♠xxxxx𝓝aтнan 𝓜ercer
𝓝oble 𝓢ecurityxxxxxxxxxx♠
𝓟arasite of endless knowledge and endless possessions comes with a hefty cost.
𝓣ouch enables him to see, All the parts of history.
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Nathan stood nearby his window the heat clung to him and the room felt a bit stuffy though overall he viewed it as a good thing. It was a sign of change and a sign that spring had finally arrived. As he stood there silently contemplating the plans of the day his violet gaze meandered about the room. It had been too early to really determine whether or not it would be a good day, though he held onto hope that it would and if not he would simply make it be. After all when one maintained a positive attitude it would either have to shape up or else he would kill it. A pure logic that he could seem to live by. Nathan still had been in his pajamas which consisted of a pair of navy blue boxer shorts and a white tank top clung to his form though he had seen it unfit to change into his clothes just yet. Gathering his bearings he gripped a nearby clean white towel and wrapping it about his shoulders he left the bulk of it to drape over his chest. The morning, or so the light would indicate, could no longer go by without purpose, for without purpose there is nothing and in keeping to his own strict ideals he persisted in his thought that this would be a busy one. Or so had been the plan. He would only allow himself a break only after he either fulfilled his quota or had worked up a good sweat.
The proud German lowered himself downward toward the floor, his daily work out regimen beginning the very same as it had always been beginning with one-hundred push ups, followed by sit-ups and as many pull-ups he could manage on the make-shift bar which he had hung from the ceiling. As he continued with his work out he found the determination amping up his game and with that he switched to one hand. Something lingered in the back of his mind however and it was something he couldn't quite shake.
“...Achtundneunzig (98 ), Neunundneunzig (99), Einhundert (100)...” he muttered to himself as he shifted his weight and falling into a seated position onto the floor he took a brief moment to wipe his brow. Rethinking this action however he decided a water break had been in order. As he grabbed for a water bottle though he found himself pausing as he studied the quickly diminishing supply and with that a small frown tugged at the corner of his lips. That simply would not do. Crossing the room again in a few swift steps he took a seat in a spot nearby the window though far enough that the sun had yet to reach it where he would continue his routine. As he opened the bottle he eyed it suspiciously though seconds later he downed half of the contents with great ease, wiped his chin dry of any spillage. And everything went rather well up until he touched the towel again for that was when he had suddenly been hit with the strong urge to cook something. Setting his bottle aside he dropped that for now as he began skimming through some of his possessions to cook hopefully an edible breakfast. Evidently his power had not deemed him worthy of that, he would simply not just continue the way he wished and with that he had found himself quite effectively incapacitated as he held close the object which now held his disdain. A small round plate, which had etched on it a row of bright yellow tulips sat on the floor in many pieces as he sunk down to his knees, his eyes blank and he himself rather unresponsive. When his 'ability' would claim him it took him down fast and with no warning. When his 'ability' would calm down enough that he could possibly touch something without being bombarded with memories and visions of the past he would clean that up. Memories tied to that item, whether they were recognizable to himself or not played through his head and for a moment it seemed there was nothing he could do about it. Any other day he would have been able to cope with it, he held a great deal of control and yet every so often it would seem to control him, or compel him even. On those days he deemed this particular ability useless,
Sometime after the visions of a world he had left behind had faded from his view he found himself similarly blinded by the sun. This to him indicated a time of sorts as the sun made it's way through it's stringent cycle. Though the ineffective and sloppy detection methods he used insulted his very senses. This would never appeased him enough, but such was the problem with his broken watch and spending the morning 'watching' instead of cooking. Oh well at least he didn't burn up the makeshift kitchen this time.
Rubbing gingerly the bridge of his nose he paused as for a moment his eyes skimmed the room until they fell upon that of his large feline companion. The longer he looked to her the less annoyed he could feel and to this his expression lightened if even only for a second. Helja had fallen asleep in the most adorable yet awkward positions, her legs crossed daintily as though she were a delicate young woman.
“Guten Morgen, Helja,” Nathan said to the panther causing the cat to stir before fur covered lids slowly parted revealing large golden orbs, their piercing gaze settling onto the man whom had spoken to her. Languidly she lolled about where she flopped onto her back her legs extending outward pushing her large, seven toed, mitt like paws as she clawed longingly at the air, yawning largely and exposing sizable canines before settling in once again.
Indeed it must have felt much like a lazy day for Helja. Nathan knew he would have to take her out at some point to be sure that she could get some exercise; a small hotel room was no place to keep a wild animal pent up after all. Not to mention with his small episode, to which he would rather ignore than to actually heed warning, he knew he would want to bring her along. The world didn't stop just because he was having an off day.
And so after taking the time to clean up, he donned his usual clothing. Appearances were very important to him even while maintaining a casual look. Donning himself with a light gray t-shirt, long but light maroon jacket and long black pants. Knowing it would not be a complete fix he slid on a pair of black leather gloves. The gloves were to ensure that his hands in the least would not come into direct contact and as of now stood to be the only way he knew how to cope.
Signaling toward Helja to follow the panther sprung to action as she stepped to his side.
“Es tut mir leid (I'm sorry). I'm sure we'll even be able to get you something tasty...” he muttered, “I was of no help and now the both of us are still hungry. I will make it up to you, I promise,” he finished as he ran his gloved hand along the back of the panthers head. 'Not to mention, I could really use a smoke about now....' he thought rather than spoke aloud.
Making his way down to the lobby and outside of the building he paused as he took in the rather sunny morning, he found himself intrigued as he had spotted someone else leaving in those very same moments. 'Who is that?' he thought to himself as he straightened his posture, his expression unreadable.
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Location: Northern Hotel > Street just outside Northern Hotel.
With: Helja.
Mood: Calm, professional and curious.
OOC: I really hope this works, I'll change anything
need be, feel free to drop me a message.
OOC: Quoted just in case.
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