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Quicksilver the Archangel
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 Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2017 10:19 pm
Sekani wasn’t wrong. They were, sort of, human. Krishna hadn’t had too much of a chance to see exactly what they could do or how long it might take for them to wear themselves out… but they were not invincible and they did eventually tire. If they did not, then he would have encountered his double for a second time long before now. This information he did not share because it would linger too closely to other knowledge that the bluenette didn’t need to know.
He caught the student’s gaze and held it with his own. He wasn’t quite sure what Sekani wanted him to say, so he merely nodded and trusted that his own resolute nature would communicate itself to his companion. He didn’t want to fill the air with chatter--he needed to listen and make sure some sneak attack occurred.
The beating at the back doors of the truck continued, causing the florist’s body to rattle and bang against the doors in response. Yet, so far, no inhuman strength was present. No hands through doors--or even dents that could penetrate to their side. So far, no shattering of glass or desperate dashes to try and secure his date from the enemy. All in all, he had seen far worse while patrolling these streets as Serpentine.
If only it wouldn’t smell like pastries. The cloying sweetness on top of Sekani’s justifiable fear threatened to smother him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2017 10:22 pm
Their silence weighed heavy and hollow against the intermittent slamming of metal and... whatever. Sekani would have welcomed a few words to ease (distract) his thoughts, but that's not how Krishna operated. In the absence of words, he took what Krishna did offer in his strong look and wrapped mentally around that. In its own way, it was comforting that Krishna remained this way, even under the circumstances. He was like a rock. A tall rainbow rock that threw itself when necessary, and that was pretty awesome to have as a friend, really. Sekani could still feel himself tremble now and again against the back of the seat out of fear and left over adrenaline, but it was not out of despair.
Something slapped against the windshield - one of the doubles, he supposed - and sent him skittering away from the seat. He didn't want one of them behind him, but it was a little hard, being surrounded and all. Sekani took a deep, calming breath.
And smelled something delicious.
THE DONUTS.
Purple eyes darted to the side of the van and spotted a small cache of leftovers from the college run. Subconsciously, perhaps this was exactly why he chose this place to seek refuge. A smile crept up and around his face and his pent-up emotions found a new outlet.
In an instant, he was holding a glazed, glistening piece directly to Krishna's face.
"I found berliners!"
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2017 10:26 pm
Krishna pressed his weight against the back doors for a time longer, but with every unsuccessful series of strikes, his confidence grew. They were safe, contained in a metal box that their doubles could not enter. He could not attack, not with Sekani present… but he could think of far worse outcomes. Then, as though summoned by his thoughts, an all too chipper voice filled his ears. Golden eyes considered the pastry offered like a grape plucked from a vine.
He detested pastries, as a general rule, and doughnuts usually had little to offer. A Berliner was one of the more tolerable of the lot… and his tightening stomach reminded him that their recent exertions had used up some amount of his fuel. Not to mention that coffee never went well on an empty stomach. He wouldn’t have to eat the whole thing, he was sure. Probably Sekani was just trying to show his appreciation. With these thoughts in mind, the florist took a bite.
Berliners normally had a light dusting of powdered sugar, but this one… it was coated in the same sugary glaze of a normal doughnut. It cracked under his teeth and clung to his lips like chapped skin. The thick jelly that oozed in was not something with any tart to cut through. No, lemon or blood orange would be a godsend compared to the macerated strawberry jam that threatened to choke him with its cloying taste.
With no regard for his companion, he turned his head and spat the offending pastry onto the floor of the truck. He wanted to wipe the crust from his mouth, but he could see no napkin near and he certainly wasn’t going to ruin his sweater. Disgust curled in the words that followed, not so much a request as a demand, “Coffee. Black."
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2017 10:28 pm
Initially, Sekani was quite pleased with himself. They were in a special combination of the worst and the weirdest situation and so far no one had been attacked with a ball (specifically). Surely, Krishna would still want to hang out after this - it wasn't really Sekani's fault, after all. And, when death seemed off of the table for the moment, he had found food. The night had turned into a regular camp out. Hopefully, the donut shop proper wouldn't throw out his books long left splayed out on the table. Hopefully, someone was calling the police, too. This neighborhood wasn't that bad.
However, the cat quickly lost the cream. Krishna's face twisted unpleasantly at the taste, followed immediately by expelling the offending pastry. Well, damn.
"Sure," Sekani said, momentarily kowtowed by the unexpected reaction. Giving a cocked look to the bleeding berliner, he wondered if it had gone bad. A light sniff revealed nothing - it refused to give away its insidious plan. He spent the short shuffle to the portable coffee machine trying to puzzle it out, and continued as he got the thing going. He had seen it in operation enough times that popping in a one-cup wasn't difficult at all. Not that inserting plain, black grounds would have been much more complicated. Sekani ate the remains of the berliner, choosing to see if it was gross on his own rather than bug his friend over it. The delicious sticky-sweetness of the strawberries bloomed in his mouth. Hm. The coffee maker twittered away at its task, punctuated more and more rarely by muffled thuds and echoing slams against the van.
"Don't like sweet things?" he asked with a lopsided smile, grabbing some napkins in the meantime. "You could have said something."
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2017 10:29 pm
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