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 Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 8:18 pm
Her mirror was the same, and thank all that was holy for that; it meant that when Al-Janah came through, the only thing that had changed was the scattering of beauty supplies in front of it, the handful of things that he knocked off the shelf and onto the ground, one bottle of something [toothpaste, alas] falling into the toilet. "Oops." It was soft, a whisper, Al-Janah freezing in the center of her bathroom to listen for signs of Quinn in her house. Out of uniform, just now, he looked scraggly and worn out, in battered clothes that fit him just a bit too loosely. In uniform, in contrast, he looked surprisingly different: the signs of his new rank clearly on display. Usually this would be when he powered down, shifting back to clever t-shirts and battered jeans, but considering his appearance -- he was Al-Janah, for now. Al-Janah with just a hint of red stubble along his jaw, and with some shadows under his eyes. Al-Janah with his hair a bit limper than usual. Al-Janah frozen, quiet, and suddenly regretting his decision to come here.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 12:26 pm
Cutting her patrol short, Leto slipped through the full-length mirror in her bedroom. As she was miliseconds away from powering down, she felt the familiar power signature of a Dark Mirror Senshi. In her apartment. Was Navi home? Why the hell would she be powered up? Leto slipped out of her room, into the hallway and raised an eyebrow as it became evident that the DMC Senshi was very clearly in the bathroom. How... Incredibly odd. Shrugging her shoulders, her fuku disappeared as if she was shrugging off of a coat. With her hair still up in a very messy ponytail (when was the last time she got a haircut?) and her jeans torn with a baggy hoodie on top (let's face it, Quinn looked like hell more often than not these days), she moved towards the bathroom, leaning around to peak through the doorway- just in case someone wasn't decent and forgot to close the door. Her eyes widened at the familiar (sort of) limp red mohawk. The colors of a Senshi that she hadn't seen in, well, she couldn't remember how long. "Veer?" Now was not the time for formalities and Senshi names.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 12:34 pm
"I knocked something in the toilet." It was, all things considered, a pretty lame greeting; came with a faint gesture of one hand toward whatever had fallen, to the scattered belongings across her counter, before it slid back up into her hair. Al-Janah cleared his throat, blinking at her for another moment, and then all at once gave up.
Power down into civvies. Battered t-shirt and pants so shredded at the knee it was a miracle that they held together. And he most definitely needed a shower, right now, needed along one, and maybe to sprawl out somewhere and sleep. Out of uniform, the bags under his eyes were really heavy.
"Uh. But at least your mirror's the same..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 2:01 pm
"You... What? Wait... What?" Quinn was dumbfounded, to say the least. She hadn't seen him in what felt like forever and... He dropped something in her toilet? That was it? She just sort of stared at him in complete silence for a few very long seconds. Finally, her eyes glanced for a quick second at the mess that he made on her counter, then down at the toilet. When her gaze set back upon him, he was powered down. She very obviously looked him up and down a few times before finally stepping into the bathroom. Her eyes narrowed as she peered at him, a deep frown setting on her face. "Where the ******** have you been? What happened to you? How long have you been back? You look ******** awful. Are you okay?" Let the game of 100 questions begin.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 8:32 pm
Most of them, at least, slipped off of hm; his eyes flicking off of her and away as he settled back, slowly, against the sink. So many questions out of her meant that he could pick and choose what he answered -- toying with answers, a hand in his hair, trying to think of something apropriate to give her in return.
"CIA recruiters knocked me in a van and took me off to do secret coding projects." There was just a faint, dry edge to it -- a shift in his posture and a slight roll of his eyes, that rang false. A lie, most likely, considering how ridiculous it was, but it was at least followed up with some truth.
"...my apartment's all cleared out, rented to some new jackass who wasn't amused when I came in, so I'm chilling at the community center, and have been for about a week." He hesitated, shifted, looking up at her hopefully. "I don't guess you got my computer? Or someone did? Maybe?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 6:34 am
"So you're not gonna tell me, then," she said with a bit of an angry edge to her voice. "You've been gone for months. Of course your s**t was cleared out." Quinn rolled her eyes at him, when he asked about his computer. Months away and his biggest concern was where his toys went. "I have some of your stuff, the important things at least. Robbery is easy when you can walk through mirrors." She flashed a grin at him before she fell silent for another moment while she thought things over. "You can stay here. I'm obviously not going to let you stay at the community center." It was hard to stay mad at someone that looked as shitty as he did, really. With a sigh, she finally conceded. "Take a shower. I'll go order a pizza, you look like you haven't eaten in a million years. Nothing's changed around here, you know where everything is. Make yourself at home... We'll figure your s**t out. And if you're not okay, you better ******** tell me or I'll kick your a**. Just because you suddenly went Super doesn't mean s**t." Quinn winked at him before turning and leaving him to himself in the bathroom, to meet him in the living room when he wasn't a stinky mess.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 2:13 pm
Quinn was -- volatile. Volatile to a degree that he'd kind of forgotten about. Left alone in the bathroom, Veer stood baffled for a moment, scratching at his forehead and turning a look around the place, before he just gave up. She'd said to take the shower, and he couldn't even exactly remember how long since his last real one. A week anyway, maybe a bit more.
She'd hear the water running, and soon, Veer racing to scrub away the worst of it. And he'd come out smelling like whatever soap she used, whatever shampoo, sweeter than his usual sandalwood and old spice. His clothes were still on the bathroom floor, which meant mostly he was clinging to one of her towels. There was just a scattering of bruises across his ribs.
"...uh." He hesitated in the living room doorway, looking her over and drawing back on some of his old confidence to lean against the doorframe, head cocked. The effect somewhat ruined by the wet hair sticking to his face. "Did you get any of my clothes?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 2:34 pm
Quinn was pretty sure that her personality flip-flopped more often now-a-days than it ever had before. With Ares nearly being non-existent, things were... Difficult. Stressful. Then there was her civilian life, which lately seemed more disastrous than her powered one.
When he finally emerged from the bathroom towel-clad, her old familiar grin was instantly splayed across her face. "You've only been in my place for a few minutes and I've already got you without your clothes on?," she teased. Shaking her head, her unruly hair moving in every direction, she added, "There's a box on the floor in my room."
"Y'know, you left a lot of stuff behind for someone that was gone 6 months," she called after him when he disappeared into her room, trying to sneakily pry information out of him. Unfortunately for her (but fortunate for him), she had realized that she actually disappeared first, which had put the fire out and subdued the anger in her awfully quickly.
"And you've been back for a week and just now you decided to come see me?," she added, trying desperately not to be obvious that she was at all hurt that he had waited for any length of time.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 2:51 pm
There was a moment of silence before his voice floated out to her, disembodied and hard to read. "You seemed busy."
Let her chew on that while he got dressed; let her think about how he could know that she'd been busy, and what the slight edge to his tone might mean. Let her wonder how he meant she'd been busy.
She had been the one to disappear first, and not that long after they'd started dating. He wouldn't bring it up.
He reappeared in old clothes that fit just a little loosely, with his hair still wet. The color was mostly faded out, the sides shaggy, his eyes tired and a bit distracted as he looked her over. "Can I raid your kitchen?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 3:05 pm
You seemed busy.
Quinn's eyebrows furrowed while she stewed over that, Veer silent in the other room. What did he mean, she seemed busy? Had he talked to someone else in the Dark Mirror Court about Ares not being around and Leto being busier? Or did he mean she, as Quinn, seemed busy? How would he know that she was busy? Did he mean with Kess? Axel?
When he reappeared fully clothed, she turned to him with a huff. "Go ahead," she answered first, nodding at the kitchen; then added "What was that supposed to mean? That I seemed busy?"
She watched him as he rummaged through her kitchen. "Have you been following me?" Suddenly, she was on the defensive. "You left. For months. Half of a year! I thought you were dead." She turned away from him and flicked on the tv. "So of course I was busy," she muttered.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 3:48 pm
Some kind of meat was what he wanted: heavy protein, leftover Chinese food, but maybe that was being optimistic. Veer crouched by the fridge and went through everything, in a methodical, obsessive sort of way. Opening up tupperware and boxes and smelling the contents and replacing them until he found something at least somewhat acceptable.
Then it was a matter of hunting through her drawers for silverware, strangely quiet, not half as flip as he'd been. Thinking about it, perhaps. God willing, eventually he'd stop doing that again.
He ate the food cold, standing, considering her. "What if I was dead. Zombie-ism is an inevitability."
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 4:10 pm
Silence loomed over them as he moved through the kitchen. If only he could see the over-exaggerated roll of her eyes as he mentioned being a zombie.
"I'm pretty sure if you were a zombie, you would've attempted to eat me rather than whatever is in my fridge," she said matter-of-factly. "Smartass," she added, under her breath.
"You're avoiding my question. All of my questions, actually. Were you following me? Why would I be too busy to know that my boy--" she stopped and corrected herself "--my friend, my teammate, was in-fact alive?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 4:27 pm
He popped another bite of food into his mouth, watching her seriously -- and, wisely, not getting within arm's reach. Maybe she would have grabbed him into a bear hug. Maybe she would have smacked him a good one up the face. Or, maybe, it was a bit of both...
Actually, might be worth it. Slowly, he eased over to stand in front of her, both eyebrows raised. "Well, now you know."
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 4:35 pm
God damn was this ever getting frustrating. Her hands went up to rub her face as she sighed, shaking her head. "You're going to make me ******** crazy."
He must have been doing this on purpose. Was he trying to get under her skin?
When he moved in front of her, she pushed herself off of the couch. Quinn stared up at him, now standing only a few inches away from each other. She forgot how much taller than her he was. Her lips pursed and her peered at him suspiciously.
"I'm glad you're not dead. Or a zombie. But this whole avoiding me for a week and now not answering my questions bullshit? That I'm not so glad about." Her hands balled to fists at her side as Quinn tried to tame her temper.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 4:51 pm
It was a good point. Veer thought about it, still working on the food, staring down at her with his expression softened, just a bit. Maybe she'd be able to read in it the fact that he really, genuinely, didn't want to talk about it. And part of him wanted to reach out and touch her, strangely, just to make sure she was real --
"You pissed?" It came with a breath of hesitation behind it, his head tilted to the side and fingers curled around his tupperware. "If you're pissed, I could go out and do a bit of violence."
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