Home is behind, the world ahead
April is out.
It's not like there isn't still danger, roaming the streets and all, but April is a pretty non-threatening person, at first glance. She's hardly five feet tall, slim, drowning in a too-large patched leather jacket, walking down the street barefoot, despite the cold. Hey, she's got boots! Slung over her shoulder.
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It's not like there isn't still danger, roaming the streets and all, but April is a pretty non-threatening person, at first glance. She's hardly five feet tall, slim, drowning in a too-large patched leather jacket, walking down the street barefoot, despite the cold. Hey, she's got boots! Slung over her shoulder.
She just doesn't ( Read more... )
He passes by April, not really giving her much thought beyond, 'random young woman with no shoes, oookay' but considering he is a man who looks suspiciously similar to her brotherthing and seems to have mental blocks like the Great Wall of China... Well. He might be worth a poke.
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April stops walking and turns around to watch him, her head tilted. She pokes gently at the blocks. And then she pokes very ungently at them, something akin to whacking them with a sledgehammer.
At the very least, it's liable to get his attention. Especially since if she does that enough, she could probably knock a hole in them big enough to get through.
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He turns on his heels and arches an eyebrow at her, wondering if she's just naturally curious or just pathologically rude, "There are a great number of you in this city, aren't you? Do you mind? They're there for a reason."
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BEYOND the resemblance to Julian, of course.
"You look like my brother," she adds, as if that were all the explanation she needs to give.
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And that causes a lightbulb to go off in Adam's head, because there's only one person in this city who looks like him, and considering what a pain in the ass that kid's been to hold onto... "Really?" He's downright flawless at looking innocent, like this isn't a fortuitous circumstance. "And your brother wouldn't happen to be Julian Sark, by any chance, would he?"
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"I don't take kindly to people bothering my brother," she comments mildly, like she's commenting on what lovely weather they're having, even as she concentrates on battering a hole into those psychic shields. "And I'm a little kuángzhĕ de. Never know what I might do."
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There. A crack in his oh-so-carefully maintained defences. April forces her way in, widening it just enough to see... not everything. She doesn't want to see everything. But she can see what's on the surface. Indigo, the girl who Julian saw.
There. He's just curious. And so he's prodding, asking questions, stalking. And that makes April testy.
It doesn't help that he's being a little snob. April walks closer, slowly, until she's almost in range to hit him. "You are a spoilt brat, Adam Monroe," she declares, and darts forward to give what will be a pretty solid whack in the solar plexus if it connects before darting back out of his reach to stare at him some more.
"We have been bothered by too many people, you gŏu cào de bèn tiānshēng de yìduī ròu. I will teach you some manners, and perhaps you will learn not to assume the verse owes you a favour because of your sheer brilliance."
She darts in again, from a slightly different angle. Here, Adam. Have a broken nose.
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He tilts his head up a bit to glower at her as soon as he catches his breath, still looking positively murderous and makes an attempt to advance on her, "You little..." But whatever brilliant insult he might have had in mind for her is sorely disrupted by the unexpected broken nose. It'll heal in a few seconds, but fucking owHe inspects his broken nose for a moment before shaking his head and snickering, albeit with a slight wince. Shake it off. Pain is fleeting and she's a little upstart who ought to be taught some manners. "You're not doing him any favors, my dear." Because the more ( ... )
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She purses her lip and watches him for a moment, and then goes down while her legs come up - it's an acrobatic move, for certain, but it'll get Adam riiiight in the jaw. And if she got the right angle, he should be going down like a sack of bricks about the time she connects.
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This town has the strangest assortment of psychics.
And, of course, it's that one moment of utter confusion that distracts him long enough for her to get the kick to the jaw. Heal from every wound or not, when someone kicks you like that in the jaw, you go boom. There's no real healing from unconsciousness. Well, at least he's going to wake up more confused and irritated than homicidally annoyed.
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She considerately pulls him over to lean against the nearest building, and wanders into the store across the street briefly. She's there for a few moments, and then she's back across the street with an ice cream cone in each hand.
She solemnly nibbles on one of them while she waits for Adam to wake up.
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And she's eating ice cream. It is very hard to be irritated with someone when they're eating ice cream at you, but Adam is trying very, very hard to maintain his level of righteous indignation and annoyance that he just got schooled by a five foot nothing girl.
"What the hell?"
This is the only reaction to this sort of thing.
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Look! She's being considerate! Also epically confusing. But considerate!
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Well, she did say she was crazy... This is not the kind of crazy he's accustomed to.
He stands up, checking his nose compulsively. It's covered in blood, but it's not broken anymore. For the moment, he's not bothering to take the ice cream. He's not particularly concerned about poison, but he's not about to be nice to her. She hit him! Hard!
"What exactly do you think you're doing?" Adam does not respond well to being manipulated considering... He's Adam.
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