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 Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 1:13 pm
Nick rubbed at the back of his neck, exhaustion and tension worrying the muscles into an an interesting mess of knots. His pen dropped to the desk and made a break for it, rolling energetically only to be stopped by a heavily dropped hand. He grimaced and sat back in his chair, shifting his shoulders. It had been one heck of a few months and he was inclined to agree with the old joke about the ancient Chinese curse. May you live in interesting times. First a funeral back in Arizona. Then getting loaned out to the Police Academy for firearms training assistance. (Seriously, who thought it was a good idea to let him be in charge of a bunch of recruits?) Now coming back to his job and finding endless reports about goofy costumes and monsters and things that really should only appear on the cover of cheesy magazines at the grocery store. Knowing he was one of those people who somehow had a goofy costume only made it worse. Since that one attempt at figuring things out, Nick had studiously avoided transformation and, even more so, going out of his apartment in the thing. But some of these stories really freaked him out. They were too frequent, too random, and too close. He recognized locations more and more. Like this one... He sat forward and flipped through to a new page. DC Iron Works. That was where Pru worked. The cute little redhead he had pushed from the path of a car… The last day of his sane life before the dress and the sandals and all that. Some sort of fight. Property damage. No casualties, thankfully, or even an ambulance. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Then he shook his head. There was no way around it. It wasn’t his case but he had to know. He reached for his phone, opened contacts, and scrolled quickly, finding what he needed and opening a text window. It did not even occur to him that she would have forgotten him. That was not how Nick’s brain worked.
got all your bits? no more rampaging bears? WC 359
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2018 12:27 pm
The buzzing vibration of the phone in the back pocket of her jeans startled Prudence, enough to nearly make her drop the wrench she was using to tighten a bolt on an engine. No one ever texted her, not even her parents. Who else had her number? And how had they known about the bear-shaped youma that had rampaged around the motorcycle shop not that long ago? Wide-eyed, she looked around at her DC Iron Works co-workers, all busy with other projects, some bobbing their heads to the loud rock music piping through the garage area. None of them were paying any attention to her; no one would notice if she popped away for a moment. Putting down her wrench, Pru scurried off for the break room, which was mercifully empty. She closed the door and pulled her phone out of her pocket, her curiosity growing by leaps and bounds and sending excited little shivers through her. The message was from someone named "Nick", whom she somehow had in her contacts. Nick? She didn't know anyone with that name… Then she remembered. The shooting range, the detective with the sly, flirty grin, the car coming for her in the parking lot and being shoved out of the way by a very confused, apparently newly-awakened Mars knight who appeared from out of nowhere… "Ohmigod," she murmured to herself. She honestly never expected to hear from him again, thought it was just a chance one-time encounter. Plopping down on the worn leather couch, she opened the message and quickly thumbed a reply. Nick! No, no more rampaging bears. I'm fine, how are you?She wasn't about to tell him that she had been the one to defeat the youma, sneaking away in the chaos to transform into Gwales, Page of Pluto before kicking the monster's a**. Though she still had her suspicions about him and that Mars knight that had saved her life...
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2018 1:04 pm
busy. work work work.The text back came fast and easy; Nick barely had to think about it. Plus it was the truth. He had been incredibly busy, what with one thing and another. Hence not speaking to her for ages. However, once an idea got stuck in his head, it lingered until something new and shiny kicked it out. Right now, Pru was there. Pru and bears and whatever else was going on in Destiny City. His finger hovered over the keypad for another moment and a frown crinkled his brow. Then Nick glanced at his paper-strewn desk. He sucked in his cheeks and shook his head. Moving his hand, he drew a few of the reports closer. The things that were happening... There had to be answers. Maybe he was an answer. Maybe Pru was. That solved it. He was going to ask her what she remembered from that day. Quickly, he tapped out his next message. what happened that day in the parking lot?
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 9:55 am
Pru stiffened slightly at the texted question. She had to fight back the urge to respond with You were there, you tell me. But that was counterproductive to what she wanted to find out: whether or not Nick was the Mars knight who had rescued her. She thought for a moment, trying to think of the right response, one that wouldn't freak him out (though that was bound to happen eventually regardless of what she said) or scare him off. If he was that Mars Page, she could help him, answer at least some of the questions he was bound to have. She finally responded, keeping it simple and to the point. Her thumbs tapped out the words. A car nearly hit me and someone, I don't know who, pulled me out of the way.Hitting send, she nodded. That was straightforward enough. She quickly followed up with a second message. Why don't we meet somewhere and talk? It sounds like you have some questions.It would be better to find out face-to-face if her hunch was correct. And it did sound like he had questions,.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2018 9:42 pm
Nick stared at his phone, the creases signalling confusion deepening between his eyebrows. "What the hell is she talking about?" he muttered. Either Pru had lost her mind or he had. She didn't know who pulled her out of the way, she said. He did. Of course, he did. No one else had been around at the time. Why was she playing games? Nick tipped his head back and stared at the slightly grimy, off-white acoustic tiles above his desk. Absently, he prodded the inside of his cheek with his tongue, thinking. Alright. So maybe not insane so much as... Forgetful? In denial? Frankly, he could not blame her for wanting to pretend it didn't happen. He was not keen on finding himself suddenly wearing a sort of dress and gladiator sandles. His phone beeped again and Nick shifted to sit upright and look at the new incoming message. Ah, better. He smiled. He could go for a meeting of minds, for sure. you too. i'm free at 6. drinks?
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2018 2:21 pm
With a relieved sigh, Pru slumped slightly on the couch. She had hoped he'd accede to meeting in person to talk. Although they would likely have to adjourn to a convenient alley before the conversation was over. Thumbs flying on the phone's screen, she quickly answered. Great! I'll be off work then too. Do you have any favorite watering holes you would like to meet at?A couple more text messages back and forth to establish where they were going to meet up, and Pru shoved her phone back in her pocket. This was going to be interesting.~~~~~~~~~ Taking a sip of her beer, Pru looked at her phone again, then glanced at the door. Hopefully Nick would be here soon; she wasn't as familiar with this bar as she was the biker dives her co-workers preferred. Not that it wasn't somewhat dive-y, she decided as she looked around the establishment. Just not quite as… colorful. She had to smile at that. Not the kind of place a cop would frequent either. But then, she really didn't know Nick that well, did she? She checked her phone again. No text messages. Where was he?
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2018 2:25 pm
"Wow, did your date stand you up? What a jerk!" For such a big guy, Nick certainly knew how to move quietly; the surrounding bar noise definitely helped, too. He grinned, unrepentant, at the way his voice suddenly echoing over her shoulder made Pru jump in her seat. His hand came out to stabilize her in her seat, pressing gently at her side. Then he ducked his head and his grin went sideways and lopsided. "Sorry, Pru," he said. "I couldn't resist. I mean, you're early, you're staring at your phone, it just... Worked." Nick slipped into the seat next to her. "I'll buy the first round to make up for it." He lifted a hand to signal the bartender.
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