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calling_logs2016-09-27 11:02 pm
capwolf) wrote in calling_logs2016-09-27 11:02 pm
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WHO: Steve and OPEN, Steve and Sam.
WHAT: Apartment hunting.
WHEN: Nowish?
WHERE: City of Tomorrow, City of Nightmare
NOTES/WARNINGS: Probably none. Maybe some schmoop and angst.
Thus far, Steve's resisted doing more than making occasional visits. He knows plenty of people have found an apartment, moved in on more or less permanent basis depending on who they are and what they are. Some (like Thomas) who have started businesses. He hasn't done it himself because it felt like abandoning his duty - his responsibility, his commitment, his purpose. People who count on him and need him and have expectations of him.
It's been months.
He's finally cracked.
He needs somewhere he can let his... fur out. Somewhere he can run, somewhere he doesn't have to keep the wolf locked under his skin and keep who and what he is secret, all the time. Somewhere, maybe, that he can even choose what he's responsible for and where everyone who looks at him doesn't immediately see Captain America, and have a comic book or trading card collection featuring him. He just -
He doesn't know what will make him happy, he doesn't know what he wants, but he's starting to get a guilty idea about what maybe he needs. Doesn't want to need it, but does anyway.
He can't quite decide where to look for that 'vacation home'. He knows he wants something small and basic. Whether he fits, he doesn't know. He knows his favorite two places, the ones he's most comfortable in, are Nightmare and Tomorrow. So those are the places he looks - walking the streets, head tilted up to look at buildings, checking properties and stopping for a meal here and there. Tracking to people he knows via scent along the way.
And, eventually, wearing fur and on four feet, making his way back to Sam's apartment and clawing at the door.
WHAT: Apartment hunting.
WHEN: Nowish?
WHERE: City of Tomorrow, City of Nightmare
NOTES/WARNINGS: Probably none. Maybe some schmoop and angst.
Thus far, Steve's resisted doing more than making occasional visits. He knows plenty of people have found an apartment, moved in on more or less permanent basis depending on who they are and what they are. Some (like Thomas) who have started businesses. He hasn't done it himself because it felt like abandoning his duty - his responsibility, his commitment, his purpose. People who count on him and need him and have expectations of him.
It's been months.
He's finally cracked.
He needs somewhere he can let his... fur out. Somewhere he can run, somewhere he doesn't have to keep the wolf locked under his skin and keep who and what he is secret, all the time. Somewhere, maybe, that he can even choose what he's responsible for and where everyone who looks at him doesn't immediately see Captain America, and have a comic book or trading card collection featuring him. He just -
He doesn't know what will make him happy, he doesn't know what he wants, but he's starting to get a guilty idea about what maybe he needs. Doesn't want to need it, but does anyway.
He can't quite decide where to look for that 'vacation home'. He knows he wants something small and basic. Whether he fits, he doesn't know. He knows his favorite two places, the ones he's most comfortable in, are Nightmare and Tomorrow. So those are the places he looks - walking the streets, head tilted up to look at buildings, checking properties and stopping for a meal here and there. Tracking to people he knows via scent along the way.
And, eventually, wearing fur and on four feet, making his way back to Sam's apartment and clawing at the door.
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Since he's got here, when he hasn't gone back to his hive to check up on those he cares for, he's been living with Sam. Those back on Beforus would think him mad to stay with an angel, he knows, but he's also aware he's already established himself as being mad even among his friends. Such was the life of a prophet, he reminds himself once again.
Perhaps its his stay with Sam that marks a scent upon him. Perhaps its just mere coincidence as he dives on in to the land of Nightmares-- Daymares, it should be, he thinks-- eager to indulge in the wonders of esoteric runes and mad poets he shouldn't but will most likely attempt to read out loud. Dressed in bones, he walks gladly into that dark night, finding a safety of sorts there that to most others wouldn't be.
Even in those times he stops and stares at the strange aliens that resemble Sam. He had claimed that not all those around here were angels, but he has yet to spot the differences. Surely there was something more than wings to divide them? Could there be other angels here with wings hidden away? Maybe if he can just get a closer look...
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He puts his hands in his pockets and tries to look casual, but he's tracking toward the source of the scent - and the person layered under it is pretty damned distinct too. When he finds them, well. He stops, quirks his eyebrows and realizes he doesn't have a plan.
Subtle is not his middle name.
"...Hey."
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Kurloz, instead, smiles brightly and waves. He fills in those last few steps of space and takes one last look, just to be sure the being isn't an angel.
"Greetings, my ninja! Are you too discovering the miracle of the realm of nightmares?"