[OPEN!] Beneath the halo of a streetlamp -

[orderfromchaos]

Who: Dillon and YOU. Anyone who might be roaming at night, or he could help out someone who got stuck after hours.
When: At night, after sirens, any time in the last week.
Where: Wandering all over the island.
Summary: Dillon exploring.
Warnings: Here be monsters? Dillon repels the Seeping Darkness, though. His permissions post is here.



At first, it had just been early mornings on the roof of Towers, breathing in the cool pre-dawn air, tasting the breeze off the North Pacific as he watched the crumbled concrete resume its smooth, undamaged shape a few minutes earlier than it should . It was such a relief, to just let the crackling, fissioning, endless power of the scorpion star spill out of him, to let it fling itself against the darkness, batter it back a few grudging feet, and draw down the constant riptide inside him.

But soon enough he was spending whole nights on the streets, meandering through the transformed city, deliberately avoiding walking in a grid, just to be contrary, observing the monsters and the people tough enough to hunt them. It's completely different from the port in the day, but it's still an inextricable part of the pattern.

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[orderfromchaos]

He nods.

"It seems like a really good thing to do," he agrees. "I didn't mean it was like my mistakes, or bad, or whatever. Just, that I don't...I've met things that ate people's souls. A little monster blood won't shock me. That's all."

[mouthbreathing]

Warsman feels his shoulders sink a little, relaxing as the tension leaves with Dillon's explanation. He was jumping to conclusions after all- but it's always safer in his experience to assume the worst and be overly-cautious than it is to hope that others will assume the best. Always.

"I see. Thank you." Even so, he finds himself absently scraping at his boot on the sidewalk, trying to get the worst of it off- though his attention is focused back on Dillon now, head on one side. "Making energy and creatures that eat people's souls... being out after dark like this must barely register as strange to you."

It's an off-hand comment rather than an accusation. Dillon's puzzled him since their first meeting, after all.

[orderfromchaos]

"Pretty much," he admits. "It's a little creepy, and it's not the kind of weird I'm used to, that's for sure. But it's not really a shock, either."

He gazes around the otherwise-deserted street.

"You going anywhere in particular, or just roaming?"

[mouthbreathing]

"Patrolling, yes." He sounds a little distant. Warsman's trying to concentrate on the conversation, but now that the initial surprise of running into Dillon has worn off he's back to being gently distracted by their surroundings. Everywhere he looks he spots a potential hiding place beyond their pure ring, a shadow for something to lurch out of. On his own he'd worry less, but now that he has company to consider as well he needs a plan before he can give himself over to any real discussion.

That doesn't mean he isn't embarrassed when he catches himself lapsing back into silence again. "Ah, I'm sorry. I just can't lose focus while I'm out here." He glances back at Dillon, still thinking. "Can you ward off monsters as well?"