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savetheearth2013-12-06 07:02 pm
dominateartimus) wrote in savetheearth2013-12-06 07:02 pm
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[Closed] Help me understand why you've given in to all these reckless, dark desires.
Who: Nick Burkhardt & Xander Jarle
Where: Briefly at the police station and then to Nick's apartment
When: December 6th, evening
What: After seeing a particular post involving the cops on the network, Xander goes to talk to Nick about his knowledge of the situation and check up on him.
Once Xander was finished with work for the day at the grocery store, he made a detour from his usual route home to locate the police department. He was taking a giant gamble by heading towards one of the enemy's headquarters, but he needed to get in to contact with Nick. Sure, he could have contacted the homicide detective by other means, but there was still a chance that his messages would go ignored. He knew how hard Nick would work and after encountering each other back in October made things a lot more complicated than it should have. That fear of being arrested still lingered in his mind as he walked, even with Nick's warning about not to trust him.
With an agitated sigh, he tries his best to push those thoughts aside as he spots the building a few blocks ahead. He had considered the thought of just walking up to the station and ask for Nick like a normal human being, but he couldn't think of a good cover story for why he was waiting and lying to the cops would never end well. Instead, he turns down a side-street, making sure the coast is clear before merging with his own shadow against the wall with his things. He debated between his options, stick to the roofs and shady areas or risk exposure by using his teleport ability that he hasn't quite mastered yet. Then again, he didn't know if the modified police could detect him from the shadows or pick up the faint traces of cigarettes and two male cats if he was to linger by the doors. Before he could even think of the possibilities of failure, he was off.
Much to his surprise, he was able to travel across the ground with little difficulty; easily dodging feet and tires as they approached. There were no slip ups with him teleporting to a different spot without meaning to and he hoped that not many people noticed his small form as he moved to shadows that were out of reach. He found a spot under a car and against a tire, allowing him to see the police station's doorway. Now, all he could do is wait for Nick to show up.
Where: Briefly at the police station and then to Nick's apartment
When: December 6th, evening
What: After seeing a particular post involving the cops on the network, Xander goes to talk to Nick about his knowledge of the situation and check up on him.
Once Xander was finished with work for the day at the grocery store, he made a detour from his usual route home to locate the police department. He was taking a giant gamble by heading towards one of the enemy's headquarters, but he needed to get in to contact with Nick. Sure, he could have contacted the homicide detective by other means, but there was still a chance that his messages would go ignored. He knew how hard Nick would work and after encountering each other back in October made things a lot more complicated than it should have. That fear of being arrested still lingered in his mind as he walked, even with Nick's warning about not to trust him.
With an agitated sigh, he tries his best to push those thoughts aside as he spots the building a few blocks ahead. He had considered the thought of just walking up to the station and ask for Nick like a normal human being, but he couldn't think of a good cover story for why he was waiting and lying to the cops would never end well. Instead, he turns down a side-street, making sure the coast is clear before merging with his own shadow against the wall with his things. He debated between his options, stick to the roofs and shady areas or risk exposure by using his teleport ability that he hasn't quite mastered yet. Then again, he didn't know if the modified police could detect him from the shadows or pick up the faint traces of cigarettes and two male cats if he was to linger by the doors. Before he could even think of the possibilities of failure, he was off.
Much to his surprise, he was able to travel across the ground with little difficulty; easily dodging feet and tires as they approached. There were no slip ups with him teleporting to a different spot without meaning to and he hoped that not many people noticed his small form as he moved to shadows that were out of reach. He found a spot under a car and against a tire, allowing him to see the police station's doorway. Now, all he could do is wait for Nick to show up.
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"That's good." He starts before realizing what he said and quickly corrects himself, "I mean about you not being any different than what you are. ...I can't say the same for the 'volunteers'."
His lips shift in to a frown as he exhales, adjusting his weight from one foot to the other. There was an internal debate going on inside of his head regarding a little tidbit of information he got from a 'pulse' and how to address Ray's present predicament.
After a moment of silence, he speaks up. "What they're becoming... I've seen it before -- not me specifically, but the other me. He's seen this before and it's not good, Nick."
There was a flash of concern in his blue eyes again before his gaze lowers to the floor with a slightly pained expression and balled his fists. He could only assume that the process was torturous, handled similarly to the actual torture that his other self endured with a voice that sounded exactly like his twin brother. He tried his best to push that memory away and the guilt tied to it, not wanting to dwell on it in front of Nick.