Just a young gun with a quick fuse;

[sirnyxalot]

Who: Nyx Ulric
Where: Town, the gym, at home, etc
When: July Catch-all
What: In a single day the world changed. Let's talk about that.
Warnings: Probably too many emotions to count.
[Open]


[In a single day the world changed, and with it Nyx felt at home. What does it say about him that without an active war he'd felt stagnant? Like he was treading water;
trying to keep his head up. Now there's a target, a goal, and a not-insignificant part of him was happy.

As happy as a man can be when people have died, anyway.

After the attack all he could do was try to recover. Three days of being unable to just stop and shut down left him vulnerable, and the moment everything was over he crashed. An inoculation, two days of rest, and a return to the hospital later to have his wounds actually looked at by a professional and he was about as good as he was going to get.

The moment they announced the option to go beyond the wall, Nyx signed up for their tests. He was no use to anyone sitting safely behind the wall (a sentiment that he was more than familiar with).

Until they got their shit together, however, he had little to do but help repair what was damaged, and finally, finally, being able to talk about what he'd been holding back for months. There were a few people that deserved the truth, after all.]





(Focused starters below for closed threads)

Comments

[alizes]

[She shakes her head. She does have some homework she needs to finish, but if Nyx is here to talk to her and her specifically then he’s probably here to make good on his promise. The ban has been lifted, they are allowed to talk about… before. So this is definitely more important than learn whatever part of American history she’s supposed to write for in her next paper.]

I’m all free. Do you want anything to drink? [She may take a while to get it, but she’s not going to be a bad host.]

[sirnyxalot]

No, thanks. I'm good for now. [Doesn't want to impose more than necessary, although if she insists how would he be able to deny it?]

You look like you've been healing up well. Be running around again in no time.

[alizes]

I hope so! [Iris giggles, glancing down at her leg. The wound is healing nicely and now there’s no risk of infection. It still hurts to place her weight on it, hence the crutches but she’s pretty confident Nyx is right. She can’t wait to be running again, to be able to walk on her own and not need her family’s help.]

Do you mind if we take a sit though? [She’s already walking towards the nearest one, motioning for Nyx to take another sit.]

[sirnyxalot]

Not at all. [He'll take the seat, watching to see if she needs help.]

It might be a long conversation.

[alizes]

[Iris didn’t think Nyx was going to say no to such a simple request so she was already getting a chair to sit on. It’s very frustrating to her to not be able to do something as simple as stand up for a long amount of time, and she’s being doing her best to pretend everything is fine. But she knows she doesn’t need to do that with Nyx- he saved her life after all. He knows how bad it got.

The affirmation worries her a little, though and she frowns as she tilts her head. She can guess what Nyx wants to talk about but it’s better not to make assumptions, not yet.]

What do you want to talk about?

[sirnyxalot]

[Nyx wouldn't admit it, but not standing has been a preferable state of affairs for him, too. The healing stitches in his side were relentlessly itchy even when they didn't ache.

He clasps his hands together on the table, studying them for a moment. It's not any easier stepping over this hurdle having been given time to think about what he wanted to say. Any carefully made scripts were long since tossed out on the walk over here.]

I have a promise to keep and I won't shy away from that. There aren't many here who can talk about Insomnia.