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pineslog2017-04-28 05:57 pm
sirnyxalot) wrote in pineslog2017-04-28 05:57 pm
A soldier on my own, I don't know the way
Who: Nyx Ulric and YOU
Where: Nyx and Luna's house, Crossbones Boxing, around town, etc
When: Late April into May, dates applied where necessary
What: Open Catch-all for various non-plot going ons
Warnings: Blanket warning for potential Ibaraki, but other than that we should be good. [Thumbs up.]
[Open]
A. Papa War Chicken has arrived!
[He knows there are chocobos in town. He isn't sure how they got here, since there don't seem to be any wild nests, but here they are. They're small, adorable, and only a minor handful all things considered. But current digs aside, Nyx has lived all his recent life in a city. He hasn't owned so much as a cat since he left Galahd.And apparently a small child or two if his fake memories were any indication.
So why is he stepping outside one morning to see a fully grown, green chocobo trying to dig up all the grass around their mailbox?!
Nyx stops short, not yet comprehending just what he's seeing. The bird is huge, clearly big enough to ride,
and seems momentarily content to remain tethered. He steps back into the house, closing the door behind him. He needs to make some calls.]
B. For all your ogling needs~
[Five days out of the week, sometimes six, Nyx spends hours working for Rumlow. It's not nearly as exciting as being a Glaive, what could be? But he's hauling weights, wiping down bags, and maintaining equipment, and in his off moments he gets to use it all. It's enough. Most days.
He'd had to adjust some old habits: learn how to tape his knuckles and turn his body into armor in the absence of leather and steel. This wasn't bar brawling by any stretch of the imagination. It was a focused style of combat that resulted in him on his ass more times than he'd like to admit, but there's a thrill in his blood every time he gets up in that ring that isn't tempered by a quiet knowledge that death could be around the corner.
Even without a partner to fight with, Nyx works out hard; pushes himself to regain what strength he'd lost coming out of the hospital. Making sure he's ready, but for what he wouldn't be able to say.]
C. Why bother locking the door when no one pays attention to it anyway?
[Before Luna arrived, Nyx had done very little with his house. He'd taken the main bedroom and then spent the majority of his time there when he was at home at all. Couldn't remember why until he started getting his memories back and realized he missed his stupid apartment in Insomnia. The house was just too big for him.
Now, though... now it's practically lived in. There are flowers decorating tables, and new things on the wall, and most of the rooms are even used for one thing or another. Nyx still spends most of his time in his room, but the rest of the house no longer feels empty. So he keeps the kitchen stocked with whatever gets put on the list on the fridge, keeps a list of numbers for whoever needs to be called if something goes wrong, and somehow manages to carve a life here.
It's weird, and somewhat wrong, but it reminds a part of him of Galahd, and every day it's just easier and easier to fall into an old routine that the soldier in him had long forgotten. He's even getting used to the regular company he gets, so whenever he's home he ends up just leaving the door unlocked so that he doesn't have to worry about someone parkouring through a window.
And sometimes, when the nightmares get too bad, one can find him sitting on his front step, staring up at the stars in the middle of the night.]
D. Choose your own adventure!
(ooc: Feel free to ambush him anywhere about town or use this to establish specific threads that might not fit into the above prompts. Otherwise, please question him about his overgrown green chicken or catch him working out in the very very rare times he's ever close to shirtless in public. Or hell, just walk in and say hi and steal his hot pockets. He'll only complain a little.)
Where: Nyx and Luna's house, Crossbones Boxing, around town, etc
When: Late April into May, dates applied where necessary
What: Open Catch-all for various non-plot going ons
Warnings: Blanket warning for potential Ibaraki, but other than that we should be good. [Thumbs up.]
[Open]
A. Papa War Chicken has arrived!
[He knows there are chocobos in town. He isn't sure how they got here, since there don't seem to be any wild nests, but here they are. They're small, adorable, and only a minor handful all things considered. But current digs aside, Nyx has lived all his recent life in a city. He hasn't owned so much as a cat since he left Galahd.
So why is he stepping outside one morning to see a fully grown, green chocobo trying to dig up all the grass around their mailbox?!
Nyx stops short, not yet comprehending just what he's seeing. The bird is huge, clearly big enough to ride,
and seems momentarily content to remain tethered. He steps back into the house, closing the door behind him. He needs to make some calls.]
B. For all your ogling needs~
[Five days out of the week, sometimes six, Nyx spends hours working for Rumlow. It's not nearly as exciting as being a Glaive, what could be? But he's hauling weights, wiping down bags, and maintaining equipment, and in his off moments he gets to use it all. It's enough. Most days.
He'd had to adjust some old habits: learn how to tape his knuckles and turn his body into armor in the absence of leather and steel. This wasn't bar brawling by any stretch of the imagination. It was a focused style of combat that resulted in him on his ass more times than he'd like to admit, but there's a thrill in his blood every time he gets up in that ring that isn't tempered by a quiet knowledge that death could be around the corner.
Even without a partner to fight with, Nyx works out hard; pushes himself to regain what strength he'd lost coming out of the hospital. Making sure he's ready, but for what he wouldn't be able to say.]
C. Why bother locking the door when no one pays attention to it anyway?
[Before Luna arrived, Nyx had done very little with his house. He'd taken the main bedroom and then spent the majority of his time there when he was at home at all. Couldn't remember why until he started getting his memories back and realized he missed his stupid apartment in Insomnia. The house was just too big for him.
Now, though... now it's practically lived in. There are flowers decorating tables, and new things on the wall, and most of the rooms are even used for one thing or another. Nyx still spends most of his time in his room, but the rest of the house no longer feels empty. So he keeps the kitchen stocked with whatever gets put on the list on the fridge, keeps a list of numbers for whoever needs to be called if something goes wrong, and somehow manages to carve a life here.
It's weird, and somewhat wrong, but it reminds a part of him of Galahd, and every day it's just easier and easier to fall into an old routine that the soldier in him had long forgotten. He's even getting used to the regular company he gets, so whenever he's home he ends up just leaving the door unlocked so that he doesn't have to worry about someone parkouring through a window.
And sometimes, when the nightmares get too bad, one can find him sitting on his front step, staring up at the stars in the middle of the night.]
D. Choose your own adventure!
(ooc: Feel free to ambush him anywhere about town or use this to establish specific threads that might not fit into the above prompts. Otherwise, please question him about his overgrown green chicken or catch him working out in the very very rare times he's ever close to shirtless in public. Or hell, just walk in and say hi and steal his hot pockets. He'll only complain a little.)
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It's weird to be asked his intentions by a machine. Magitek soldiers didn't have minds. Only orders.]
...not unless I have a reason to. [It's a little vague but he doesn't want to explain that being armed made him feel like he could control something here.] I haven't been attacked so far, though.
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[ He suspects he could hold his own in a fight, but he's not eager to test that speculation. The bit about not being attacked so far is also good to know though somehow not reassuring. Poe can't help mentally comparing this place to a prison, with its rules and its surveillance. Violence is waiting. He just doesn't know what form it's going to take yet. ]
I'm Poe. [ He tosses off a little half-salute. ] This is BB-8.
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Nice to meet you. I'm Nyx.
[He crouches down to be more on the little droid's level, curious about the tech and wondering if it's truly intelligent or if it's just incredibly complicated programming.]
So, BB-8. Do I pass muster or would you rather I go put them away?
[He doesn't need them to defend himself if it came down to it. Probably.]
sure thought i tagged this already
A little old fashioned. The knives, I mean. I haven't met someone who fights with knives in...
[ He pauses, suddenly frustrated. ] Actually, I have no idea.
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My entire unit was built primarily around small blades like this. Throwing knives, kukri, hand axes. It's a little unconventional but we can't all use broadswords and machinery.
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[ Okay he knows he's seen broad pointy things that probably count as swords, but they're not exactly the kind of weapons he associates with a well-trained military.
And now he's curious. ] What kind of machinery?
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[Does this count as talking about the past? Oops.]
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This amnesiac bullshit is already old. ]
Weird name for a developer.
[ Is it? Must be. ]
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It's a city. A crown city, in fact. The most beautiful place in the world.
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Your hometown?
[ BB-8 chirps a warning, and this time Poe does sigh. ] Yeah, I know. [ To Nyx: ] Maybe we should change the subject.
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You're right, tho. That conversation could get depressing. [A cheeky grin, as he knows full well that's not why they're changing the subject.] Where were you two headed?
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[ One truth, one lie. The way his lips twitch downward at discharged gives the lie away. ]
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Not...that Nyx himself has any stones to throw. The day he woke up he spent several hours wandering around town until the pain was too great to ignore.]
Need a local? I know my way around pretty well.
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[ He's lying. That's a lie. ]
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Of course, I'd steer clear of the western edge, beyond the road. They tell us it's dangerous and the sheriff is pretty keen on keeping people from getting lost.
[Just a friendly sharing of knowledge from one man to another. Nothing suspicious here.]