( don't come around tonight ) ( private )
WHO: holycablechrist and luckpuns.
WHERE: All That Jazz, maybe Cable's motel room.
WHEN: Late Wednesday evening.
WARNINGS: Second Coming spoilers; pending on whatever else
SUMMARY: Husbando and wifu reunite with bad news coming.
FORMAT Log.
Nathan was keeping it low since the failed HIVE mission. He had rented out a motel room for the month on one of the highways out of the City. It was a seedy place. No questions asked, no eyebrows raised. The owners knew he was an imPort. Nathan wasn't hiding the fact, but he paid more than the room cost and they were quick to give him the keys.
He had a tiny arsenal there: rifles, handguns, hand grenades, the works. Not everything was kept in the X-Force base. Nate knew better than that--having set up a storage facility before everything went boom. It didn't mean he didn't miss his clothes and other personal belongings, however.
And Domino.
It was like the TV suddenly turned out and was playing Apocalypse Now at top volume. Nate was eating chips and soda from the vending machine when it happened. He held his head, immediately searching high and low for Domino's signal. She was in the City. She changed--a little more worn out and teared. Nate waited despite wanting to go out right the fuck now and see her.
It was late before she finally left Warren's bar. Nathan exercised restrain and chose not to listen in on her conversation with Angel, but he did grab his coat and fly to the City as soon as the lady was getting a little tired from her drinks. When she closed the door behind her, Nathan landed in front of her.
"Domino."
WHERE: All That Jazz, maybe Cable's motel room.
WHEN: Late Wednesday evening.
WARNINGS: Second Coming spoilers; pending on whatever else
SUMMARY: Husbando and wifu reunite with bad news coming.
FORMAT Log.
Nathan was keeping it low since the failed HIVE mission. He had rented out a motel room for the month on one of the highways out of the City. It was a seedy place. No questions asked, no eyebrows raised. The owners knew he was an imPort. Nathan wasn't hiding the fact, but he paid more than the room cost and they were quick to give him the keys.
He had a tiny arsenal there: rifles, handguns, hand grenades, the works. Not everything was kept in the X-Force base. Nate knew better than that--having set up a storage facility before everything went boom. It didn't mean he didn't miss his clothes and other personal belongings, however.
And Domino.
It was like the TV suddenly turned out and was playing Apocalypse Now at top volume. Nate was eating chips and soda from the vending machine when it happened. He held his head, immediately searching high and low for Domino's signal. She was in the City. She changed--a little more worn out and teared. Nate waited despite wanting to go out right the fuck now and see her.
It was late before she finally left Warren's bar. Nathan exercised restrain and chose not to listen in on her conversation with Angel, but he did grab his coat and fly to the City as soon as the lady was getting a little tired from her drinks. When she closed the door behind her, Nathan landed in front of her.
"Domino."