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Jun. 24th, 2023 05:56 pm[ continuing from this thread ]
Darrow doesn't look so different from the last time he'd been here. Sure, some things have changed. There are new shops he doesn't recognize, new apartments renovated in old buildings; there are more charging stations for electric cars, which he feels keenly as they walk. They buzz pleasantly just inside his awareness, reminding him that if he needs them, they're there for him just as much as they are the cars. He recognizes power lines like old friends, can remember the way his hands gripped the friezes and trims on more than one building.
He and Nikita walk, side by side, and he glances over at her now and then. She looks the same... but different, too. He'd never guess eight years older, for one thing, but there's something calmer, more relaxed about her as they go. Maybe eight years in one place without the things she'd told him about hunting her have helped.
Fuck, he wishes he could've been here during that time.
He clears his throat and looks ahead again, then huffs a laugh.
"I can't believe I'm back," he says. He's less shocked than he had been — not so much recovered as rolling with the punch — and it shows.
Darrow doesn't look so different from the last time he'd been here. Sure, some things have changed. There are new shops he doesn't recognize, new apartments renovated in old buildings; there are more charging stations for electric cars, which he feels keenly as they walk. They buzz pleasantly just inside his awareness, reminding him that if he needs them, they're there for him just as much as they are the cars. He recognizes power lines like old friends, can remember the way his hands gripped the friezes and trims on more than one building.
He and Nikita walk, side by side, and he glances over at her now and then. She looks the same... but different, too. He'd never guess eight years older, for one thing, but there's something calmer, more relaxed about her as they go. Maybe eight years in one place without the things she'd told him about hunting her have helped.
Fuck, he wishes he could've been here during that time.
He clears his throat and looks ahead again, then huffs a laugh.
"I can't believe I'm back," he says. He's less shocked than he had been — not so much recovered as rolling with the punch — and it shows.
nikita: the princess bride
Mar. 23rd, 2015 02:18 pmDated Feb 13, 2015
Cole is a little nervous when he approaches Nikita's apartment. He's about to enter for the first time, to watch a movie he's never seen. It's not like he's never been on a date. It's not like he's never watched a movie for the first time. But this is different. This is an amorphous thing. He doesn't think it's a date, but he's pretty sure it's not. He's also pretty sure it qualifies. He has no expectations of the night's end, but he does hope it doesn't end with him getting kicked out or screamed at. Cole likes Nikita a lot. He doesn't want to fuck this up.
This is a weird thing to realize.
He'd texted her earlier and asked if he should bring anything. He ends up bringing a six pack of a type of beer he knows she likes, and a small shopping bag with the fixings for nachos. Hey, why not? He's wearing casual clothes — nothing fancy, so she doesn't think he thinks it's a date. Tonight, he's in blue jeans, a gray tee shirt with some sort of graphic on it, and some simple, clean sneakers. It'd taken him an embarrassingly long time to figure out what to wear.
"God, it takes a lot of brain-power to be around girls," he'd mumbled at the time.
But he looks good, if the looks he's getting in the hallway are any indication. Thankfully, she doesn't live very far away, so he doesn't have to stress during the length of, say, a few city blocks. Just a few sets of stairs.
When he finally gets to her door, he knocks.
Cole is a little nervous when he approaches Nikita's apartment. He's about to enter for the first time, to watch a movie he's never seen. It's not like he's never been on a date. It's not like he's never watched a movie for the first time. But this is different. This is an amorphous thing. He doesn't think it's a date, but he's pretty sure it's not. He's also pretty sure it qualifies. He has no expectations of the night's end, but he does hope it doesn't end with him getting kicked out or screamed at. Cole likes Nikita a lot. He doesn't want to fuck this up.
This is a weird thing to realize.
He'd texted her earlier and asked if he should bring anything. He ends up bringing a six pack of a type of beer he knows she likes, and a small shopping bag with the fixings for nachos. Hey, why not? He's wearing casual clothes — nothing fancy, so she doesn't think he thinks it's a date. Tonight, he's in blue jeans, a gray tee shirt with some sort of graphic on it, and some simple, clean sneakers. It'd taken him an embarrassingly long time to figure out what to wear.
"God, it takes a lot of brain-power to be around girls," he'd mumbled at the time.
But he looks good, if the looks he's getting in the hallway are any indication. Thankfully, she doesn't live very far away, so he doesn't have to stress during the length of, say, a few city blocks. Just a few sets of stairs.
When he finally gets to her door, he knocks.
faye & delsin: define your meaning of fun
Oct. 14th, 2014 12:11 pmCole wants to get to know the city. It's a sharp difference from Empire City or New Marais, simply because the people are so different. No one here knows him. Hell, half of them don't even seem to know about the events he'd lived through. Well, died through. It's weird. He's spent so long with some kind of moniker — terrorist, the electric man, the demon of New Marais — he's not sure what he's going to do without one.
Here, he's no one.
It's something that he's wanted for a long time. But that doesn't make it easy to accept. He's spent the morning walking the streets, marveling at the utter lack of expletives or sexual favors shouted his way. He can't say whether or not it's a good change, but it's different that's for sure.
He climbs up the side of a building. It looks like the tallest one around. From there, he can see a fair distance. In the park, some people are sparring. Not too further ahead, there's a cafe with a street performer outside. The tune being played carries on the wind and it reminds Cole of New Marais. There's a family at the entrance to the park, kids and pets getting ready to play.
There's no plague. No monsters. No gangs or militia. It's amazing. Maybe Darrow isn't part of his world, but Cole feels like he could make a home here.
He turns his gaze back towards the pair that are sparring by the trees. He'll interfere if it gets out of hand, but for now, he'll watch.
Oblivious to their observer, Delsin faces Faye and shakes out his hands. They've picked a slightly more secluded part of the park for their little session, so there's no collateral damage or too many bystanders staring if (and when) he uses his powers. After working with Shikamaru, he feels ready for more. It's nice, to get out and do things like this without actually having his life threatened. Faye had promised multiple sparring grounds for them to work with, but the truth is, Delsin's fought over the entire city of Seattle: falling down bridges, the Space Needle, in, under, and around a parking complex. There isn't much terrain he hasn't fought on, so he feels like she's not going to be able to surprise him. Hey, he could be wrong. But he doubts it.
"Okay, how're we doing this?" he asks. It's different for every person, and while he knows not everyone is going to be giving him the chance to orient himself — good God does he know that — he figures he'll ask all the same. "Weapons or no weapons?"
Here, he's no one.
It's something that he's wanted for a long time. But that doesn't make it easy to accept. He's spent the morning walking the streets, marveling at the utter lack of expletives or sexual favors shouted his way. He can't say whether or not it's a good change, but it's different that's for sure.
He climbs up the side of a building. It looks like the tallest one around. From there, he can see a fair distance. In the park, some people are sparring. Not too further ahead, there's a cafe with a street performer outside. The tune being played carries on the wind and it reminds Cole of New Marais. There's a family at the entrance to the park, kids and pets getting ready to play.
There's no plague. No monsters. No gangs or militia. It's amazing. Maybe Darrow isn't part of his world, but Cole feels like he could make a home here.
He turns his gaze back towards the pair that are sparring by the trees. He'll interfere if it gets out of hand, but for now, he'll watch.
Oblivious to their observer, Delsin faces Faye and shakes out his hands. They've picked a slightly more secluded part of the park for their little session, so there's no collateral damage or too many bystanders staring if (and when) he uses his powers. After working with Shikamaru, he feels ready for more. It's nice, to get out and do things like this without actually having his life threatened. Faye had promised multiple sparring grounds for them to work with, but the truth is, Delsin's fought over the entire city of Seattle: falling down bridges, the Space Needle, in, under, and around a parking complex. There isn't much terrain he hasn't fought on, so he feels like she's not going to be able to surprise him. Hey, he could be wrong. But he doubts it.
"Okay, how're we doing this?" he asks. It's different for every person, and while he knows not everyone is going to be giving him the chance to orient himself — good God does he know that — he figures he'll ask all the same. "Weapons or no weapons?"
