Midnight Shadows Guided Games GENEsis: DOFP Genesis In Character Days of Future Past [SentS] It's a long way down. [Ericka / Sebastian]


08-23-2019
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She hadn’t let Navi get his request out entirely, or maybe it had been a demand. It had rolled off his tongue and tried to coalesce into something meant to hold her, and she had left him. Though, it wasn’t as if she had left him alone or in questionable company. She was sure he was involved with the guy that had arrived. Via teleportation.

It tickled at her curiosity, another teleporter. Another person that nudged at something in her gut.

Responding to the text had been simple, an easy way out rather than facing the blonde that had looked at her funny. It had put her a block away from the building the text had originated, the pocket of the person who had sent it.

The dynamic between them was…odd. In some manner. Mostly her own doing. When he had tried to kiss her in the apartment, a sliver of panic had compelled her to put herself away form him, push a door between them to create a barrier. And she wasn’t sure if it had been for her benefit.

Self-preservation. Fear. The great motivator.

Then he had seemingly bowed to whatever it was she apparently wished for. Distance. That was easier, and yet oddly harder.

His absence had been like a cutting edge against her chest, sending her pulse into a fluttering mess, and putting pressure against her lungs, making everything more difficult. Existence. She never wanted to feel that way again. Even when she had been the one to allowed for it, had anticipated it in some shape.

Ericka cleared her throat and stood a bit taller, stuck a tendril of hair behind her ear and walked herself out of the darkened alley. She cut across the quiet street with ease, dodging a single car in one direction, and then another that stopped for her in the other.

Her progression forward halted on the sidewalk and she pulled out her phone to read it over again. She wondered what it was he wanted to show her. The building maybe, the new set up, possibly. She was aware of it plenty. She was a ware of a lot of the things he did, even if he didn’t know it himself. The tiny perks to having access to the small circle of mutants that trusted her just enough to create ties. The crazy one, though, the woman that could possibly bend and alter the very fabric of the world around them and change it, she knew things. She saw things the way others didn’t. All that power, wrapped up and sized down to psychic psychosis.

She slipped the screen of her phone open fully and highlighted the message box. [Ok.] She typed out first because that was simple enough.

[Where?]
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[In-Character] [Post #62]
Sebastian was half way through the new emails. He had made phone calls, taken notes. Three new files were on his desk. If things progressed like this, he would need his own private investigator soon. He wondered whether Jaxon could help him finding one.

Then, just as he was about to open the next email, his phone’s screen lit up. Sebastian’s focus was instantly shot to hell. He picked up the mobile, finding himself oddly excited and calmed at the same time to find Ericka’s name on his screen. She agreed to dinner. Sebastian couldn’t help the grin on his face.

Then followed a second text.

Where.

Sebastian unlocked his phone, pulled up the conversation.

[Seafire Grill on 48th. Table in two hours.]

Five thirty was an early dinner. But it was dinner, and if it involved Ericka Sebastian was certain he’d have it at any time of the day. He checked his watch again. Two hours. Yes. He put the phone down, flexing his fingers. He looked at his computer screen, then back at his phone. Geez. He felt like a teenager.

He powered down the computer. There was no point trying to focus now. Once more, Sebastian looked at his phone. He was of course aware that he was using lots of words. And she wasn’t. He swallowed. What would it take to finally breach through that invisible line behind which she was keeping him?

Standing, Sebastian picked up his suitcase, then his phone.

[Can I pick you up anywhere?]

He hit sent, then pulled his jacket down from the rack. Before he knew it, he had it donned and then was out the door with his suitcase. Three new cases. One of them close to the Services. But that was not the one he had messaged Ericka about. Locking up the door leading to his small one-man office, Sebastian eyed his suitcase. Then he pulled up the lid, and gazed in. There. The fourth file. The one he wanted to show Ericka. All there. He exhaled, then closed and picked up his bag.

Once more checking the phone, he found it idle. No response from Ericka yet.
Sebastian hailed down a cab. Home first, he decided.
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She stared at the building for about two minutes before the device in her hand buzzed, indicating a response. That was quick, but she had expected it to be as it had often become such. When either of them initiated a quiet conversation, the other responded quickly, back and forth, almost better than any conversation they could manage to keep ahold of with their mouths. That always led elsewhere. Speaking through their fingers, a barrier of distance between them allowed for something simpler. Were he before her, her focus would flutter elsewhere, away form the discussion to focus on the way his lips and tongue formed the words he put forth.

When she opened the message, her left brow lifted slightly without conscious effort. That was… Ericka turned slightly in the direction that she knew the establishment sat. But he also indicated a two hour span of time. That meant he wanted to do something beforehand, which meant that her placement right outside the building he presently sat within was unnecessary.

Another message asked if she wanted him to pick her up. She tried to imagine herself locked inside of a cab once more with him. At least he wouldn’t be fighting the effects of a suppressant, she hoped anyway. He wasn’t presently voluntarily taking it anymore, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be dosed with it at any given moment. He had something to show her, she reminded herself and her mind skipped ahead several paces prompting her to activate the message field once more and quickly typed out a questioning response. She stepped away form the front door of the building until the neighboring structure cast her in plenty of shadow as she quickly finished up her question. The building’s door opened, and he stepped out onto the sidewalk. His sudden appearance chased the brief sense of panic and she teleported away from the scene.

She arrived in her walk-in closet and sighed as she settled back against one of the walls.

The placement had her looking down at her clothing that was seemingly still smattered in building debris. For a moment, she thought about Navi once more, but assured herself he was likely fine. So she watered her plants, folded a load of laundry, then peeled her clothing off and showered any further evidence of her porting adventure off of her body. She had shampoo in her hair when she realized she hadn’t ever responded to Sebastian and reached half blind out towards the sink counter, cursing quietly to herself. The phone slipped right out of her hand and then she bent over to retrieve it, drawing it back into the shower to type out a new message.

[Sounds good.] Send.

Ericka swallowed. She knew she was being short with each response, but if she offered more than a few words, she was sure her fingers would vomit all over the keyboard. He was trying and she had to give him some manner of credit for that. She rinsed, dried and dressed herself in a dusty blue dress, nude heels, and a fitted leather jacket. She wrapped a soft loop scarf about her neck and then plucked her phone up once more.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be picked up, or if she wanted to be picked up at home or somewhere else. It would be so much easier to just be there without having to send him after her. Then she frowned when she realized she was trying to make sense of making this easier on him. [Okay] She typed out and sent quickly, realizing that wasn’t really an answer.

[I’ll head that way from my place.] She pursed her lips. [Pick me up that way.] She smirked and then put the phone in her clutch before leaving the apartment behind. Down the steps, out the foyer, passed the doorman and onto the street.
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