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westfallcorndog) wrote2017-05-26 10:08 am
westfallcorndog) wrote2017-05-26 10:08 am
Missing – For Adia
Days have passed since Khan invaded the Nexus, leaving havoc and destruction in his wake and abetting some of the most unsavory figures of the Nexus to cause their own chaos in the hours that the anti-violence field was down. Harrowheart had missed most of the initial efforts to save survivors after the final confrontation – it was difficult enough for him to return to his own world and save himself after the destruction of one of his runeblades. In the time he'd been gone they had to be reforged and his body somewhat mended from the physical and magical wounds he'd sustained. Strips of flesh remained burned away from his face where Khan's plasma had melted anything it touched, and he was still forced to wear an eyepatch until his eye regenerated.
All that mattered was that he was well enough, and with an ominous new runeblade slung over his back, he returned to the Nexus to check on the people he cared about. His family, of course, was safe in Ixis Naugus' impenetrable tower, and he suspected Isidor and Viatorus were just fine – they were magically talented, and if worse came to worst they could have escaped back to Earth... But some couldn't have been so lucky.
His first stop is Steve's apartment. He knows where to find the key and doesn't bother knocking. If he comes in and finds Steve nakedly lounging, at least it means he's safe. What he doesn't expect is to find... Nothing at all. No Steve. He sniffs the air, but isn't sure what he was expecting to find. Of course it smells of him. Is it a distant smell, though? He can't quite tell.
He steps hesitantly inside, and the sound of his plate armor shifting seems so loud in the utter silence. The strange little animals Steve lives with aren't around, either...
"Is anyone home?" he asks, feeling stupid even as he does. It's not like anyone could be hiding out of view in this apartment. "Steve?" Light, what were the little beasts' names?... "Eth...el? Bucky? Sarah?"
It's empty. Totally empty. But that doesn't mean anything, right? Maybe they're out. They're all out helping people who need help. Of course that's the situation. Steve wouldn't sit around if he knew people were in need, and his little creatures were intelligent enough to go with him.
At a loss for what direction to take, Harrowheart does what he's spent the last few months in Acherus perfecting: Standing watch. With the door to the apartment still open he positions himself in the center of the room and stands stark still, his lone, glowing eye unblinking as it watches the doorway. It's only out of habit that he draws his weapon and stands it up, the blade's tip on the floor and his palms resting on the hilt as he waits.
All that mattered was that he was well enough, and with an ominous new runeblade slung over his back, he returned to the Nexus to check on the people he cared about. His family, of course, was safe in Ixis Naugus' impenetrable tower, and he suspected Isidor and Viatorus were just fine – they were magically talented, and if worse came to worst they could have escaped back to Earth... But some couldn't have been so lucky.
His first stop is Steve's apartment. He knows where to find the key and doesn't bother knocking. If he comes in and finds Steve nakedly lounging, at least it means he's safe. What he doesn't expect is to find... Nothing at all. No Steve. He sniffs the air, but isn't sure what he was expecting to find. Of course it smells of him. Is it a distant smell, though? He can't quite tell.
He steps hesitantly inside, and the sound of his plate armor shifting seems so loud in the utter silence. The strange little animals Steve lives with aren't around, either...
"Is anyone home?" he asks, feeling stupid even as he does. It's not like anyone could be hiding out of view in this apartment. "Steve?" Light, what were the little beasts' names?... "Eth...el? Bucky? Sarah?"
It's empty. Totally empty. But that doesn't mean anything, right? Maybe they're out. They're all out helping people who need help. Of course that's the situation. Steve wouldn't sit around if he knew people were in need, and his little creatures were intelligent enough to go with him.
At a loss for what direction to take, Harrowheart does what he's spent the last few months in Acherus perfecting: Standing watch. With the door to the apartment still open he positions himself in the center of the room and stands stark still, his lone, glowing eye unblinking as it watches the doorway. It's only out of habit that he draws his weapon and stands it up, the blade's tip on the floor and his palms resting on the hilt as he waits.
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Harrowheart, meanwhile, looks a little guilty over having too many lady friends. Anna shoos him and his conflicted expression away quickly and returns the conversation to herself. "Sister, yes. His favorite of four!" She leaves him no room for conflicting reports and plows right on through as the head of the conversation. "I go to the Plaza when I'm shopping for the family. I love it! I love everything about the Nexus, really. Everything is so convenient, food is so easy to come by... And the people! And the... Not-so-peopley-people. I've been trying to make connections, but it's intimidating sometimes? Do you know anyone worth meeting?" As an afterthought and with a delicate little laugh she adds, "Oh! I've been trying to find a job, too. But I feel so... Underqualified for it all."
She shrugs one shoulder shyly and looks at Adia like there's something wonderful about her. "Not a whole lot of opportunities on a Westfall farm. I can't even imagine being something as amazing as a scientist."
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As Anna speaks, the family resemblance seems even stronger. Perhaps it's the young woman's exuberance, or her fascination with the sort of modern convenience that Adia once took for granted. "It is intimidating," she agrees. "It helps that most people are friendly."
And then she falls silent while she tries to think of someone Anna should try to meet, someone influential who could help her find a job. But the most influential person she knows is Isidor, and they already know one another, don't they? "Well, um... I know several people in the Nexus, but not professionally..." She wants to help, though, especially after Anna looks at her like she's someone special. "What is it you'd like to do? Would you prefer to do something behind the scenes, or do you want to work with people? Crossroads Café might need another employee. My friend Ice Bear works there, and the owner is very nice. Or, um... my friend Vaclav is opening a bookstore soon, he'll probably need some paid help..."
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Meanwhile, while humans are trying to have serious conversations pokémon are struggling to tag each other. Maggie is far from fast enough and she hoots and howls in excitement when she feels Bucky's feathers tickling her stumpy 'feet.' Now it's her turn to wiggle out from under that bench and try to catch someone... And what better target than Ethel? She doesn't look too quick, and she's all caught up with human first-evolutions. But as much as Kenny was enjoying being a shieldon, when she sees another pokemon coming at them with her arms outstretched she squeals and leaps to her feet, happily human again as long as it means she can bound away quickly. Ethel! She just left you to your fate!
Lawrence and Harrowheart, meanwhile, are busy being two men doing the job of one man. Lawrence holds a bowl near the Virgin Mary statue while Harrowheart ladles some soup into it. Then Lawrence produces a few tea candles from his pocket and Harrowheart lights them (and then two cigarettes: one for Mary, balanced on the edge of the bowl, and one for himself.) It's a quiet little offering, and possibly sacrilegious, but it's their attempt.
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It takes a moment for Ethel to figure out that the game has switched from human-wrangling to classic tag. She lets out a metallic bark before shuffling away from Maggie as fast as her stubby little legs will allow, but she is too slow and gets hugged by the friendly snover. Now "it", she changes direction and tries to herd Buddy back towards the table. If worse comes to worst, she can always tag Sarah. The growlithe is done comforting Adia and is idly sniffing at people's feet instead.
The makeshift shrine catches Adia's attention. She looks over and smiles softly at the sight, more familiar to her than the statue itself. "That's nice," she tells the two men. "You honor her well."