“Sir? Hope you’re gonna pay for that.”
Trent snickered as he watched the half sleeping giant go about his morning routine. He stared at the orange juice container, sighed and went to put the one he had already gotten back. Heading back to the coffee machine he had taken over he went back to fixing up seven cups. His mind absently reaching out to the others feeling them awaken, shake off sleep or feel unease with their situation. It staggered Trent when he started sensing others emotions and realizing they weren’t his own. It’s part of the reason he had thrown himself into his books and studying. It wasn't so staggering now, unless he wasn't expecting it or if it was a strong mixture of emotions. Nowadays it hit his face like a breeze and moved on.
Humming and thinking and mixing coffee he suddenly realized his lack of free hands and this little store being out of car carriers. Trent cursed all those out there who hadn’t thought to get coffee because some of them NEEDED it to continue on with their lives, read Trent liked his coffee and would slice off heads without it.
He smiled at the clerk, as he told him how many coffees he had, yes seven. Yes they were all for him, what was the man behind the counter, daft!? An eye-roll with a smile and a call to keep the change, he whistled a soft tune and suddenly had seven containers of liquid of the gods circling him. He paused in the doorway out, having the cups lined up behind him. Shaking his head from thoughts of wiping out the cashier’s mind of his Mist usage and Setzer’s facial features he continued calling the cups as one would call a stray dog. Trent breathed in the fresh air and sighed. These next few days were going to be stress filled. Trent hadn't thought to grab a postcard to send to his family either.
As he got nearer to his group he stumbled for a moment, Daryll’s wariness combined with Gideon’s unease had him gasping for breath. In that singular moment between gasp and stagger, he pulled a book out from the hoodie pocket he was wearing and stuck his nose in it. Appearances after all, had to be kept. A plain forest green hoodie, over one his flannel button-ups and loose black jeans covering up combat boots he had swiped out of his bag. They were his most comfortable clothing he had gone with the Daryll to get them actually and that made him smile into his book. As he continued forward he pretended to be engrossed in his book.
"Anyway, I kind of favor option #2, we can do it on the way to the Archive, because more risk but...tick-tock. Our country is about to burn."
Trent walked up to Gideon and stood to the side, coffees still orbiting him like a miniature sun. Trent waited for Gideon to take a breath before he placed a cup of black coffee into Gideon's hands. Trent’s face was still buried in his book so he couldn't see the reaction he received.
“Extra strong, you should have slept,” was all Trent muttered to the prince in an off hand member as if he couldn’t feel the exhaustion coming off him. For all Trent knew, it was coming off all of them. He poked Daryll in the chest with his cup next, and sent him a searching look from over the rim of his book. When he felt the wariness wane the tiniest bit he smiled and patted Daryll’s shoulder. “Half hot chocolate, half coffee if you want extra go get it yourself.”
He moved onto Setzer next, and couldn’t keep the grin off his face, “I had OJ for you, but someone isn’t patient.” He left Setzer’s coffee floating in front of him. Black the same as Gideon’s. Trent stood off to the side of Lee, his nose still in his book as he snatched Lee’s coffee out of the air.
“More sweetener then coffee,” Trent smirked. “How you can stand that I’ll never know.” Trent moved off as he nodded when Lee agreed about the worst case being assassination. Trent sent Galahad his coffee knowing the other mage would take over the Mist induced spell to grab his. A touch of creamer and five packets of sugar went into Galahad’s coffee. Zimmy’s pure hot chocolate that he handed to her himself and sat down nest to Collette, he wasn’t sure how she would take her coffee so had her cup, along with creamers and sugar packets at the ready.
"Man we're screwed...but, it's not like we already weren't. Most of us were gonna die in a few weeks anyway, out on the battlefield."
“Speak for yourself,” Trent spoke up finally throwing in his two-cents into the discussion. His voice slightly cynical as he kept his eyes firmly planted on the book, finally turning a page. “I planned on taking out a large group before I burned into nothing but a Mist Crazed Lunatic. I’ll skip on my own death, thanks. My votes the Archives for what it’s worth. Get supplies, plus there’s something down that way I’d like to stop and see if it’s all the same to you. Farm land past the Archives, might be a place to hide there if we had too.” Trent kept his voice level, and went back to his book. Cussing as he cut his finger on a page and went digging into his pocket for a band-aid. Of course he cut him on the thumb below the other bandage upon it. He didn’t feel eyes on him when he spoke of wanting to see something outside so he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Plus, the Archives might have a spell to dismantle that spell that concealed the airship, I don’t think even I could have dented it, had I tried.” Another shrug and nose back in his book. He liked this one, he’d read it five or ten times he wasn’t sure but it was well loved.