"What?! No way, man!"
Jack Willison, former knight, 'secret' snow mage, had been recently 'condemned' to picking up the streets in Reajh. A small out break in the North of the city had a fortifying wall decimated by some illegal black powder use and the Grand Duke wanted to see it repaired within the week (or day, if even possible!). Considering it was either that or jail time, Jack elected (albeit it a bit reluctantly) to help rebuild the wall in question.
"Fine, alright, alright," he groaned. "But can I at least get a sandwich out of this?"
And his sentencers only glared at the man in response.
Hours later...
"Ah, the North wall," Jack narrated out loud. "Full of promise, rubble, and a whole lot of sticky mortar." He wiggled his fingers which were covered in it and wiped off the excess on some nearby spare stones. The men who had been working along side Jack Willison were soon realizing it was best to ignore the narrating fool and focus on their work- because Jack Willison had too much to say, and Jack Willison really needed to learn to keep his damn mouth shut.
The crew had now taken off for lunch, leaving the former knight ontop of the scaffolding lining the southern face. His legs dangled over boredly as he munched on a sandwich and stared up at the sky.
Mustard and olives on Rye bread was for lunch- dry, crusty rye bread infact, that had started to grow some mold on it. He just brushed it off with one calloused hand and ate it anyways, his cheeks puffing as he chewed and while he did so, he noticed a few of the visors who pushed for his firing at his formerly knightly position. So he wasn't cut out to be a knight, nor never wanted to be one- but the job had a lot of perks and good pay- and now, being fired, and seeing one (well, TWO, in this case) of the people responsible, he leaned over the wall and gave a dark chuckle.
"Look at those pig-faced richy boys," he huffed, holding onto one side of the edge as he leaned over. He shook his head. "They've got more fat in their belly than I'll eat in a whole life time- and the grease even slicking back their hair." The former knight snorted. "I wonder where they are going-" And as if on cue, the visor's voices carried his way as his smile stretched across his lips like that of the grinch who stole christmas. "Think you're going to finish filing that report on me do ya?" He held up a hand and, not even bothering to really see who was looking, then let a series of snow flakes fly from his finger tips.
"Take this as payment from the snowman."And with a flick of is wrist, he froze a puddle of water ont he street as his powers licked over it in a rush of freezing cold wind, and he watched with a crooked grin as the group of men slipped over it, landing painfully on their backs while Jack laughed and nearly choked on his sandwich
"Oh, god that was too good," Jack said, laying on his back again as his eyes filled with tears from laughter. He brushed them away with a single finger and took a bite of his sandwich, mustard and a few loose olives gooping down his chin.
"Oh, sandwich, sooo good." It was (at least to him) a victory sensation as he moaned over the taste of it. So sandwich. So good.