Moping and Magicians [Action[ [Semi-open]

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 Ted somberly trudged out of Vyers' latest session. He'd still kept up with his martial arts training, though more so out of obligation than any real enthusiasm. He wasn't in charge of protecting people any more; why did he need it? For recreation? Vyers wasn't as dumb as he let on, hinting at it before throwing in the towel and calling their practice early. Guardian business, no doubt, something Ted wouldn't understand. Was this one of those Mr. Miyagi tropes, where they hide the lesson in some deep riddle for the student to unravel through menial tasks?

Ted wasn't good at puzzles, metaphorically balling it up and going home. But where was home? An uncomfortable place. He'd taken up a nomadic existence. He'd made enough money to retire for some time; indeed, 'retire' was the most adequate verb to describe his actions lately, or lack thereof. So he ended his day like most, by going into his bag. He'd been retreating in there earlier and earlier. Everglade had gotten him used to a remote curfew, but now it was receding. This latest disappointment made him desire its familiar darkness all the more. He almost hated how comfortable and easy that was. It made him think back to how, just a short while ago, his days were filled with danger and adventure. Good times...