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Post by S-K43 on May 28, 2016 5:11:35 GMT
 There's bad traffic, there's bad traffic, and there's -
-- this.
The city proper is all but shut down; perfectly-placed accidents and construction jobs have turned the once-bustling streets into a non-moving hell. No one can get anywhere at all, and not even pedestrians are safe from bizarre happenings.
S-K43 watches with vague fascination as a pigeon nails a harried-looking businessman on the head just as he slips on some canine poo -- to speak nothing of the poor woman across the street, fleeing from a swarm of bees. The woman would pity them, had she cared enough to feel as much.
Then she slips into a small, run-down cafe, pastry box in hand, and takes a seat at a table in the back without a word. wildfire |
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Post by wildfire on May 28, 2016 5:38:59 GMT
 He doesn't actually notice that there is an entire stretch of cars rolling along at an inch per hour, each with their own equally baffled and frustrated driver. When people's moods dropped, they may feel as though the world was slowing down. Except, for Ordric, it occasionally occurred literally.
His phone buzzed in his pocket at exactly half-past two. There was no need for caller ID when he could recognize the direct language throughout the message.
Skae is already at the cafe. She is easy to spot, tall and clad in clothes somewhat anachronistic.
"Long time no see," he notes, and it is somewhat true. Work with the Initiative keeps him busy, and being seen with members of Spectre too frequently wouldn't help his case. Not that everyone was aware the cyborg seated across from him was a secret weapon of a cult, but one could never be too careful.
There are dark circles under his eyes. Something's been keeping him up for days, leaving strings of nightmares in its wake. S-K43 |
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Post by S-K43 on May 30, 2016 5:23:46 GMT
"Hm." No volume of novels, from the philosophical to the mundane, would ever make her good at small talk. She watches as he sits across from her, blinking once at his obvious exhaustion.
It's not usually her assignment to do this. Wildfire's moods are dependable, for the most part, and something this severe has only happened once before -- and, that time, Abyssinian had been the one to deal with it.
(... Actually, most times, it's the fae's job to lift the man's spirits.)
But the other experiment is occupied, so saving New York City seems to have fallen on her shoulders.
Skae pushes the box toward him. "Open." wildfire |
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Post by wildfire on May 31, 2016 3:52:50 GMT
"Open?" While it isn't possible to tell what is inside the box, it is decorated with what appears to be the logo of the cafe. He doesn't waste time opening its lid, because even if Skae had all the patience in the world, she likely had more important things to do than say hello to him.
Nestled within the box is a small, tiramisu cake dusted with cocoa powder and red marzipan flowers.
It's difficult for Ordric not to smile, partially because he isn't sure how she knew tiramisu was his favorite cake, but also because it was somewhat entertaining imagining the stoic cyborg poring over decorated cakes. "How did you know?" he asks her. It is a dual question, because he doesn't think he's ever told Skae what his preferred cake flavor was, nor did he know how she'd known the cause of said traffic jam.
The cars outside the cafe are now rolling along at a comfortable rate as opposed to crawling along at a painful speed.
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Post by S-K43 on May 31, 2016 5:57:12 GMT
Skae doesn't feel, not really -- it's not something she's ever had the luxury of doing, and certainly not something she's ever deemed necessary. So, when Ordric Wildfire opens the box to reveal a cake and she begins to hear the slow rise of moving vehicles, she's not happy.
But she is a little content.
The woman blinks slowly at the man, the closest she can come to raising an eyebrow. "They told me." Skae doesn't say who, or what she was told; he can figure that for himself.
Instead, she says, "Why?"
(He can figure that one out, too.) wildfire |
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Post by wildfire on Jun 1, 2016 3:34:42 GMT
While it was true that Skae towered over Ordric, it was also difficult not to forget that many would consider her more machine than human.
Technology had come a long way. Then again, machines were never built without a purpose, so maybe they were all machines.
It likely hadn't been Aegis who knew Ordric's favorite kind of cake off the top of his head, nor any of their handlers. K'shiel, though, K'shiel would probably know.
"I guess I didn't think anyone would --" Care, really. But that was a silly statement with a rhetorical answer. So instead, he adds, "Remember. I didn't think anyone would remember."
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