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From his den to his garage was maybe forty miles. (He'd been hanging out there enough lately to no longer consider himself a guest in his daughter's former home--she'd been gone for months now, and his scent clearly dominated the area.) It was close enough to make a round trip possible within a day, but far enough away to put him in a different state of mind and mood. After his encounter with Firefly elsewhere in the city, he'd decided to call it a "day" and made his way back home. He couldn't decide if things in Inferni had grown more stable or dormant, and from there he couldn't tell which interpretation he preferred. Ezekiel had departed; he'd scarcely seen Ryan or Valkyrie around as much as he would have liked; Gabriel had his own matters to attend to; Hybrid had grown elusive, making his rounds and scarcely talking to anybody as far as he could tell (not that he really missed that guy's company). Domestic deficiencies aside, it seemed like things were at least okay on the foreign front. Since they'd taken out Bastardo, things had been relatively quiet.
Thus, it was not entirely surprising that he found himself with Inferni at his back and the looming structures of Halifax rising in front to greet him yet again. He grew restless and anxious quickly when he was at home and there was seemingly nothing to do... but out here, he felt he could truthfully relax. The seccui wove his way expertly between the streets. Once upon a time, he'd needed to stick to the hot pavement paths to find his way to the garage, but now he could navigate between alleys and parks, greatly increasing the efficiency with which he moved. Today something caught his attention--a metal ladder propped up against one of the cold brick walls--and he considered the possibilities. Why not? Smoothly completing the shift to his bipedal form, he held the ladder with both hands at his left side and continued to walk toward his little retreat. It was fortunate he'd found it when he was already moderately close to his destination, for it obviously impeded his mobility some.
Before very long, though, he could be found atop the garage. The roof sloped gently enough that it wasn't horrifying to walk around up there, and if anything, it was at a perfect angle for leaning back and looking at the sky. The ladder was propped up behind the garage away from the street, and his small pipe lay at his side. He reclined with his arms folded behind his head, using them as a makeshift pillow, as he regarded the puffy white cumulus clouds that lazily drifted overhead in front of a perfect blue backdrop.
set @ his garage in halifax! for ghita.
From his den to his garage was maybe forty miles. (He'd been hanging out there enough lately to no longer consider himself a guest in his daughter's former home--she'd been gone for months now, and his scent clearly dominated the area.) It was close enough to make a round trip possible within a day, but far enough away to put him in a different state of mind and mood. After his encounter with Firefly elsewhere in the city, he'd decided to call it a "day" and made his way back home. He couldn't decide if things in Inferni had grown more stable or dormant, and from there he couldn't tell which interpretation he preferred. Ezekiel had departed; he'd scarcely seen Ryan or Valkyrie around as much as he would have liked; Gabriel had his own matters to attend to; Hybrid had grown elusive, making his rounds and scarcely talking to anybody as far as he could tell (not that he really missed that guy's company). Domestic deficiencies aside, it seemed like things were at least okay on the foreign front. Since they'd taken out Bastardo, things had been relatively quiet.
Thus, it was not entirely surprising that he found himself with Inferni at his back and the looming structures of Halifax rising in front to greet him yet again. He grew restless and anxious quickly when he was at home and there was seemingly nothing to do... but out here, he felt he could truthfully relax. The seccui wove his way expertly between the streets. Once upon a time, he'd needed to stick to the hot pavement paths to find his way to the garage, but now he could navigate between alleys and parks, greatly increasing the efficiency with which he moved. Today something caught his attention--a metal ladder propped up against one of the cold brick walls--and he considered the possibilities. Why not? Smoothly completing the shift to his bipedal form, he held the ladder with both hands at his left side and continued to walk toward his little retreat. It was fortunate he'd found it when he was already moderately close to his destination, for it obviously impeded his mobility some.
Before very long, though, he could be found atop the garage. The roof sloped gently enough that it wasn't horrifying to walk around up there, and if anything, it was at a perfect angle for leaning back and looking at the sky. The ladder was propped up behind the garage away from the street, and his small pipe lay at his side. He reclined with his arms folded behind his head, using them as a makeshift pillow, as he regarded the puffy white cumulus clouds that lazily drifted overhead in front of a perfect blue backdrop.
set @ his garage in halifax! for ghita.