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capeandcowllogs2012-12-02 01:13 pm
hellionated) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-12-02 01:13 pm
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Keep on Healing
WHO: Julian Keller and Max Gibson.
WHERE: A bar in the City.
WHEN: Backdated to shortly after Rapunzel healed Julian's arms.
WARNINGS: Probably none. Will edit if required!
SUMMARY: Rapunzel's healing powers gave Julian back his hands. He and Max are going out to celebrate.
FORMAT: However you like.
Julian had spent a long time without his hands. It probably felt longer than it had really been, and his timeline was confused anyway. He had memories of a full three years without them, three years which never really happened because they were part of a pocket dimension that didn't really exist. Then there were the months at home, combined with six months in the City, and...yeah. That part was weird. But it had been a long time, and because of that he could barely believe it was over. Rapunzel had taken a few minutes to heal him, to regrow the arms he thought he'd lost forever, and now...
He was still kind of in shock. He'd told Max that he was going to ask, and after the healing worked, he'd contacted her to say so. They'd agreed to meet at a bar he'd gone into once or twice when he'd first arrived here. It had been a while since he'd been back, mainly because hanging out in places full of strangers wasn't a thing he'd tended to do very much when he had no hands. For all that he talked about how mutants, ImPorts, and anyone else should be proud to be different, proud to be better, he'd hated the stares he got from strangers while his hands were gone. Nothing about that attention had made him feel better than anyone. He'd just felt like a freak, plain and simple, and he hadn't wanted to give anyone the opportunity to to pity him. He didn't want to be a spectacle for anyone, not for something like this.
That was why he'd suggested meeting Max here. She'd asked him about celebrating, and doing this was the first thing he thought of. It felt like leaving all those months of hating how he looked behind. He could be himself again. Besides, he still knew the guy who worked the door. His fake I.D. wouldn't be a problem here.
He went there directly after texting Max. He'd sucked at the whole typing words thing. He put his comm away and found the place easily enough. After he caught up with the bouncer he knew, he waited by the door for Max to show.
WHERE: A bar in the City.
WHEN: Backdated to shortly after Rapunzel healed Julian's arms.
WARNINGS: Probably none. Will edit if required!
SUMMARY: Rapunzel's healing powers gave Julian back his hands. He and Max are going out to celebrate.
FORMAT: However you like.
Julian had spent a long time without his hands. It probably felt longer than it had really been, and his timeline was confused anyway. He had memories of a full three years without them, three years which never really happened because they were part of a pocket dimension that didn't really exist. Then there were the months at home, combined with six months in the City, and...yeah. That part was weird. But it had been a long time, and because of that he could barely believe it was over. Rapunzel had taken a few minutes to heal him, to regrow the arms he thought he'd lost forever, and now...
He was still kind of in shock. He'd told Max that he was going to ask, and after the healing worked, he'd contacted her to say so. They'd agreed to meet at a bar he'd gone into once or twice when he'd first arrived here. It had been a while since he'd been back, mainly because hanging out in places full of strangers wasn't a thing he'd tended to do very much when he had no hands. For all that he talked about how mutants, ImPorts, and anyone else should be proud to be different, proud to be better, he'd hated the stares he got from strangers while his hands were gone. Nothing about that attention had made him feel better than anyone. He'd just felt like a freak, plain and simple, and he hadn't wanted to give anyone the opportunity to to pity him. He didn't want to be a spectacle for anyone, not for something like this.
That was why he'd suggested meeting Max here. She'd asked him about celebrating, and doing this was the first thing he thought of. It felt like leaving all those months of hating how he looked behind. He could be himself again. Besides, he still knew the guy who worked the door. His fake I.D. wouldn't be a problem here.
He went there directly after texting Max. He'd sucked at the whole typing words thing. He put his comm away and found the place easily enough. After he caught up with the bouncer he knew, he waited by the door for Max to show.
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[ Though it will be soon, once Jenny’s interests turn a little more international… ]
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Does anyone know how the doors work? That's some pretty awesome technology.
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[ That's what he thinks, anyway. When they got stuck on the Falcon, Midnighter had said any teleportation was in Jenny's hands. ]
I don't worry too much about that, so long as they get me where I need to go.
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[ Taking another sip of her drink, grinning at him. ]
You know, I don't think I've ever actually asked what you do.
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I work for Callie. You know, the DOI? Enforcement Division. With Santo.
Good place to work if you like to see things done. I’ve been there almost since I got here. We see eye to eye on the whole Venezuela thing.
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[ Hey she doesn't pay super close attention to the whole network all the time and she hasn't actually hung out with either of them in person much. ]
Making any plans?
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Of course we know each other, we're from the same world. He's a mutant. We trained together, he was on my team. He's... [ A pause, while Julian realizes something. ] ...one of my oldest friends. We don't hang out like we used to is all.
[ He scowls, pushing that thought away and focusing on Max. ]
Plans. Maybe. Look, I know what you said, I know you think I'm being stupid, and it's dangerous, or whatever, and it ain't like you're wrong. I still have to try, Max.
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[ Pushing away the little bit of wistfulness she feels, because sometimes she does really miss Terry. ]
I know you do. And I mean, I couldn't stop you. I just really hope you'll be as careful as possible.
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I know what I’m doing. For once there’s people who agree with me, and we’re taking action. We’ll make plans, we won’t do anything stupid. [ Or at least, he won’t do anything that he thinks is stupid. What anyone else thinks is stupid is a whole other story. ]
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Back up's good. So are plans. You should let me know if I can help - I mean, I'm not a bad hacker at all. I'm actually pretty good. [ Yeah she sort of half trusts that he means it and is half pretty sure that his version of what will constitute as stupid isn't one she would entirely agree with. ]
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So you aren’t gonna tell me it’s a bad idea again. That it’s dangerous.
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I already told you all that stuff, and you promised not to do anything too dangerous. So now I'd like to help make it less dangerous.
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Okay. I'll remember that. I knew we couldn't be the only people who'd want to do something about this.
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I'm City Hall, officially, so any contribution can't be all that out in the open, but yeah. I do want to do something.
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And I don't not trust them as much as I don't agree with them always.
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I can see why other people wouldn't.
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I guess that's fair.
Terry works at City Hall too, I don't get that either.
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Do you care about the actual politics?
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