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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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With a soft grunt of approval, Blaze lets Angel enjoy her well-deserved thanks for a minute (maybe she'll finally get used to expecting as well as giving respect), and heads over to the nearest cluster of vending machines. They're kind of busted for some reason and it's going to take a minute to wrestle a base-model PINpoint out of one without causing more damage. She already said Johnny needed one, so why wait around? This way she can program in their comm code up front.
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She looks to Blaze for help, perhaps on what she should do but the Exo has moved off to a machine.
"It...I..." The demon fumbles over her words. "You are welcome." She manages finally, trying to reassure him that there is no debt to be repaid.
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"Blaze?" He calls out. "What are you up to over there?"
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I'd better go help...""Trying to get my hands on a PINpoint- looks like someone stuffed this thing with feathers." Why would anyone do that? It's perplexing. The Titan already has the front panel off and the machine tipped back to scrutinize the insides. This is not an uninhabited place; she can't just crack the whole thing open. In the end though, it just takes a bit of determined shaking to bring one of the little gadgets clattering down where she can grab it.
"Here, I've got it." She'll key in a few details, then toss it to Johnny once close enough.
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She's much relieved when Blaze manages to get one of the item she's searching for.
Her gaze moves back to Alpha once he's obtained the item.
"If Blaze wills it, I will come to her side. Otherwise, I spend much of my time in the Wilds with those i know there." She looks back to her Master, once more composed. "Is there anything else you would ask of me?"
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"And I guess even this place isn't immune to pranks." The sight of Blaze vigorously shaking a vending machine with all of her augmented strength is too funny not to commit to memory. He catches the small device easily enough, turning it over in his hand. It looks suspiciously similar to a data-pad, one that he kept for updated bounty information. He plucks a single feather out from where it was trapped under a button, and flicks it away.
Hmm. The controls are familiar enough to navigate, and he finds out how to power it on and off fast enough, thumbing at it with one finger. He notices a contact in it already, by the name of Blaze. "Nice. Thanks. You put your details in it already?"
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"Easiest way to find us," she confirms. "We don't, uh, hang around as often these days." Which isn't very helpful for Angel, it's true. Blaze really doesn't grasp how much waiting her friend does around here. Speaking of which...
"I think that's everything. Thanks for the assist, Angel. Hope we didn't interrupt anything." She looks between Angel and Johnny, Ghost returning to her shoulder. "I should get back on patrol, if you're good to go from here." Directed at both of them, because they sure seem to be making friends and this is only to be encouraged.
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Nothing to interrupt really. She and Jesse are rarely in the Nexus and even more rarely ask for her. Angel knows she should be honored to have so easy a task with her masters. But a tool not having a use sits and collects dust.
Perhaps she will check in on the Knaves and see to it they are fed. Winter is lingering yet and they have had much trouble getting enough to eat. She is lucky that she seems to draw power from Jesse and Blaze even when they are not in the Nexus.
"Be safe, Blaze. You may call on me whenever you need, no matter what world you are on." Please...
To Alpha she gives a bow, wings folding forward and hiding her face from sight.
"You are a friend of Blaze. I am gratified to have been able to help you." She straightens again and hesitates rather than leaving just yet. Maybe it would be better for Angel to watch Blaze leave first, to make sure there is nothing more she can do.
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To Blaze and Ghost, he hesitates. He's not sure how to begin to show his gratitude for all their help getting him set up on his feet. Just before she goes, he catches her elbow. "Thanks. Both you and Ghost. You didn't have to do what you did. But I appreciate it all the same. You're - good, in a way most people aren't. I'll be in touch." He's sure they get what he means. And with that, he salutes them smartly. It won't be the last time they meet, he's sure of it.
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"Plenty of people would've done the same. But I'm glad we could help." She lifts a hand to return the salute, though; Ghost bobs in agreement at her side. "Until next time, Johnny. Stay safe out there."