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nexus_crossings2017-01-21 12:30 pm
strontiumdog) wrote in nexus_crossings2017-01-21 12:30 pm
Strange Awakening
He was supposed to be dead. Not wherever he is now.
Not even moments ago he was on a hopeless mission, standing in the ruins of the parliamentary chambers surrounded by dead guards and the quailing politicians who'd spent years spitting and stamping on people like him. In his hand, he clutched the explosive that would bring the whole corrupt system crashing down on all of them.
He knew he was on a suicide mission from the instant the tide of battle turned against his forces and had no choice but to turn to panicked flight into the countryside. But he'd stayed. Despite the danger, the scattered executions and volleys of gunfire echoing across the field, it was his only chance. They were so close, and they would never get this opportunity ever again. This all had to be for something.
He had glared at the chamber with his white eyes, one hand still on his blaster. Wounded, vicious, victorious - He'd clicked it, and then... nothing.
Or it should have been.
He felt the wave of fire flash up his arm, then was left blinking and disorientated when he found himself lying on the edge of a small pond, waves lapping gently at his wounds. And more importantly, alive.
He stared at his hands, and then his surroundings. Just a quiet copse of trees, birds chirping sweetly around him. No stench of smoke and blood in the distance. Just a peaceful, forest setting. There was even a picturesque cobblestone path set into the ground, winding its way into the distance. Climbing painfully to his feet, completely lost for words, he only managed to whisper out -
"What the sneck is going on?"
Not even moments ago he was on a hopeless mission, standing in the ruins of the parliamentary chambers surrounded by dead guards and the quailing politicians who'd spent years spitting and stamping on people like him. In his hand, he clutched the explosive that would bring the whole corrupt system crashing down on all of them.
He knew he was on a suicide mission from the instant the tide of battle turned against his forces and had no choice but to turn to panicked flight into the countryside. But he'd stayed. Despite the danger, the scattered executions and volleys of gunfire echoing across the field, it was his only chance. They were so close, and they would never get this opportunity ever again. This all had to be for something.
He had glared at the chamber with his white eyes, one hand still on his blaster. Wounded, vicious, victorious - He'd clicked it, and then... nothing.
Or it should have been.
He felt the wave of fire flash up his arm, then was left blinking and disorientated when he found himself lying on the edge of a small pond, waves lapping gently at his wounds. And more importantly, alive.
He stared at his hands, and then his surroundings. Just a quiet copse of trees, birds chirping sweetly around him. No stench of smoke and blood in the distance. Just a peaceful, forest setting. There was even a picturesque cobblestone path set into the ground, winding its way into the distance. Climbing painfully to his feet, completely lost for words, he only managed to whisper out -
"What the sneck is going on?"
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"The weather is something I could get used to. I'm more used to plains and prairies myself." Johnny shrugs his shoulders. "It's nice though. Different. Maybe when I get settled here, I can buy you a drink. It's the least I can do after all this."
He looks at the storefronts, evaluating his options. The bar or club looks promising. Even if there aren't any bounties here, he'll make for an overqualified bouncer at the very least. Or he could learn something new. That would be nice, a marked change from the rest of his skillset. But once he gets set up, then he can start thinking about that cabin in the woods. "Thanks for the tip. I'm sure I can work something out." Sensing their time together coming to an end, he takes a second to look at Reynard as sincerely as he can and sticks out his hand. "Thanks. For everything. For helping me along on my second chance. If you ever need anything, I'll be there for you." It's not a promise that Johnny makes lightly.
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Reynard waits patiently, watching his new acquaintance take in his surroundings while the spirit takes in what he can of Johnny. The eyes are different, and the man has certainly been through a rough time, or several. The life of a criminal, the life of violence, the life of trial after trial... he can understand, as a mortal and a spirit.
The offer of a hand gets a raised eyebrow, but ultimately Reynard takes it to give it a shake. His hands are burning cold to the touch, like ice straight from the Arctic. "You're welcome. If you need me, look around. I'm here a lot these days."
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He looks at Reynard with something approaching respect, but not quite. Someplace in-between hurt and caution. He nods curtly one last time, and steps back. "I'll see you around then, Reynard. Offer still stands." And with that, he sets off on his own, disappearing as a solitary figure through the crowd.