I went down to the beach and saw Kiki

[fuelblade.livejournal.com]

WHO: fuelblade, the people from here and MANY MORE!
WHERE: WHEREVER, HE'S ON THE MOVE.
WHEN: A while ago! Yup!
WARNINGS: Nero's colorful mouth? Yeah, maybe.
SUMMARY: Nero is on the process of settling in the MAC, but seeing it's him, he's still very much restless. He still isn't taking the whole "being brought to the City without his girlfriend" well. This means he needs interaction!
FORMAT: Still to be decided?


[The door creaks as it opens and Nero strangely gets a sense of deja vu. Not about the sight in itself, but in the sense that he found himself stepping into a place that would signify a roof over his head, but one that he'd rather live without. Still, survival instincts' force here is strong with this one, so of course he would try out a place that was the most similar to a safe haven in a hostile place.

Not that he would like it, though.

So he stays in the hallway, looking absently at the apartment before him, and he waves his hand dismissively with a sigh.

Maybe he should come back later and cruise around the city some more.]

Comments

[trueltning_fury]

Naturally. This is no toy.

[manly tip of the chin] You must be new here.

[fuelblade.livejournal.com]

[And a manly cross of his arms] What gives it away, the "I don't want to be here" frown or the white hair?

[trueltning_fury]

The blade, actually. [with a tilt of his head] It's not the sort of thing people carry here, unless they've been brought in from another world. You'll get a lot of looks for having it on you in public.

[note, that doesn't stop him. He's still armed and armored, after all]

[fuelblade.livejournal.com]

If that's a warning, it's coming kind of late, pal. Someone asked where the "con" was the first time I got out on the street.

[A jerk of his chin.] You don't seem bothered, though.

[trueltning_fury]

I don't care what people think. [all gruff n' stuff] I have no intention of assimilating into this world no matter how long it keeps me.

[the sliiiightest quirk of humor, a raised eyebrow] ...and there's a tavern down the street that doesn't mind me coming in armed.

[fuelblade.livejournal.com]

[he does not mind that kind of thinking at all. On the contrary] A tavern? And what, they make trigger-happy anonymous reunions or what?

[trueltning_fury]

[sniff] No. They serve decent beer and no one asks questions.

[fuelblade.livejournal.com]

Huh. A place like that should get its name around, though. Sure it's not too crowded?

[trueltning_fury]

Not usually. It seems to attract mainly local working men.

[this is Geddoe: making sure fellow mercs who like to drink find the best bars always]

[fuelblade.livejournal.com]

And no one asks questions about your weapons?

[trueltning_fury]

Not anymore. I got the sense the owner got used to our kind pretty quickly, and didn't care as long as I paid for my drinks.

[the tiiiiiniest smirk] ...though, he warmed up considerably after I once protected his bar from looters. It's about ten minutes from here, straight up and to the left. [have a name that I never bothered to think up]

[fuelblade.livejournal.com]

[He nods.] Thanks. I'll take a look at that place soon enough, I guess. [A glance at his newfound apartment] Not sure I still want to move in there, yet.

[trueltning_fury]

It's not a terrible room. [he turns a shoulder as if to wander off] Well-maintained enough, if a bit spartan. No rats that I've seen.