A man of mystery
He lacks a history
Of somber countenance
Imposing figure's of no relevance
He walks by faith
And not by sight.
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Jaryd Foster
Walk by faith. Not by sight.
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Wing City
a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Guest, as played by FizzGig
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Picture not mine. Will remove if asked.
A man of mystery
He lacks a history
Of somber countenance
Imposing figure's of no relevance
He walks by faith
And not by sight.
A man of mystery
He lacks a history
Of somber countenance
Imposing figure's of no relevance
He walks by faith
And not by sight.
So begins...
Jaryd Foster's Story
Click. Click. Click.
Tapping preceded near-silent steps as the tall, broad-shouldered figure wrapped his tentative fingers around the doorhandle leading into Gambits bar. With a twist and a shove, the door swung inward on quiet hinges, revealing a man of well-formed stature. An olive green shirt stretched across his chest, one hand slung casually in the pocket of his jeans while the other clutched a carved walking stick that he swung from side to side in front of him with each step.
His eyes were shielded by a pair of reflective aviator sunglasses, and though it might appear as if the man suffered from blindness, he swiveled his shaved head from side to side, one brow quirking over the rim of his glasses.
"Interesting place." he murmured to himself, his voice a low rumble in the quiet of the bar.
Tapping preceded near-silent steps as the tall, broad-shouldered figure wrapped his tentative fingers around the doorhandle leading into Gambits bar. With a twist and a shove, the door swung inward on quiet hinges, revealing a man of well-formed stature. An olive green shirt stretched across his chest, one hand slung casually in the pocket of his jeans while the other clutched a carved walking stick that he swung from side to side in front of him with each step.
His eyes were shielded by a pair of reflective aviator sunglasses, and though it might appear as if the man suffered from blindness, he swiveled his shaved head from side to side, one brow quirking over the rim of his glasses.
"Interesting place." he murmured to himself, his voice a low rumble in the quiet of the bar.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sound preceded the near-silent footsteps as the door to Gambits bar was pushed open, revealing a man of a tall, broad-shouldered stature, a gentle giant by all accounts. Wearing an olive green shirt that stretched tight over his chest, with his free hand slipped carelessly into the pocket of his jeans, he swung his carved, wooden cane back and forth, tapping the floor rhythmically, ‘seeing’ what couldn’t be seen.
He had a strong face, lips curved in a quirky smile as he seemed to study the world behind the lenses of reflective aviator sunglasses. As he stepped into the bar, he paused, leaning on one leg, his head slowly turning from one side of the room to the other. Though he appeared to be blind, it was obvious that he was rather attentive to his surroundings.
Five were in the bar, including himself. They all spread out across the establishment, absorbed in their own conversations. He nodded decisively, turning to the right as his cane struck the baseboard of the bar counter. Funny. He could hear no bartender. Lifting a hand to place it on the hard surface, he instead came into contact with smooth plastic…the face of a computer.
Well…that was going to make things difficult.
The sound preceded the near-silent footsteps as the door to Gambits bar was pushed open, revealing a man of a tall, broad-shouldered stature, a gentle giant by all accounts. Wearing an olive green shirt that stretched tight over his chest, with his free hand slipped carelessly into the pocket of his jeans, he swung his carved, wooden cane back and forth, tapping the floor rhythmically, ‘seeing’ what couldn’t be seen.
He had a strong face, lips curved in a quirky smile as he seemed to study the world behind the lenses of reflective aviator sunglasses. As he stepped into the bar, he paused, leaning on one leg, his head slowly turning from one side of the room to the other. Though he appeared to be blind, it was obvious that he was rather attentive to his surroundings.
Five were in the bar, including himself. They all spread out across the establishment, absorbed in their own conversations. He nodded decisively, turning to the right as his cane struck the baseboard of the bar counter. Funny. He could hear no bartender. Lifting a hand to place it on the hard surface, he instead came into contact with smooth plastic…the face of a computer.
Well…that was going to make things difficult.
A part of him wondered if it was worth the embarrassment to ask for help. After all, he had no remarkable superpowers that negated the fact that he was blind. In fact, there was nothing all that exciting about Jaryd in the first place. Someone had once called him handsome, another peaceful, and while he had no real opinion on the first observation, the second he could easily deny.
Jaryd was not a peaceful man. He was blind, and he didn’t say much, but that never made anyone peaceful.
“Did you need some assistance?”
Her voice came from just to his left, and he turned his face to acknowledge that she’d spoken. She wasn’t far from where he stood. Looks like he didn’t have to ask. He obviously wasn’t playing off his independence very well. “I was wondering,” he said calmly, his voice low, but soft, melodic. “If you might be able to help me with this menu.”
Jaryd was not a peaceful man. He was blind, and he didn’t say much, but that never made anyone peaceful.
“Did you need some assistance?”
Her voice came from just to his left, and he turned his face to acknowledge that she’d spoken. She wasn’t far from where he stood. Looks like he didn’t have to ask. He obviously wasn’t playing off his independence very well. “I was wondering,” he said calmly, his voice low, but soft, melodic. “If you might be able to help me with this menu.”
He could feel her nearby, having always been hypersensitive to the way things were in relation to his own body. She had asked him what he wanted, and he was about to respond, up until the moment he heard the tinkling of ice in her glass, and smelled that bitter, overwhelming scent of alcohol. Carefully, without letting his distaste show, he parted his lips to breathe through his mouth. A shame really, because beneath the smell of damp clothing and soap and alcohol, the woman smelled rather lovely.
“Just a coke.” He said, looking to her. “Please. I appreciate the help.”
There was a sound of distress coming from behind, and the man turned, brow furrowing when he ‘saw’ what was going on.
An ugly red color filled his vision, causing his heart to beat rapidly in his chest. But what could he do? What could anyone here do, if they purposed to do anything at all?
“The gun you have in your back pocket,” he said to Lena. “Will it work on that woman?” He indicated Timo.
“Just a coke.” He said, looking to her. “Please. I appreciate the help.”
There was a sound of distress coming from behind, and the man turned, brow furrowing when he ‘saw’ what was going on.
An ugly red color filled his vision, causing his heart to beat rapidly in his chest. But what could he do? What could anyone here do, if they purposed to do anything at all?
“The gun you have in your back pocket,” he said to Lena. “Will it work on that woman?” He indicated Timo.
“I can smell the gunpowder.” Jaryd replied softly, noticing the woman’s tension. He remained still, right where he was, and made no sudden movements as the drink was brought to him. “Thank you for helping me.” He said, walking to the other side of the bar counter so that he could put the woman’s mind at ease. Sometimes, he supposed, people simply couldn’t relax around strangers.
“If you don’t mind me asking,” the blind man stated after taking a sip of his coke. He had his cane hooked on his forearm, an impressive feat, considering how largely proportioned his musculature was. “What has caused you to become so wary of strangers, other than one’s natural sense of self-preservation?”
He’d heard the terror in her tone, practically smelled it coming off in her sweat. It was interesting. Human beings actually had a pheromone they excreted when afraid. It attracted prey, making the person more vulnerable to attack. For this reason, Jaryd often hid his fear.
“I promise I won’t hurt you.” He added, quieter still.
He’d heard the terror in her tone, practically smelled it coming off in her sweat. It was interesting. Human beings actually had a pheromone they excreted when afraid. It attracted prey, making the person more vulnerable to attack. For this reason, Jaryd often hid his fear.
“I promise I won’t hurt you.” He added, quieter still.
"Ah," the man made a face, looking down and touching the surface of his braille watch. "I'm sorry..I need to leave." He told the woman across from him. He didn't know her name, but he'd remember the sound of her voice...the way she smelled. "Perhaps I'll see you sometime soon." He removed the cane from his forearm, sliding out of his seat and turning toward the door, but not before allowing Lawless to pass.
Then, with a gentle tap, tap, tap, the blind man disappeared out the door.
Then, with a gentle tap, tap, tap, the blind man disappeared out the door.
“A hunch.” The man replied mysteriously, smiling before he lifted the drink to his lips again. “A feeling, an inclination. Something without physical evidence, but quite influential all the same.” He tapped his temple, a habit of his. “My name is Jaryd Foster, and the difference between me and the other strangers is that you now know my name.”
And that was everything in a place like this, wasn’t it? Identity. “And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to know yours.”
And that was everything in a place like this, wasn’t it? Identity. “And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to know yours.”
“I like it.” Jaryd replied, scooting his now-empty drink off to the side and looking in her direction. Though, if she were to try to look into his eyes, all she would see would be a reflection of her own nervous features.
“And if strangers cause you so much discomfort, then I’m curious, why put yourself in a position where all you encounter, every day, is nothing but strangers?” He stroked his smooth chin thoughtfully, angling his head more towards the counter now.
“And if strangers cause you so much discomfort, then I’m curious, why put yourself in a position where all you encounter, every day, is nothing but strangers?” He stroked his smooth chin thoughtfully, angling his head more towards the counter now.
He looked surprised. “That’s a very weighted statement for something like common table-conversation.” He replied, glancing around before sliding out of his seat and swinging his cane out to guide himself closer to her. “Do you mind if I sit nearer, Lena? I’d rather not shout at you from across the bar.”
He paused, waiting patiently for her response.
He paused, waiting patiently for her response.
“The other side.” Jaryd replied casually, sliding into the seat she offered him. Now, what other side he was referring to would remain a mystery. “And, unfortunately, I don’t remember much about it. I only know that before I left I was a sighted man, and now I have to see by other means.” He rolled his shoulders, turning and leaning back against the counter with his elbows up.
True, he was a handsome fellow, naturally too, since his head was shaved near to baldness and he couldn’t remember what his face looked like even if he tried to. “What about you, Lena?”
True, he was a handsome fellow, naturally too, since his head was shaved near to baldness and he couldn’t remember what his face looked like even if he tried to. “What about you, Lena?”
“Difficult?” his pale brow lifted, an easy smile coloring his features. “Of course it is. I’m not ashamed to admit it. But being blind’s taught me a lot about, well, the powers that be. Faith, Fate, what have you. There’s substance in things which you have no control over, and I can honestly say I walk by faith every single day of my life.”
It wouldn’t surprise him if Lena, or anyone else listening, had a hard time understanding what he was trying to say. “I suppose, to summarize, it’s difficult to have lost sight. But, interchangeably, I feel like I’ve gained a whole lot more because of it.”
It wouldn’t surprise him if Lena, or anyone else listening, had a hard time understanding what he was trying to say. “I suppose, to summarize, it’s difficult to have lost sight. But, interchangeably, I feel like I’ve gained a whole lot more because of it.”
The man shook his head. “If I did, I think I’d have a greater understanding of why I am the way that I am, but, as it is, I’m not meant to know just yet. So I have to bide my time.” He looked over at her. “Sometimes I dream, though.”
He loved to dream. It was the only time he could ever see anything other than black, with interspersed splotches of color…and the faces of demons.
He loved to dream. It was the only time he could ever see anything other than black, with interspersed splotches of color…and the faces of demons.
“I dream of my wife.” He replied, unable to help his smile. Sure, there was a time when he could do nothing but mourn…but it had been ages ago. More than a decade. He’d had time to heal and move on and remember her for all the happiness he brought her. “When she was healthy. And I dream about things I see and hear when I’m awake.”
Perhaps she was a brunette? It was hard to guess distinguishing features based on the sound of a voice. He had to admit that he was curious.
Perhaps she was a brunette? It was hard to guess distinguishing features based on the sound of a voice. He had to admit that he was curious.
“I met her six months after her first chemotherapy treatment.” He told Lena, sighing wistfully and reaching to rub his left hand, where he used to wear a ring. No longer. He kept it on a chain that he had tucked beneath the neckline of his shirt. “Prettiest girl I’d ever seen in my life. Didn’t matter to me that she was bald. I was too.” He chuckled.
“It wasn’t long before we were talking about marriage, and at the time we were both pretty optimistic that her treatments would rid her of the cancer. But, as time went on, she wasn’t getting any better and we weren’t getting any younger. So I proposed. She accepted graciously. We married not a year after we’d met.” He reached a hand up and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Six months following we found out that the cancer had taken her liver. The doctors gave her six months, and she pushed it to a year. Bravest woman I’ve met in my life, to face her own death with a smile on her face.” His throat thickened, and he had to swallow. But he was still smiling.
“You’re fidgeting quite a bit, Lena.” He noted, looking almost amused.
“It wasn’t long before we were talking about marriage, and at the time we were both pretty optimistic that her treatments would rid her of the cancer. But, as time went on, she wasn’t getting any better and we weren’t getting any younger. So I proposed. She accepted graciously. We married not a year after we’d met.” He reached a hand up and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Six months following we found out that the cancer had taken her liver. The doctors gave her six months, and she pushed it to a year. Bravest woman I’ve met in my life, to face her own death with a smile on her face.” His throat thickened, and he had to swallow. But he was still smiling.
“You’re fidgeting quite a bit, Lena.” He noted, looking almost amused.
“I never stopped loving her.” Jaryd replied with a smile. “It’s something that never goes away. Death is a curtain. Seeing her again will be like going home, or going back to the other side, and if I think about it, they’re really all one in the same.” He reached over and, more by intuition, gently touched the back of her hand with his fingertips.
“Lena,” he asked quietly. “Do you mind if I ‘see’ you?” The curiosity was driving him nuts. He really wanted to know what she looked like.
“Lena,” he asked quietly. “Do you mind if I ‘see’ you?” The curiosity was driving him nuts. He really wanted to know what she looked like.
He nodded, turning so he could face her, and tentatively traced her arm to her shoulder before finding her neck. His other hand came up, large, oddly rough but gentle palms cupping her cheeks, tracing her jaw line with a feather-like touch. As he smoothed his fingers over her eyes, he said, “Her name was Kelsie.”
The entire exchange lasted only a couple of moments, and the instant he was finished he withdrew his hands, a pleased smile on his face. “You are quite lovely, Lena. I didn’t expect anything less.”
The entire exchange lasted only a couple of moments, and the instant he was finished he withdrew his hands, a pleased smile on his face. “You are quite lovely, Lena. I didn’t expect anything less.”
“Perhaps.” He replied with a casual shrug. “But even to this day I wonder if there wasn’t more I could do. The whys and the what ifs are the worst part of being left behind, because it doesn’t matter how much you rationalize things…they always come back to haunt you.”
He smiled gently, rubbing a hand over his nearly bald head. “But it’s nothing I can change, and if she saw me wallowing still, ten years later, afraid of moving forward, she would be so disappointed in me.” Funny, the way this man spoke made him sound like he was in his fifties, but he was just barely over the age of thirty.
He smiled gently, rubbing a hand over his nearly bald head. “But it’s nothing I can change, and if she saw me wallowing still, ten years later, afraid of moving forward, she would be so disappointed in me.” Funny, the way this man spoke made him sound like he was in his fifties, but he was just barely over the age of thirty.
"Of course," he said, clasping her hand in both of his warmly, rather easily encapsulating it in his grasp. "I hope to talk again soon, Lena. Perhaps I'll see you again sometime." He let her go, taking his cane and setting the tip to the floor before turning away from her.