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Who: Ladon and you!
What: Ladon's finally back from his voluntary hermitage. Come bother him.
Where: The Golden Apple
When: Night!
Warnings: I'm back from hiatus! However, I still have a couple things to do before the end of the semester, so tags may slow up on Tuesday/Wednesday while I handle that. Otherwise YAY IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK.
In his time away from the city, Ladon has been busy. Mostly moping and hating himself, but after a while he had to start doing things to keep from going insane. What could Ladon do to keep his mind of things while waiting for things to blow over? Well, he's a fan of tinkering with things. Guns, watches, anything that involves piecing it apart and putting it back together.
So when he does eventually venture back into the city, he's had to dream up a big bag to bring his project along with him. He steals through the streets after nightfall, said bag slung over one arm. He pauses at each alleyway, eyes the street, dashes across in an attempt to keep himself as inconspicuous as possible. The rattling of the many pieces in his bag probably doesn't help, though, particularly when he jogs across the street from one alley to another.
Eventually he reaches his club. And it's only once he's unlocked the place and closed the door firmly behind him that he turns the lights on.
He glances over the place to make sure he's alone before hefting the bag onto a table. He's surprised everything is still here and unbroken-- He lost his PORTAL during the craziness with whatever that thing was that took Cleo's form and possessed him. He's been considerably out of the loop, and it's only the noise from Stark's stupid party that finally lured him out. If people are having beach parties and those who'd also been possessed are in attendance, that means the coast might possibly be clear. Probably not for him, but if he's careful, maybe he can avoid the cops. He did a decent job enough doing so in Nieve.
Maybe he can get one of them in his pocket here, too. Somehow.
Anyway, the more pressing matter happens to be the assortment of things in his bag. He plops the bag on one of the larger tables and goes about fishing things out of it.
The door is unlocked. The residents-- which hopefully includes any kind of police force-- are warded off the place anyway. He just doesn't need the retribution of the locals at the moment. He can handle anyone else who notices the lights and decides to visit.
What: Ladon's finally back from his voluntary hermitage. Come bother him.
Where: The Golden Apple
When: Night!
Warnings: I'm back from hiatus! However, I still have a couple things to do before the end of the semester, so tags may slow up on Tuesday/Wednesday while I handle that. Otherwise YAY IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK.
In his time away from the city, Ladon has been busy. Mostly moping and hating himself, but after a while he had to start doing things to keep from going insane. What could Ladon do to keep his mind of things while waiting for things to blow over? Well, he's a fan of tinkering with things. Guns, watches, anything that involves piecing it apart and putting it back together.
So when he does eventually venture back into the city, he's had to dream up a big bag to bring his project along with him. He steals through the streets after nightfall, said bag slung over one arm. He pauses at each alleyway, eyes the street, dashes across in an attempt to keep himself as inconspicuous as possible. The rattling of the many pieces in his bag probably doesn't help, though, particularly when he jogs across the street from one alley to another.
Eventually he reaches his club. And it's only once he's unlocked the place and closed the door firmly behind him that he turns the lights on.
He glances over the place to make sure he's alone before hefting the bag onto a table. He's surprised everything is still here and unbroken-- He lost his PORTAL during the craziness with whatever that thing was that took Cleo's form and possessed him. He's been considerably out of the loop, and it's only the noise from Stark's stupid party that finally lured him out. If people are having beach parties and those who'd also been possessed are in attendance, that means the coast might possibly be clear. Probably not for him, but if he's careful, maybe he can avoid the cops. He did a decent job enough doing so in Nieve.
Maybe he can get one of them in his pocket here, too. Somehow.
Anyway, the more pressing matter happens to be the assortment of things in his bag. He plops the bag on one of the larger tables and goes about fishing things out of it.
The door is unlocked. The residents-- which hopefully includes any kind of police force-- are warded off the place anyway. He just doesn't need the retribution of the locals at the moment. He can handle anyone else who notices the lights and decides to visit.