Cy is back in Grant Park, chunnering away to herself while she digs around the base of Buckingham fountain. She is looking for her sunlight-marble. She distinctly remembers having it here--though whether she had it here when she went with the fox or whether she had it here when she was left is an open question.
Aniki is wandering Cicero after the
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And, apparently, there's a kid who needs to talk, so that's why he's here, foregoing sleep to keep on working for the greater good.
"Wouldn't have pegged you for a painter," he muses, stepping up behind Ruvin to examine the painting a little more closely.
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And as soon as her focus is off of the work, she blushes and looks at her lap. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, I just... It wouldn't have felt right. Leaving the spots."
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"It's fine- sorry I startled you. Neat way to handle that though." He gestures to the painting. "Some people'd call the whole thing a bust after somethin' like that, but you made it work." He tilts his head to the side. "Hell, it even gives the paintin' a little somethin' extra."
He pauses, unconsciously checking one of his large black wings to make sure all of his feathers are in place for no reason other than it gives him something to focus on for a second. "You needed to talk?" He asks, after a moment.
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She squeaks, balances herself, and eases upright again. "It... Ariel. She... Last night, after I..." She's not sure where her thoughts are. Again. Even after focusing so carefully for so long.
That's unacceptable. Ruvin closes her eyes, settling into the space she uses when preparing to paint, or when cleaning her tools afterward. Even with that stillness, it's hard to say what she needs to. It comes out frail and quiet and she can't look at Vincent as she speaks. "I think it's my fault."
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Then again, it hadn't really been a funeral. Just a memorial service and an urn - the body cremated for health and safety precautions - that their mother wasn't planning on locking away in some marble crypt or scattering to the winds, oh no. And if he'd had to listen to one more person offer him a meaningless platitude....
Which is why Gabe is wandering through the park in a suit and dress shoes instead of normal clothing.
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"Lost and losing, it's all a shot, a shot at the head, hello, come in Chicago, this is the future speaking."
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The voice has him looking around cautiously.
"...Okay then, future. This is Chicago; the rest of the city maybe in a fighting mood at this time, but right now? I'm not."
Unless you're one of those CLF asshats, in which case all bets are off.
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She pokes her head out of the leaves. "You broke it!"
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He should have interrogated that fifth one. He could have found out something and compromised their entire operation and then at least he could feel useful again.
He's pondering all of this as he stalks the halls of the Kashtta, his hand in a brace that's probably not going to be suitable for healing his hand, but it was all Juliet could manage for the moment. The fracture wasn't horrible, but it was enough that his hand still hurts. It certainly draws attention away from the stitches in his shoulder and side and the bruises... And, okay, stalking the halls isn't the smartest thing to do ( ... )
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He muses on this for a moment before turning to look at Sark. And then he blinks. This is how Ragnar shows alarm. "You have been injured, Julian Sark."
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He looks down at his hand in distaste. "So I have."
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He trots over to Sark, all business, and sits down. "Please sit. I am afraid I cannot tend your wounds from here."
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She wouldn't even stop at the graffiti at all if she hadn't glanced at Aniki and seen someone else.
"Dinah?" Martha stops abruptly and stares at her. It looks exactly like her, but Dinah is dead so unless the dead are rising, again, all around the city (Martha Jones is not in the mood for zombies, kthx). "Sorry. You just- You look exactly like her, but you're... not. Can't be."
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She looks back up at the graffiti, then sighs and scratches her head.
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"It's alright," she says, smiling slightly. "Honestly. I should be used to it by now."
Considering her boys both have identical twins running around the city, too. The dead is on her mind tonight. Martha looks at the graffiti, too, and looks away, again, nearly as quickly.
"They killed my friend," she says quietly, and then looks at Aniki, again. "The CLF did."
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It actually sounds like she means it, too, not like it's a required conciliatory gesture.
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On the other hand, given the current situation, he could do worse. Not that it'll really help...
Another death, pretty much re-confirming what everyone knew from the start, that these CLF are out of their minds.
But right now, that's not what's on his mind.
It would make sense to react the way he had when he found out about Ariel - they'd killed before, this woman was well known and much beloved to the Wanderers in the Conrad...
Then he remembers his assistance in the ill-fated attempt to take over the world, as well as several other indiscretions he'd committed to further his career. And he wonders.
Which is pretty much how he is when he enters the common room, journal in hand once again and wondering if he should get Doc in here for a talk, when he notices Ruvin.
"...Hi."
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Ruvin is fairly certain she's seen him around the basement--it's not so large a space that you can avoid encountering most of its residents in some way or another--but she's never actually spoken to him before.
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He glances at her work - it's obviously a city, though it looks like nothing he's ever seen before.
"Nice work."
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Ruvin sets the brush aside and stands, wincing a little. Her legs have fallen asleep a little bit from sitting on them for so long.
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