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Post by miranda on Jul 21, 2008 19:12:48 GMT -5
"Fine," she said as though disappointed, hiding her smile behind her mug as she finished off the contents.
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Post by Odin on Jul 21, 2008 19:23:13 GMT -5
::Odin smirked, feeling a bit better for now. Conversation did wonders for warding off nightmares.:: "That doesn't mean I won't help you tie someone else up."
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Post by miranda on Jul 21, 2008 19:27:25 GMT -5
Stacy almost choked on her coffee at such a suggestive statement coming out of Odin, at least interpreted that way by her. "Really now?" she asked, lowering her mug.
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Post by Odin on Jul 21, 2008 19:35:20 GMT -5
::The fact that Odin had gotten such a reaction out of her caused him to smirk again. It was something he couldn't help, finding amusement in the reactions other people had to how he spoke. He often gave off such an impression, contrary to how he could be when one got to know him better.:: "What's so surprising about that?"
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Post by miranda on Jul 21, 2008 19:38:09 GMT -5
"Didn't know you were into that kind of thing," she said, watching him closely now as though she was seeing a whole new side to him, a side that suited her very well.
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Post by Odin on Jul 21, 2008 19:46:03 GMT -5
"I'm willing to do a lot to help a friend," ::Odin replied, which sidestepped the matter, neither a confession of bedroom practices, nor a rebuke explaining why he, in fact, couldn't stand the feeling of confinement this past year.:: "After all, if I'm willing to take in a stranger, imagine what I'd do for a friend."
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Post by miranda on Jul 21, 2008 19:50:51 GMT -5
Stacy grinned at the implications of that. "I hope I'm fast becoming your friend then!" she said teasingly.
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Post by Odin on Jul 21, 2008 19:56:21 GMT -5
"So far, so good," ::Odin replied, his smirk became a genuine smile for a moment.::
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Post by miranda on Jul 21, 2008 19:58:10 GMT -5
She laughed at that, entertained by their toing and froing. Her mug was now emptied so she sighed a little, pushing to her feet. "I think I need some more sleep before I go shopping," she said, carrying the mug to the sink.
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Post by Odin on Jul 21, 2008 20:01:13 GMT -5
::Odin had no intention of returning to sleep, but could hardly fault her for wanting more. He saluted her with his coffee mug.:: "I'll be sure not to disturb you when I leave for work."
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Post by miranda on Jul 21, 2008 20:40:59 GMT -5
"Ok," she said as she turned from the worktop, coming past him. "See you later, Odin," she said, gently patting his shoulder as she passed, heading back to her bedroom.
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Post by Odin on Jul 28, 2008 17:22:32 GMT -5
"Goodnight, Stacy," ::Odin bade her. He was slowly getting accustomed to the casual touches, to the point that he didn't tense when she patted his shoulder. Then he was left alone in the kitchen, with his coffee and his thoughts for company.
The dawn had broken, and he had not risen to either refresh his coffee or do something else to bide his time. A voice in his ear, from memory. Munin, his constant companion, whether he wanted it or not.
"Douglas..." That was how he knew it was not just his subconscious mind speaking to him; he despised his human name. He only used it in work affairs with humans, and now that he had steady employment at a mutant-run business, he had stopped using it all together.
Despite knowing better, Odin turned, in case he might catch a glimpse of the person to whom the voice belonged. Of course, he was alone in the kitchen. Stacy had gone to sleep, and nobody else had a key. If he was going to be talked down from a nightmare caused by a memory, it may as well be by a more comforting memory. Seeing nobody, which was what he expected if he were honest with himself, he turned back towards the window.
"If you can't get over it, you should come home."
Home...he didn't have a home, not in the traditional sense. He lived here now, he had traveled for years, and before that, there had been Chicago. But the voice he heard would always view Chicago as home, and wanted him to do so as well. Sentimentalism.
*I'm fine,* His mental voice was not nearly so confident as the words suggested. Fine was an overstatement, as he was medically affected, as had his powers been. He was too young for this, yet too old to be coddled.
"You never were good at lying," and the voice was right. He was better at playing coy than outright lying, and now he couldn't lie at all. Made him all the more malleable. But he didn't want to think about it.
*No, I suppose not.* Odin brought his empty coffee cup to the sink to rinse it, and then looked down. He was presentable for wandering outside, and the dawn had broken; the neighborhood safe enough that he needn't fear muggers. He took his keys and wallet, and then went to the front door. He'd return before work, so he could get his briefcase.
*So, are you coming with me?* Odin asked the voice. No response came forth, but he'd find out one way or the other while he walked the streets of Manhattan.::
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Post by Odin on Aug 9, 2008 21:35:13 GMT -5
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((OOC: This occurs immediately after "Rally for Rights."))
::Odin returned to his apartment soaking wet, shoes and trousers covered in mud, and in an unpleasant mood. He needed a shower, a fresh outfit, and to spend two or three hours commiserating with like-minded men about their future.
He left his shoes by the door, hung up the windbreaker, although he'd need to send it through the laundry later, and went immediately to the shower. Alone in the small room, he undressed, examined his clothing with distaste at the condition, and then stepped into the tub, pulled the door closed behind him. He settled for a cold shower, as there was no way to further upset him, and the heatwave was ongoing; not to mention that heat would remind him of fire at the moment.
The water did little to perk him up, but the overall clean feeling was welcome. Eventually, he rested his head against the glass of the sliding door, as water sprayed along his back. The day had been a disaster. He could already envision the debates on the news stations the following days, the religious right and the conservatives both using it as evidence of the "mutant menace" when it shouldn't be an issue in the first place. Not for the first time today, he wished his mentor were here.
When he felt properly cleansed, he turned off the spray, stepped from the shower, and took a towel. He dried his hair first, then wrapped it around his waist. Glasses slid back over his nose, and he crossed the hall into his bedroom to change. It couldn't be 7:00p.m. quick enough for him.::
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Post by miranda on Aug 9, 2008 21:53:31 GMT -5
Stacy had spent the day lounging around the apartment, having some alone time. That involved an extra long bath and her sprawled over the couch for most of the day watching any TV program she fancied. When Odin came home, she had been in the kitchen getting a drink and came out curiously to find he had gone straight to the bathroom. She pulled a small face at his lack of greeting and went to sit on the couch again. When he finally emerged from the bathroom, she looked up, but he had gone into his bedroom, to change presumably.
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Post by Odin on Aug 9, 2008 21:56:52 GMT -5
::Odin emerged from his bedroom after changing into a fresh everything, wearing a collared shirt with his old logo above his heart. He needn't wear shoes indoors, and he'd find a clean pair before going out. Clean, although not in an appreciatively better mood, he went into the living room and found Stacy there, although he passed her to go to the kitchen. His first act was to find an apple in the refrigerator, as he hadn't eaten anything since coffee this morning, and then joined her, pulled a chair near the sofa.:: "And how was your day?"
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