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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?"
