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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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Her eyes pause on that scar, just briefly. Certainly, she'd seen it before, but...]
No... [She shakes her head.] No, not at all. I apologize if I've disturbed you this morning.
[It's a genuine apology, because she knows. He always seemed— distant, and somewhat troubled. It was apparent that there was much on his mind, and much he wasn't willing to tell her. But it's a funny thing, in a way, because despite that, she couldn't help but feel safe here. No other place would have been the same.
Luna hadn't thought too hard about how to approach this, however—she just knew that she had to. She opts to simply state her initial observation, reaching up gently, tentatively, with her hand, fingers lightly brushing the scar if he'll allow it.]
When last we met, you looked different.
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Nyx inhales, jaw clenching as he bites down on his surprise. Her memories were bound to come back eventually, he knew that, but somehow he wasn't quite expecting this. He doesn't stop her from touching him, just searches her face. Finally he breathes out and steps back, nodding inside.]
Come on in.
[He moves back and tosses his book onto the bed so he can put on a shirt. The room itself, unlike the rest of the house, is emptier than it had been when he moved in. All the wall decorations had been moved to other rooms, as had the original bed coverings (currently folded in a closet in the hall). His desk is the only surface that's holding anything besides a book or two: an incense burner next to a corkboard full of old photos and newspaper clippings that would be very familiar upon closer inspection.]
A lots happened since then, princess.
[Defensive, but tired rather than angry. He doesn't want to throw up any walls, but it's hard to imagine being casual friends with royalty. He was still a Glaive at the end of the day, even now.]
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I gathered as much. [She could ask why he didn't tell her sooner, but such a question is probably superfluous. Is it really any wonder that he'd have kept quiet about certain things? Of course, she would have preferred the honesty, but she can't say that she couldn't see where he was coming from. Instead of focusing on how it was handled, she focuses on something more important.] How long has it been?
[Despite Nyx's hesitance to share, she had no intention of being shy with her questions. Some things were still a blur, but she was aware of more now. Even if it was nothing she could do anything about here... These were things she needed to know. She wasn't sure that she'd even be here (a general "here," because here was not where they should be) if not for him.]
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Idle minds are dangerous.]
Two months? Give or take. Enough time to adjust to not having to wear the uniform anymore. [He still has the burnt coat hanging up in his closet. It hasn't come out since the day he put it there.]