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nexus_crossings2018-12-31 12:08 pm
outpostcook) wrote in nexus_crossings2018-12-31 12:08 pm
The Calm Before The Storm
Something's been bothering Kinner. There's a visible unhappiness in the little cook's expression, even beyond his usual gruff attitude. He sits in the Plaza, thinking, for once not manning his fish shop. He's going after the Thing soon, and he's not completely sure what to make of that. He knows exactly how dangerous the alien is. Even if the Thing where he'll be going isn't exactly the same creature, it's close enough. In some ways, it sounds even worse. But he can't give up with lives on the line.
He's got a better idea of what to expect than most, but that's a small comfort. After all, the Thing incapacitated and devoured Kinner alive, without much of a fight. This time he'll be better armed and better prepared, but still. He's not exactly thrilled about facing the creature, even with help. And, he realizes with a hint of sickness, he'll be putting his new friends in danger, too.
Kinner, when push comes to shove, isn't scared to look death in the face, and it's Palmer's world, but it's everyone else he's afraid for. Horvath. Alex. Blaze and Ghost. Prometheus. Cricket. Cricket most of all, since the others have magic or other quirks to protect them. Cricket doesn't. Kinner would rather he die than Cricket.
At the very least, he won't make an easy meal this time.
"Have you ever had somethin' you didn't want to do," he finally asks, voice trembling a little, "but you had to do it anyway? Were you scared?"
He's got a better idea of what to expect than most, but that's a small comfort. After all, the Thing incapacitated and devoured Kinner alive, without much of a fight. This time he'll be better armed and better prepared, but still. He's not exactly thrilled about facing the creature, even with help. And, he realizes with a hint of sickness, he'll be putting his new friends in danger, too.
Kinner, when push comes to shove, isn't scared to look death in the face, and it's Palmer's world, but it's everyone else he's afraid for. Horvath. Alex. Blaze and Ghost. Prometheus. Cricket. Cricket most of all, since the others have magic or other quirks to protect them. Cricket doesn't. Kinner would rather he die than Cricket.
At the very least, he won't make an easy meal this time.
"Have you ever had somethin' you didn't want to do," he finally asks, voice trembling a little, "but you had to do it anyway? Were you scared?"
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She smiles a bit more at that reaction, "Ah, yes sorry I couldn't catch ya a bit earlier." She murmurs half apologetic. She did do her darnest to be punctual un-fortunately it didn't always work out that way. "You're most welcome." She replies brightly and sincere. Her eyebrows go up not expecting that, but it's still very much appreciated. "That's ahem very kind of you." She murmurs sputtering slightly a bit taken aback. "Thank ya, Kinner." She murmurs and turns it so it can see the folded knitwear.
"It's called a Fisherman's sweater." She informs him warmly as she offers it toward him, the cable work design right side up.