he ran away rather than retaliating. Even if they didn't know about how bad the burns were, Jacob wasn't one for confrontation and nearly everyone knew it. Even when he had worked for his Babbo, he'd only been a con man really. He'd never physically hurt someone and he never got into trouble outside of what his father asked him to do and what Jersey eventually pressured him to do. All those things were fairly minor and most of the grudges against Jacob were familial, not personal. Still, it hadn't been safe in the city and it'd been for the best that he and Jersey left when they did.
Jacob had covered his tracks fairly well. He'd made sure that no one was watching them or following them, he gave half truths to any loners who asked for information, and he never gave his full name. He didn't have to worry about anyone describing him because no one knew what he really looked like anymore anyway but he did change his voice. He made sure to maintain his southern accent and tried his best to shake the Italian-American accent of his early childhood. He could still do it when he wanted to and they still occasionally mixed with one another but his default was southern at this point. He didn't doubt there were plenty of people looking or hiring other people to look for him but none of them had found him yet. He still kept notes of the patterns they followed and the most likely groups to find him first but he hadn't thought much about them over the last few weeks. He'd been so involved with the clan, he'd nearly managed to forget the paranoia that had followed him here. Outside of Pincher and the members of Snowbound, he was pretty sure no one had heard his full name and there'd been no signs recently that he should be worried about anything. The situation with Guru had been an isolated experience and he was certain that wasn't related to any of the families that might try to find him.
Jacob was on his way back from one of his walks. He'd need to treat his leg again and take his usual herbs along with doing his usual exercises. It was quite a process but it'd all be worth it if he got even one more day of mobility for all he did. However, his thoughts were turned from his treatment when Killua approached in a rather urgent manner. Jacob's eyes drifted to Killua's bloodied claws before they snapped back to his face. "Of course. I was jus' headed ta' the herb cavern. Izuku shouldn' be back for some time, I sent 'im out ta' look for more herbs earlier. Follow me," he answered quickly. His mind swirled with questions but he kept his mouth shut for now. There was no sense dragging whatever this was into public opinion. If Killua was concerned about it, he supposed it must be bad. If it was something small, he'd probably just take care of it himself yet he'd come to Jacob. He had no idea what it was. Maybe news from Tanglewood? Jacob had been anticipating some kind of news from them, whether it be an attack or something about the medic meeting he'd asked them about a bit ago now. When they finally entered the cavern, he turned to look at Killua, concern in his clear blue gaze. "Wha's wrong Killua? Has somethin' 'appened?" he asked. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP
Jacob had covered his tracks fairly well. He'd made sure that no one was watching them or following them, he gave half truths to any loners who asked for information, and he never gave his full name. He didn't have to worry about anyone describing him because no one knew what he really looked like anymore anyway but he did change his voice. He made sure to maintain his southern accent and tried his best to shake the Italian-American accent of his early childhood. He could still do it when he wanted to and they still occasionally mixed with one another but his default was southern at this point. He didn't doubt there were plenty of people looking or hiring other people to look for him but none of them had found him yet. He still kept notes of the patterns they followed and the most likely groups to find him first but he hadn't thought much about them over the last few weeks. He'd been so involved with the clan, he'd nearly managed to forget the paranoia that had followed him here. Outside of Pincher and the members of Snowbound, he was pretty sure no one had heard his full name and there'd been no signs recently that he should be worried about anything. The situation with Guru had been an isolated experience and he was certain that wasn't related to any of the families that might try to find him.
Jacob was on his way back from one of his walks. He'd need to treat his leg again and take his usual herbs along with doing his usual exercises. It was quite a process but it'd all be worth it if he got even one more day of mobility for all he did. However, his thoughts were turned from his treatment when Killua approached in a rather urgent manner. Jacob's eyes drifted to Killua's bloodied claws before they snapped back to his face. "Of course. I was jus' headed ta' the herb cavern. Izuku shouldn' be back for some time, I sent 'im out ta' look for more herbs earlier. Follow me," he answered quickly. His mind swirled with questions but he kept his mouth shut for now. There was no sense dragging whatever this was into public opinion. If Killua was concerned about it, he supposed it must be bad. If it was something small, he'd probably just take care of it himself yet he'd come to Jacob. He had no idea what it was. Maybe news from Tanglewood? Jacob had been anticipating some kind of news from them, whether it be an attack or something about the medic meeting he'd asked them about a bit ago now. When they finally entered the cavern, he turned to look at Killua, concern in his clear blue gaze. "Wha's wrong Killua? Has somethin' 'appened?" he asked. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP
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