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WHO: Coat of Arms (
blazons) & Nigel Colbie (
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WHERE: A coffee place near Central Park.
WHEN: After Coat's post.
WARNINGS: Young creepers.
SUMMARY: Intense, obsessed teenagers discussing their passions.
FORMAT: Whatever we want, k.
8:55 PM.
There is a young woman in a thick, dark coat sitting outside of a brightly lit coffee shop just eat of Central Park. She has a serious, but pretty face, and despite the only mildly cool evening, she wears heavy leather gloves. Still, she cradles her coffee cup carefully in her hands, blowing away the steam and pushing ripples across the surface before sipping. Chai, Ghirardelli chocolate, coffee, and milk. It's perfect. She exhales gently.
The weather is nice. Her coffee is warm. It's a good evening to meet and talk.
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WHERE: A coffee place near Central Park.
WHEN: After Coat's post.
WARNINGS: Young creepers.
SUMMARY: Intense, obsessed teenagers discussing their passions.
FORMAT: Whatever we want, k.
8:55 PM.
There is a young woman in a thick, dark coat sitting outside of a brightly lit coffee shop just eat of Central Park. She has a serious, but pretty face, and despite the only mildly cool evening, she wears heavy leather gloves. Still, she cradles her coffee cup carefully in her hands, blowing away the steam and pushing ripples across the surface before sipping. Chai, Ghirardelli chocolate, coffee, and milk. It's perfect. She exhales gently.
The weather is nice. Her coffee is warm. It's a good evening to meet and talk.
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A young man is standing at a nearby crosswalk watching the traffic go by. Even though there's no reason to, he stares into their headlights, taking note of the way the beams leave phosphorescent trails across his vision. It's merely a symptom of ocular fatigue -- he knows this quite well, actually -- but that doesn't stop him being at least mildly entertained by it. At least for a moment.
When the sign at the crosswalk flickers over from red to white, the stranger strides across the painted pedestrian lane towards his destination. Sure enough, a young woman is waiting for him there, a coffee cup nestled in the black leather nest of her hands.
The boy smiles with just his mouth in the beginning. But they have time.
"Coat of Arms?" he asks.
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Her eyelashes bat down once, in a subtle sign of surprise when someone says her name. Coat turns, tilts her head. Ah. A slow, small smile touches her face, and the expression seems almost foreign on her.
"Yes. Hello." A pause. "You're early."
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"I like being punctual," he says and pulls the chair out just far enough for him to sit. He doesn't, however. Simply gestures to it with a hand as if to ask for permission. "You're early as well."
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Only after this ritual does she reply, "I wanted time to think before you came."
A pause, then she gestures at the seat with one gloved hand. "Please."
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He nods, thankfully, and then sits, folding his hands neatly on the tabletop in front of him. "You're a very thoughtful person, aren't you? I can tell, even now, only having just met you."
Nigel's attention drops down to the mug that sits so meticulously arranged in front of her. "Quite a rare breed," he says quietly -- mostly to himself.
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"Thank you," she responds, after a beat or two. Her hands find her coffee cup again. "I came out of rare circumstances."
She stops to sip carefully at her coffee before going on, "You know. Destiny."
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He leans over his hands towards her, his voice dropping low in his throat. There is a sudden playfulness to it that seems almost odd on Nigel. "Destiny. Of course. It's not the sort of thing most others would allow to rule them. But not you."
He leans back again and looks her over another time, then corrects himself: "Not us."
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She too has the shine of obsession in her eyes-- a certain single-mindedness, focus on something that has consumed her existence. And yet, at the same time, Coat possesses all the poise and confidence of someone with a very certain purpose. Her face, her voice show no fear of the future. She has accepted her calling.
"Has destiny given you a mission too?"
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In the end, it doesn't make much difference. Their respective paths have brought them both here, to this very moment. And that -- in and of itself -- is all that matters.
"Yes," Nigel says quietly, nodding. "It has." He raises an expectant eyebrow. "And I do believe when we last spoke you expressed interest in knowing what exactly that mission is, am I correct? Because, despite whatever my companion might think, 'Coat of Arms' -- I must admit that I am rather inclined to tell you. Do you know why?"
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She purses her lips briefly, mildly surprised by the question. Does she know why?
"No," she responds at length. "Tell me why."