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 Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 12:37 am
Remarque had plenty on his plate; though he could mark school off on his list of things to keep him busy, he was getting more responsibilities at the antique shop. His home life was another matter entirely, and with a baby due nearly any day now he seemed to find relief in exerting extra energy by taking an hour to do his patrols. He was ready to be available at the drop of a dime, should Raven make the call, but until then…
He had a while to enjoy Destiny City.
So, he was.
Wandering about in the late hour, he hardly cared who saw him; at this point he had nothing to hide and would have welcomed a challenge.
Not that he really ever got any.
But when he wasn't looking for one, it didn't quite matter. Tonight, he wasn't seeking out unruly Senshi or Knights or Negaverse agents, he was just out. The crisp October air was perfect; the summer heat was ebbing but the winter chill had yet to settle in.
Remarque hated winter and nearly welcomed the idea of an infant to tend to if only for the excuse to stay at home in the cold.
…But that was a thought for another night, because the purpose was to enjoy this night, now, while he still had time for himself. His hands were shoved into his pockets as he casually strolled; he didn't just stick to the dark alleyways or abandoned districts.
Tonight, he was almost brazen.
And why shouldn't he have been?
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:39 pm
Naoki had been waiting for something exciting to happen to him. With all the warnings he'd gotten about the dangers of Destiny City, all the hushed whispers of strange goings-on after dark, he'd been waiting for something interesting, something thrilling, something -
But there'd been nothing. Just quiet days and quieter nights, a typical city really. He'd gone on living his life the way he had in any other city, and while he couldn't sit there and claim that any city was boring, it was sort of a disappointment. That was what he got for having such high expectations though. That's why he tried so hard not to go into things with any. But still, he heard about these things so often...
And one night, finally, as he trailed towards Junpei's apartment, sketchbook in hand and enough stowed away in his backpack to see him through to the next day, it happened. There was a man just walking there in the middle of the street, out in the open, in a most elaborate costume with wings hanging from around his waist.
Naoki's eyes, today green thanks to his contacts, widened. Without really missing a beat, he whipped out his notebook and dropped back a short ways, wishing that the man was at least stationary. It would have made it easier... but this would do for now. He opened his sketchbook, a pencil already set inside to part the pages for just such an occasion, and roughly, he began to sketch, catching the brazen lines of the costumed man on paper the best he could.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2015 12:00 am
Remarque did not stand still; instead, he continued on his way, towards the civilian. He had seen movement but didn't regard it with much interest. He had felt no energy signature so didn't feel the need to be on guard. Neither did he feel the need to produce any Mirrorwraiths to drain whatever creature—cat or human or anything pesky—had moved; he'd already sent two bloated wraiths back to Mirrorspace earlier.
He continued his casual walk, almost right past the civilian. If he had been moving or doing something, Remarque might not have stopped.
But out of his peripheral vision, all he saw was him standing still.
So of course, curiosity got to him, and he turned to look.
…And wasn't sure if he liked what he saw. But he watched, for a moment, and then couldn’t stand the silence.
Louder than necessary, and with the pure intent to get attention, he cleared his throat.
"Excuse me," he said, in a way that said he wasn't really asking to be excused, "What are you doing?"
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