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 Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 6:45 pm
The message had been simple and pretty to the point, and... maybe totally understandable given the Mars Knight's recent adventures in doing everything with one arm in an sling. It was what lead her to a street out by the park, where a blond haired man in an alarmingly orange and blue leather jacket was tapping on the fence with an gold signet ring, and half turned to raise an arm in greeting as she approached. "No punching please this time either, it's me." His lack of civilian connections of... any kind were starting to be slightly frustrating... and he wasn't sure he wanted to tangle tonight, if only because he had been out of the sling for such a relatively small period of time.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 7:09 pm
Danika had flat-out laughed when she'd gotten the note, and she wasn't even sure if it was more to do with the general content of the message, or the name used on it. Regardless, it'd been the perfect reason to get off her a** and hit the streets as Themiscyra, if only for the easier access to send off messages to try and locate her apparent companion of the evening. And the speed boosts. Can't say no to the speed boosts.
Minus her wandering around trying to pin-point his location, it didn't take her too long to locate the blonde, even if Themiscyra had been a touch hesitant to wander right on over to the--for the moment--stranger. Yet. Just like that. Simple words apparently lifted the glamour, and she was baffled by the switch from "unknown blonde guy" to "Kairatos without being Kairatos." "I can't guarantee I'll keep my fists to myself, but I'll do what I can," she informed him cheekily, powering down as she walked. Roman heeled sandals were replaced by modern--thicker--heels, the toga and leather armor taken over by a white sequence top and dark denim short-shorts--the shirt was longer than the shorts. It was summer, and Danika was as comfortable covering her skin as she was showing it off. Rhinestone bangles chimed on her wrist as she gave him a two-fingered salute, same hand that sported her own silver ring. "Danika Teresi." Her nose scrunched a little as her name rolled off her tongue. "Feels weird only saying that now."
Her eyes flickered over him, and she was in conflict how to take the jacket. "Sorry, required question: where do you shop, boy?" Did he even notice the store names? This was as close to a cardinal sin someone could come with her, so mentally she braced herself to try and let the expected 'no idea' or some such to slide. As it was, he invited her out to rid himself of boredom. Talking shopping probably did the opposite.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 5:08 am
"At the moment..." Xanthus turned around, draping his arms carefully around the iron fence. "At the moment I don't. I'm staying with a friend, she's covering a lot of stuff for me while I sort stuff out. Iris had a possible lead for me to get a job with a family friend but I'm just..." He spread his hands and shrugged at himself. "Being Kairatos is familiar... more or less. Xanthus is weird. Xanthus Goldman by the way. I can power up if you want, I'm just trying to get used to the idea that this is normal still."'
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 2:17 pm
For a moment, Danika's brow furrowed, trying to understand the situation that would require him to crash at a friend's and need a job connection. Till everything clicked into place seconds later, and she gave a simple "Ah" of sympathetic comprehension. Right. Erased memories due to Negaverse-then-Knight stuff. Was it wrong that now and then she forgot? She'd never met him prior to his purifying, it was a side of him she never got to see, and once her initial unease had worn off...
Kairatos was Kairatos to her. Beyond his more insightful input to views on the Negaverse, his old life didn't apply much to her thought process.
Having it all dragged back into the forefront of her mind made her frown, moving over to lean against the metal fence somewhat next to him. She swirled his words around in her head before she crossed her arms and shrugged. "I think it all clicked when you identified yourself. Not sure how, but guess that's all it takes for someone to undo the glamour. Though it was weird to not recognize you, then I could." Her lips pursed as she turned her head to peer at him. "What do you mean being Kairatos is familiar, and Xanthus isn't?" This was all new territory for her, conceptually. Which of course brought up a whole other slew of questions, the least of all being, So why are we not in knight uniforms right now?
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 5:34 pm
"It's just... I remember having powers. Not having them is like walking around in a giant a** winter coat and big stupid mittens you can't pick anything up in, and heavy boots so you're just sort of waddling around going "******** this is stupid and vulnerable"." He gesticulated vaguely and with frustration as he added. "I guess I'm just trying to get my head around it because I know I can't send too much time powered up without causing problems for people I'd rather not." He muttered. "Sorry shoulda given you a heads up. Also I'm not sure my shoulders at 100%." He flexed his arm exerimentaly, as though he didn't quite trust it, though there seemed to be no notable hitches in movement or other signs of strain. "So yeah. Being... Kairatos or having Been Realgar... that's 'me'. Xanthus is still just a borrowed identity." He didn't know how to explain it, and he didn't want to try explaining it to Zia right now, she had enough headaches on her plate right now. He wasn't even sure Themiscara cared that much, but she seemed invested in the idea of there being a Mars knight at all so... Damn he really sort of sucked at doing things that didn't involve punching didn't he?
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 11:54 pm
She laughed. She couldn't help it. It was more of a snicker here and there as he described the sensations--giant a** winter coat.... big stupid mittens... heavy boots.... waddling around. It all hit her with such an amazing mental image that it was impossible to not find humor in it. But she gave him an apologetic look, lips pressed hard together as she peered up at him from a downward-angled tilt of her head. "No no, don't apologize. And I swear it's not that funny but the way you talked about it... sorry."
Taking a breath to cement herself into a more serious mindset, she took a moment to really.... think on it. "You... sound like Kal-el trying to be Clark Kent. Y'know, Superman, trying to contain all his power to look human," she clarified, unsure if he was versed in comic book legends. "Or really, any non-human trying to fit in." Broad spectrum, really. But fitting, given the circumstances. "Each time I power up, I feel... lighter, stronger. Faster, holy ********... so I get how powering down would feel like the reverse if that's your main point of reference." It was.... a strange thing to wrap her brain around, but not a completely alien when she really stopped to consider the points he made. It just took her a few moments to try and realign her thought process to it all. But he was right. He couldn't spend all his time powered--too many people would be focusing in on the power signature, especially for a Knight.
"So why not just give that 'borrowed identity' a hell of a use?"
Perhaps it was easy for her to see such obvious answers, spinning around to face him fully as she leaned again against the fence. It wasn't her body she felt so alien in. Adjusting to Themiscyra had taken time, sure, but in her own head she identified as Danika first and foremost. Still. Similar concept in reverse should apply, right? She grinned, eyes gleaming in the city lights. "If being Xanthus feels so ******** clunky, then you're clearly not doing the right activities to get your mind off the motions and focus on the moments."
Was she invested in having a Mars Knight around? Absolutely. She'd finally found one, and had no interest of letting him vanish back under a rock. Literally or figuratively, in any capacity. She liked hanging around Kairatos though. Themiscyra had been quick to call the other Martian a friend, but why did there have to be a separation between how Themiscyra viewed the other knight, and how Danika viewed the man?
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 6:53 am
"I guess I'm not but I don't know what I can -do-. I kick around half the time trying to keep my giant a** cat from crushing Zia's hell beast puppy, Don't have a job... working on that but it's not easy." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Clark Kent is dead and Superman has no clue how to start over" He knew... Zia... Ellie... and... well now Dani he guessed. That was an impressively short list of people he knew outside of powered identity.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 7:52 am
Danika had to bite her lip again. Hard. All to keep from laughing about a cat trying to squish a puppy. He was talking serious matters and while she was a firm believer that laughter and happy vibes were a number one treatment for any bleak mood... she was trying to. Y'know. Actually be of help here.
She raised a hand and began to tick off fingers, humming before she spoke. "Ok so you're dealing with the job situation--which, really? You need to give yourself more props for. I get the feeling more people might try to stick to the unemployed route just due to the quote-un-quote freedom it'd give their powered sides--or so they claim." Least she could see how much more time she'd have for Themiscyra's business if she wasn't dealing with school and work.
She lifted another finger and tapped it a few times, eyeing him. "I guess we can count cat-sitting and puppy-saving as a hobby, but what else do you like to do? I'm always at the comic book stores, or bent over my work desk making clothes or something when I'm not trying to dust youma." She paused and kept her gaze steady on him as she cocked her head. "Or is that just half the problem right there, when you siad you don't know what you can do?
"Because if that's the case, man, I vote we start you off with learning how to bar hop tonight."
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 4:49 pm
"Yeah you pretty much nailed the problem." He gave her another weary smile. "It's one of the awkward parts, huh? I mean... it's not something that got covered while I was actually powered up. So... uh... sure. Sure bar hopping sounds fine."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 6:51 pm
Was it wrong she was making mental notes for things to cover with anyone else who might purify? These were rather important things to consider after all, if they were going to try to follow the Code and sway to balance back into place. The memory loss was... incredibly significant. Was it different person to person? She'd have to ask around if there was anyone else on their side who'd purified. It would be.... good to know, the extent of the memory wipe.
For now though, she shot him a wide grin, pushing away from the fence with hands clasped behind her back. "We'll start with the easy way to have fun and socialize. Then we'll figure out more s**t to occupy your time with--probably over drinks." She began to wander back towards the rest of the population of the city when she glanced back at him, pausing to pull out her slender wallet and accompanying ID to wave between two fingers at him. "You got one of these?"
It turned out that, in fact, he did. Something that fascinated her immensely--"Woooow. Just like a real person!"--before she lead him to a simple joint to start. Modern pop blared out of hidden speakers, a good sized crowd of college students milling around within. Deciding babying was literally required here, Danika reached for his hand as she grinned to Xanthus. "Not claustrophobic, are you?" Which if he was, meant she'd be diving into the mass of people to grab their drinks.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 3:38 pm
"I am a real person thanks. Just don't ask a lot of questions on how we got it because I'm not sure I even want to know the details." Xanthus snorted, though he quirked a half smile at the teasing. "Not claustrophobic that I've encountered." Nice to be asked though, though honestly it was honestly kind of exhilarating. The music loud and catchy, the jostling energy infectious and a stark change from either fighting or debating dinner and what rerun to watch. "You do this often?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 9:00 pm
Danika merely laughed, eyes narrowing playful as she tsked. "I'm gonna bet the same way most people get their IDs before they're legally twenty-one." Which always had... mixed results. She wasn't going to be taken a closer look at Xanthus' ID any time soon, but hoped for his sake no police officer did either. A policewoman's daughter she might be, but she could recount more than a few tales of her mother's lectures coming after Danika'd been lectured by other officers.
What life was worth living under a rock?
But at least he wasn't claustrophobic. Without further delay, she lead him further into the press of bodies, some with drinks already in hand or on breath, others without. "Yeah!" was the chipper response over her shoulder as she headed towards the bar. "Patrol's great for letting loose steam and other stuff, but nothing beats..." She paused, cocking her head to the side as she hummed. "Well. Hold that thought." She realized she was already heading into philosophical territory. Least they could do was have drinks in their hands before that.
When the bartender finally reached them, she leaned against the counter with arms crossed atop the surface. There wasn't an ounce of shame as she grinned to the woman across the counter, though she did try to not be a sleaze. "Malibu Bay Breeze, please." She glanced to Xanthus and smirked. "What's your poison? 'So-fruity-you're-down-before-you-taste-the-alcohol' or you more the 'burn-the-chest-hair-off-from-inside' kind?" Across from her, she could hear the woman trying to smother a laugh and caught a glimpse of a bemused look being shot her way. Hey, what other way was she going to talk the ever broad range of alcoholic beverages?
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 4:54 pm
"I... uh... I don't know past Beer." He looked a little embarrassed to run up against this particular blank in his memories, one he'd largely been taking at face value. Remember drinking beer? Drink beer. It required no deep thought or exploration and it was easy to forget he'd lost any memory of how he had come to enjoy it in the first place. There were more things than this where he had carefully avoided looking past the thin cover, since the blank spots were discomforting, and unnerved more than just him. "I... dunno."
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 9:06 am
Danika blinked once, still smiling and keeping her eyes trained on Xanthus. Hm. She hadn't been expecting to run into this problem. She figured someone would have brought him out to celebrate at least once--well. No. She hadn't even put thought into how extensive the memory loss was. It simply wasn't something she was used to having to take into consideration before she opened her mouth.
If he didn't remember what hobbies he liked, why would he remember his favorite brand of alcohol?
"See, this is why I'm taking you out tonight," she told him cheerfully, playing the incident off as a friend taking a rather sheltered friend out for a night on the town. Turning back to the bartender she grinned, "He'll just start with a Miller Light, see how he likes that." 'Beer' wasn't very specific as it was, so she could only hope that went along his preferences.
While the woman went off to fill their order, Danika looked back to her companion with a smile and a shrug. "No big deal. Everyone starts somewhere with this. And if you don't like it, don't feel like you have to finish it. You can try some of mine, too."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 12:56 pm
"Ha, yeah I guess, just.. most people don't have to start over again." He noted, in embarrassed self chastisement. Would it have been better or worse if he'd forgotten his powered life instead? He wasn't sure, but he felt like if it had been the other way around, things would have been... very different. "So what's in a Malibu Bay Breeze? I mean... I know more or less what's in beer... yours is a whole different story?" It was definitely very... colorful... when served up. A vivid sunset pinkish color with a definite presence, especially stacked up against pale gold Miller.
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