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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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You guys are like mice, wtf.
He flexes his fingers, and is more than happy to stroll down the driveway away from the collateral damage.]
I'm fine. Just a little...ah...practice. It'll clear out. [Eventually.]
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[ Yes, Cassian, very...explanatory, that noise you just made. But he does glance at Jyn again, because that was an answer but not a complete one. ]
You're practicing teacup tempests?
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Also what the hell was that?
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I didn't tell you. Couldn't really find a moment. [How do you break out the 'hi, I can do magic' conversation anyway?
He holds out his hand, palm up, and draws on that spark; feels it coursing beneath his skin in what is once more a familiar sensation. Lightning crackles in his hand, jumping between his fingers.] I remembered a couple weeks ago, but I'm still missing something.
[He clenches his fist, the energy dispersing into the air harmlessly as he cuts off the flow of magic.]
It's a work in progress. Good to see you again, Jyn, by the way. How're you coming along?
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[ Because it is and it's not really Cassian's business is it? They haven't had extensive talks...or really any talks...about their pasts and where they've come from, so.
Yeah.
Still that's pretty fascinating honestly, but Cassian will stay right. Over. Here. Next to Jyn. Whom he glances at.
Again. ]
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Brain's still foggy. What is that? [ she gestures her pale hand toward him. "that" ]
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He's skirting so many lines that he's going to get in trouble one day.]
Magic. I have a pretty unique talent for it, not that you'd be able to tell right now. So I wouldn't blame yourself for not recognizing it.
[He's not the only one in town who can use magic, but as far as he knows they're few and far between. They're not exactly showing off either.]
Anything start coming back yet?
[He notices Cassian's look, if not Jyn's, and recognizes something in the way he's standing. There's a slight eyebrow raise. Is this your 'Crowe', Cass?]
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[ Was it common, back where you come from, is the real question there but Cassian is trying not to push it.
Besides, apparently there's a mini-expression face off, which means that Cassian gives a small shrug immediately followed by a nod. It's complicated. Clearly. ]
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Just my shit childhood. [ it's flippant enough, but doesn't invite much question. she really did have a shitty childhood, as much as her parents -- all of them -- tried.
besides, magic is clearly better to talk about so she tacks on a question to cassian's. ] Is that all you can do?
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He files away the deflection for something to maybe talk about later. While his own childhood was normal, happy even, he knew enough Glaives that weren't so lucky. Her response doesn't really give any clues, either. There's no way to know whether 'shit childhood' was an overexaggeration or a severe understatement. He doesn't know her well enough to poke that bear.]
No, to both questions. There aren't many people who can do it at all, and even for those who can it's hard. I forgot I could. [Among everything else.] I've been trying to relearn what I can do with it. To...varying degrees of success. [The garage is no longer smoking, at least?]