Nick---Burkhardt

Hi. I'm Nick---Burkhardt. I'm a grimm, but I'm not the normal grimm that wll go out and hunt down every Wesen he sees. Surprisingly, I have some Wesen friends. Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you unless you hurt me or any of my friends first. (This is an rp for the Grimm tv show. I will rp anyone, and if you don't want to rp, feel free to just talk.)

[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

nick---burkhardt has found the Angel

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Lucifer? He’s real?" Nick spoke the words without a hint of surprise.

"Yea, and he’s my pain in the ass brother." she shook her head. "So are you actually here to help, did someone tell you about me and you came or did you just get lost?" she hissed.

"You seem to be the lost one," said Nick. "Can I help you find whoever you’re looking for?"

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"I’m not lost, thanks. I live here." she said. "Maybe you can. Maybe you can’t," she looked over at the small house down the hill, her..home. But it wasn’t her home. "Would you like to come and sit down so we can talk?" she offered.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"That isn't saying much, but sure. By living here you don't mean here on the street I assume." Nick followed Nyx.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

Nick laughed. “Really?” he asked. “You’re the one that just about died a minute ago. You should be the one resting. I’ll make the tea.” Nick blocked Delan’s way and nudged her towards the couch as hard as he could without hurting her.

"I didn’t just about die," she said, looking up at him. "You were the one who almost died. You just don’t know it." Delancourt stumbled back when she was pushed and half fell on the couch. She glared at Nick.

Nick filled the tea kettle with water and set it on the stove. “What now besides waiting?” asked Nick. He could feel Delancourt staring holes in the back of his head.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"Stay alive." she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why don’t you sit down Nick and tell me what you are." She knew there was something about him that wasn’t…human.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"What do you mean?" asked Nick, but he knew that the recognition of what she had just asked him had been given away by his eyes. Nick poured the boiling water into to mugs and put tea bags in them. Putting down the tea in front of Delan, he put his hands up behind his head and took a deep breath.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"You know what I mean," she growled, taking the tea. It was warm in her cold hands. "You’re not human, at least not a normal human. Neither am I and neither is that thing out there," she pointed to one of the exterior walls of the house. "What are you?"

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"It’s complicated. You wouldn’t understand, and it’s better if you didn’t." Nick sipped his tea, burning his mouth, but he didn’t flinch. He just swallowed the hot liqiud as if it were cool.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"I probably would actually," she said, pulling her legs up underneath her on the couch. "Try me." she said in a taunting manner.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Have you ever heard of Wesen?" Nick put his tea down not wanting to burn himself again.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

She shook her head. “No, but it sounds German. Is it?” she didn’t speak German, could never figure it out.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Yeah, but that's not the point. Wesen are like people, except they're not really people. They can transform into creatures. Some of them are good and others are bad. And there are these... beings called the royals. Have you ever heard of anything like that?"

[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

nick---burkhardt has found the Angel

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Lucifer? He’s real?" Nick spoke the words without a hint of surprise.

"Yea, and he’s my pain in the ass brother." she shook her head. "So are you actually here to help, did someone tell you about me and you came or did you just get lost?" she hissed.

"You seem to be the lost one," said Nick. "Can I help you find whoever you're looking for?"

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[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

nick---burkhardt has found the Angel

Nyx was sitting in the field near her little house on the country side of England. Her wings her pulled close to her back and she had her knees to her chest. She felt cold and empty, as she always had since Morpheus had disappeared. Though she had stopped feeling so sick. That was at least better now.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She hoped everyone back at the Dreaming was alright. She really hated to leave them, but she had to find Morpheus.

There was a noise behind her and Nyx leaped to her feet, her wings fluttering out a bit as to keep her balance. She spotted a man, a stranger she’d never seen before, standing before her. “Who are you?” she asked, her silver eyes questioning.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Who are you too? May I ask." Nick wondered why this Wesen hadn’t realised he was a Grimm yet. She was already in full woge, and she was looking straight at him. "I’m Nick," he didn’t mention that having wings was somewhat strange.

[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

Nyx stood and looked at Nick. “My name’s Nyx.” she said. She could tell by the look on his face that he could see her wings. “You can see them, can’t you?” she asked with a dully tone. She really didn’t care. She didn’t care about much lately. And worrying about someone finding her wings wasn’t that big of a deal. Not with Morpheus gone.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Yeah," said Nick somewhat confused. Nyx seemed totally fine with the fact that he could see who she really was. "Are you looking for someone?" asked Nick.

[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

Nyx glared at him slightly. “I am. But how would you know?” she asked. “And how could you help? It’d been ten years already and he’s still missing.” she sighed and pulled on a piece of long, black hair. It had been shorter when all of this had first happened. Apparently she needed to get it cut.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"I’m a detective. It’s my job." Nick stepped forward. "You’re not like the others. Why?"

[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

"Nyx stared at him and for a moment, she thought that maybe she could find Morpheus. That she really could, with Nick’s help. "What others? You’ve met other Diamons?" she asked.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"No. Is that what your type of Wesen are called?" asked Nick, "Daimons." Nick paused, " I haven’t met others of your kind, but I’ve met others like you."

[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

"Wesen?" she asked, confused. "No. You’ve never met anything like me unless you’ve met another diamon or the devil himself." she growled. He was beginning to get on her nerves.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Lucifer? He's real?" Nick spoke the words without a hint of surprise.

[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

nick---burkhardt has found the Angel

Nyx was sitting in the field near her little house on the country side of England. Her wings her pulled close to her back and she had her knees to her chest. She felt cold and empty, as she always had since Morpheus had disappeared. Though she had stopped feeling so sick. That was at least better now.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She hoped everyone back at the Dreaming was alright. She really hated to leave them, but she had to find Morpheus.

There was a noise behind her and Nyx leaped to her feet, her wings fluttering out a bit as to keep her balance. She spotted a man, a stranger she’d never seen before, standing before her. “Who are you?” she asked, her silver eyes questioning.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Who are you too? May I ask." Nick wondered why this Wesen hadn’t realised he was a Grimm yet. She was already in full woge, and she was looking straight at him. "I’m Nick," he didn’t mention that having wings was somewhat strange.

[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

Nyx stood and looked at Nick. “My name’s Nyx.” she said. She could tell by the look on his face that he could see her wings. “You can see them, can’t you?” she asked with a dully tone. She really didn’t care. She didn’t care about much lately. And worrying about someone finding her wings wasn’t that big of a deal. Not with Morpheus gone.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Yeah," said Nick somewhat confused. Nyx seemed totally fine with the fact that he could see who she really was. "Are you looking for someone?" asked Nick.

[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

Nyx glared at him slightly. “I am. But how would you know?” she asked. “And how could you help? It’d been ten years already and he’s still missing.” she sighed and pulled on a piece of long, black hair. It had been shorter when all of this had first happened. Apparently she needed to get it cut.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"I’m a detective. It’s my job." Nick stepped forward. "You’re not like the others. Why?"

[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

"Nyx stared at him and for a moment, she thought that maybe she could find Morpheus. That she really could, with Nick’s help. "What others? You’ve met other Diamons?" she asked.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"No. Is that what your type of Wesen are called?" asked Nick, "Daimons." Nick paused, " I haven't met others of your kind, but I've met others like you."

[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

nick---burkhardt has found the Angel

Nyx was sitting in the field near her little house on the country side of England. Her wings her pulled close to her back and she had her knees to her chest. She felt cold and empty, as she always had since Morpheus had disappeared. Though she had stopped feeling so sick. That was at least better now.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She hoped everyone back at the Dreaming was alright. She really hated to leave them, but she had to find Morpheus.

There was a noise behind her and Nyx leaped to her feet, her wings fluttering out a bit as to keep her balance. She spotted a man, a stranger she’d never seen before, standing before her. “Who are you?” she asked, her silver eyes questioning.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Who are you too? May I ask." Nick wondered why this Wesen hadn’t realised he was a Grimm yet. She was already in full woge, and she was looking straight at him. "I’m Nick," he didn’t mention that having wings was somewhat strange.

[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

Nyx stood and looked at Nick. “My name’s Nyx.” she said. She could tell by the look on his face that he could see her wings. “You can see them, can’t you?” she asked with a dully tone. She really didn’t care. She didn’t care about much lately. And worrying about someone finding her wings wasn’t that big of a deal. Not with Morpheus gone.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Yeah," said Nick somewhat confused. Nyx seemed totally fine with the fact that he could see who she really was. "Are you looking for someone?" asked Nick.

[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

Nyx glared at him slightly. “I am. But how would you know?” she asked. “And how could you help? It’d been ten years already and he’s still missing.” she sighed and pulled on a piece of long, black hair. It had been shorter when all of this had first happened. Apparently she needed to get it cut.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"I'm a detective. It's my job." Nick stepped forward. "You're not like the others. Why?"

[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

nick---burkhardt has found the Angel

Nyx was sitting in the field near her little house on the country side of England. Her wings her pulled close to her back and she had her knees to her chest. She felt cold and empty, as she always had since Morpheus had disappeared. Though she had stopped feeling so sick. That was at least better now.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She hoped everyone back at the Dreaming was alright. She really hated to leave them, but she had to find Morpheus.

There was a noise behind her and Nyx leaped to her feet, her wings fluttering out a bit as to keep her balance. She spotted a man, a stranger she’d never seen before, standing before her. “Who are you?” she asked, her silver eyes questioning.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Who are you too? May I ask." Nick wondered why this Wesen hadn’t realised he was a Grimm yet. She was already in full woge, and she was looking straight at him. "I’m Nick," he didn’t mention that having wings was somewhat strange.

[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

Nyx stood and looked at Nick. “My name’s Nyx.” she said. She could tell by the look on his face that he could see her wings. “You can see them, can’t you?” she asked with a dully tone. She really didn’t care. She didn’t care about much lately. And worrying about someone finding her wings wasn’t that big of a deal. Not with Morpheus gone.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Yeah," said Nick somewhat confused. Nyx seemed totally fine with the fact that he could see who she really was. "Are you looking for someone?" asked Nick.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

Nick laughed. “Really?” he asked. “You’re the one that just about died a minute ago. You should be the one resting. I’ll make the tea.” Nick blocked Delan’s way and nudged her towards the couch as hard as he could without hurting her.

"I didn’t just about die," she said, looking up at him. "You were the one who almost died. You just don’t know it." Delancourt stumbled back when she was pushed and half fell on the couch. She glared at Nick.

Nick filled the tea kettle with water and set it on the stove. “What now besides waiting?” asked Nick. He could feel Delancourt staring holes in the back of his head.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"Stay alive." she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why don’t you sit down Nick and tell me what you are." She knew there was something about him that wasn’t…human.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"What do you mean?" asked Nick, but he knew that the recognition of what she had just asked him had been given away by his eyes. Nick poured the boiling water into to mugs and put tea bags in them. Putting down the tea in front of Delan, he put his hands up behind his head and took a deep breath.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"You know what I mean," she growled, taking the tea. It was warm in her cold hands. "You’re not human, at least not a normal human. Neither am I and neither is that thing out there," she pointed to one of the exterior walls of the house. "What are you?"

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"It’s complicated. You wouldn’t understand, and it’s better if you didn’t." Nick sipped his tea, burning his mouth, but he didn’t flinch. He just swallowed the hot liqiud as if it were cool.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"I probably would actually," she said, pulling her legs up underneath her on the couch. "Try me." she said in a taunting manner.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Have you ever heard of Wesen?" Nick put his tea down not wanting to burn himself again.

[angelofdeath-and-darkness]

nick---burkhardt has found the Angel

Nyx was sitting in the field near her little house on the country side of England. Her wings her pulled close to her back and she had her knees to her chest. She felt cold and empty, as she always had since Morpheus had disappeared. Though she had stopped feeling so sick. That was at least better now.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She hoped everyone back at the Dreaming was alright. She really hated to leave them, but she had to find Morpheus.

There was a noise behind her and Nyx leaped to her feet, her wings fluttering out a bit as to keep her balance. She spotted a man, a stranger she’d never seen before, standing before her. “Who are you?” she asked, her silver eyes questioning.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Who are you too? May I ask." Nick wondered why this Wesen hadn't realised he was a Grimm yet. She was already in full woge, and she was looking straight at him. "I'm Nick," he didn't mention that having wings was somewhat strange.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

Nick laughed. “Really?” he asked. “You’re the one that just about died a minute ago. You should be the one resting. I’ll make the tea.” Nick blocked Delan’s way and nudged her towards the couch as hard as he could without hurting her.

"I didn’t just about die," she said, looking up at him. "You were the one who almost died. You just don’t know it." Delancourt stumbled back when she was pushed and half fell on the couch. She glared at Nick.

Nick filled the tea kettle with water and set it on the stove. “What now besides waiting?” asked Nick. He could feel Delancourt staring holes in the back of his head.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"Stay alive." she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why don’t you sit down Nick and tell me what you are." She knew there was something about him that wasn’t…human.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"What do you mean?" asked Nick, but he knew that the recognition of what she had just asked him had been given away by his eyes. Nick poured the boiling water into to mugs and put tea bags in them. Putting down the tea in front of Delan, he put his hands up behind his head and took a deep breath.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"You know what I mean," she growled, taking the tea. It was warm in her cold hands. "You’re not human, at least not a normal human. Neither am I and neither is that thing out there," she pointed to one of the exterior walls of the house. "What are you?"

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"It's complicated. You wouldn't understand, and it's better if you didn't." Nick sipped his tea, burning his mouth, but he didn't flinch. He just swallowed the hot liqiud as if it were cool.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

Nick laughed. “Really?” he asked. “You’re the one that just about died a minute ago. You should be the one resting. I’ll make the tea.” Nick blocked Delan’s way and nudged her towards the couch as hard as he could without hurting her.

"I didn’t just about die," she said, looking up at him. "You were the one who almost died. You just don’t know it." Delancourt stumbled back when she was pushed and half fell on the couch. She glared at Nick.

Nick filled the tea kettle with water and set it on the stove. “What now besides waiting?” asked Nick. He could feel Delancourt staring holes in the back of his head.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"Stay alive." she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why don’t you sit down Nick and tell me what you are." She knew there was something about him that wasn’t…human.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"What do you mean?" asked Nick, but he knew that the recognition of what she had just asked him had been given away by his eyes. Nick poured the boiling water into to mugs and put tea bags in them. Putting down the tea in front of Delan, he put his hands up behind his head and took a deep breath.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

Nick laughed. “Really?” he asked. “You’re the one that just about died a minute ago. You should be the one resting. I’ll make the tea.” Nick blocked Delan’s way and nudged her towards the couch as hard as he could without hurting her.

"I didn’t just about die," she said, looking up at him. "You were the one who almost died. You just don’t know it." Delancourt stumbled back when she was pushed and half fell on the couch. She glared at Nick.

Nick filled the tea kettle with water and set it on the stove. "What now besides waiting?" asked Nick. He could feel Delancourt staring holes in the back of his head.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Yeah. You’re losing a lot of blood. We need to do something about that before you bleed out." Nick took off his jacket and pressed it to her wound. "Is there anything in here to clean you up, Delan?" he asked, assuming that this wasn’t the first time she was a bloody mess.

"As if I didn’t know." She tended to get snarky when she was in such a position as this. "Yea, there is. There’s a first aid kit under the sink. Can you help me up?" She held out her hand to him, not sure she could actually get to her feet on her own.

Nick laughed. It was a bit funny that she decided to let him help her get up now, but he swallowed his laugh and was serious. The Darkness wasn’t something to mess around with and niether was Delan. He helped her up and started for the sink.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

She wobbled on her feet slightly and then followed Nick. Her bloodied hands gripped the white counter in an attempt not to fall. “Where did you come from Nick?” she asked, falling back into a chair. She looked at her arm, which was what had been slashed. The Darkness had gotten her good.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

Nick grappled around under the sink trying to find the first-aid kit. “What do you mean where did I come from? I was walking home from the bar.” Slipping his gun back in the hollister, he found the first-aid kit and opened it next to the chair Delan was sitting on.

"Where did you come from? Where did it come from?" Nick pulled out some bandages and ointment. He started to clean and wrap Delan’s wounds, and he hoped he was doing it right.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"I was just curious if you were from Portland or not. Sorry, my phrasing isn’t the best." she sighed. "My? I’m from that little incident called the Big Bang 14.3 billion years ago. So is it." she explained. She took the bandage from Nick. "I can do it." she said.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

Nick was confused. What did the big bang have anything to do with this? There was no way Delan was even around back then. “Okay,” said Nick as Delan took the bandages from him. Relieved that he didn’t have to worry about incorrectly tending Delan’s wounds, he brushed his hands off on his pants and looked to the shaking door. “I’m from here, Portland— can you tell me? What is the Darkness exactly?”

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"The Darkness is the humanoid form of all the Dark Matter in the universe. The Dark Matter makes up about 70% of the universe so it’s ridiculously powerful." she said, her eyes focused on the bandage. She wrapped it tightly around the wound. We had a fight earlier when it was in it’s human form. It’s not as powerful then. But when it like it is now…" she sighed and looked up. "It’s pretty bad." Her eyes looked over Nick, a pale blue in color. She was weak, but she was trying not to let on.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

Delan looked weaker than she was trying to be. Nick grabbed the bandage from her hand. “Let me. You need to rest.” Thoughts flew through his head. It was to much to wrap his mind around, but the way Delan had said it— what he had seen. It was real, and Delan didn’t deserve to die.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"I’m fine, Nick. I’ll be fine. Always am." she said. She tried to take the bandage back from him. Her hand shaking. She cursed herself. Why did she have to seem so weak?

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"No. You’re not fine." Nick didn’t let Delan take back the bandages. He finished wrapping her wounds and went looking for some asprin and tea for Delan. He found the asprin in the first-aid kit and handed it to Delan. "Here. Take some of this. Do you know where I can find something to make you tea? You look rather pale."

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

She took the asprin from Nick and put it back in the kit when he turned away. “I can make some,” she said, pushing out of the chair and making her way to the stove where the tea pot and tea sat.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

Nick laughed. "Really?" he asked. "You're the one that just about died a minute ago. You should be the one resting. I'll make the tea." Nick blocked Delan's way and nudged her towards the couch as hard as he could without hurting her.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Yeah. You’re losing a lot of blood. We need to do something about that before you bleed out." Nick took off his jacket and pressed it to her wound. "Is there anything in here to clean you up, Delan?" he asked, assuming that this wasn’t the first time she was a bloody mess.

"As if I didn’t know." She tended to get snarky when she was in such a position as this. "Yea, there is. There’s a first aid kit under the sink. Can you help me up?" She held out her hand to him, not sure she could actually get to her feet on her own.

Nick laughed. It was a bit funny that she decided to let him help her get up now, but he swallowed his laugh and was serious. The Darkness wasn’t something to mess around with and niether was Delan. He helped her up and started for the sink.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

She wobbled on her feet slightly and then followed Nick. Her bloodied hands gripped the white counter in an attempt not to fall. “Where did you come from Nick?” she asked, falling back into a chair. She looked at her arm, which was what had been slashed. The Darkness had gotten her good.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

Nick grappled around under the sink trying to find the first-aid kit. “What do you mean where did I come from? I was walking home from the bar.” Slipping his gun back in the hollister, he found the first-aid kit and opened it next to the chair Delan was sitting on.

"Where did you come from? Where did it come from?" Nick pulled out some bandages and ointment. He started to clean and wrap Delan’s wounds, and he hoped he was doing it right.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"I was just curious if you were from Portland or not. Sorry, my phrasing isn’t the best." she sighed. "My? I’m from that little incident called the Big Bang 14.3 billion years ago. So is it." she explained. She took the bandage from Nick. "I can do it." she said.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

Nick was confused. What did the big bang have anything to do with this? There was no way Delan was even around back then. “Okay,” said Nick as Delan took the bandages from him. Relieved that he didn’t have to worry about incorrectly tending Delan’s wounds, he brushed his hands off on his pants and looked to the shaking door. “I’m from here, Portland— can you tell me? What is the Darkness exactly?”

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"The Darkness is the humanoid form of all the Dark Matter in the universe. The Dark Matter makes up about 70% of the universe so it’s ridiculously powerful." she said, her eyes focused on the bandage. She wrapped it tightly around the wound. We had a fight earlier when it was in it’s human form. It’s not as powerful then. But when it like it is now…" she sighed and looked up. "It’s pretty bad." Her eyes looked over Nick, a pale blue in color. She was weak, but she was trying not to let on.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

Delan looked weaker than she was trying to be. Nick grabbed the bandage from her hand. “Let me. You need to rest.” Thoughts flew through his head. It was to much to wrap his mind around, but the way Delan had said it— what he had seen. It was real, and Delan didn’t deserve to die.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"I’m fine, Nick. I’ll be fine. Always am." she said. She tried to take the bandage back from him. Her hand shaking. She cursed herself. Why did she have to seem so weak?

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"No. You're not fine." Nick didn't let Delan take back the bandages. He finished wrapping her wounds and went looking for some asprin and tea for Delan. He found the asprin in the first-aid kit and handed it to Delan. "Here. Take some of this. Do you know where I can find something to make you tea? You look rather pale."

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

"Yeah. You’re losing a lot of blood. We need to do something about that before you bleed out." Nick took off his jacket and pressed it to her wound. "Is there anything in here to clean you up, Delan?" he asked, assuming that this wasn’t the first time she was a bloody mess.

"As if I didn’t know." She tended to get snarky when she was in such a position as this. "Yea, there is. There’s a first aid kit under the sink. Can you help me up?" She held out her hand to him, not sure she could actually get to her feet on her own.

Nick laughed. It was a bit funny that she decided to let him help her get up now, but he swallowed his laugh and was serious. The Darkness wasn’t something to mess around with and niether was Delan. He helped her up and started for the sink.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

She wobbled on her feet slightly and then followed Nick. Her bloodied hands gripped the white counter in an attempt not to fall. “Where did you come from Nick?” she asked, falling back into a chair. She looked at her arm, which was what had been slashed. The Darkness had gotten her good.

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Nick grappled around under the sink trying to find the first-aid kit. “What do you mean where did I come from? I was walking home from the bar.” Slipping his gun back in the hollister, he found the first-aid kit and opened it next to the chair Delan was sitting on.

"Where did you come from? Where did it come from?" Nick pulled out some bandages and ointment. He started to clean and wrap Delan’s wounds, and he hoped he was doing it right.

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"I was just curious if you were from Portland or not. Sorry, my phrasing isn’t the best." she sighed. "My? I’m from that little incident called the Big Bang 14.3 billion years ago. So is it." she explained. She took the bandage from Nick. "I can do it." she said.

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Nick was confused. What did the big bang have anything to do with this? There was no way Delan was even around back then. “Okay,” said Nick as Delan took the bandages from him. Relieved that he didn’t have to worry about incorrectly tending Delan’s wounds, he brushed his hands off on his pants and looked to the shaking door. “I’m from here, Portland— can you tell me? What is the Darkness exactly?”

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"The Darkness is the humanoid form of all the Dark Matter in the universe. The Dark Matter makes up about 70% of the universe so it’s ridiculously powerful." she said, her eyes focused on the bandage. She wrapped it tightly around the wound. We had a fight earlier when it was in it’s human form. It’s not as powerful then. But when it like it is now…" she sighed and looked up. "It’s pretty bad." Her eyes looked over Nick, a pale blue in color. She was weak, but she was trying not to let on.

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Delan looked weaker than she was trying to be. Nick grabbed the bandage from her hand. "Let me. You need to rest." Thoughts flew through his head. It was to much to wrap his mind around, but the way Delan had said it-- what he had seen. It was real, and Delan didn't deserve to die.

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"Yeah. You’re losing a lot of blood. We need to do something about that before you bleed out." Nick took off his jacket and pressed it to her wound. "Is there anything in here to clean you up, Delan?" he asked, assuming that this wasn’t the first time she was a bloody mess.

"As if I didn’t know." She tended to get snarky when she was in such a position as this. "Yea, there is. There’s a first aid kit under the sink. Can you help me up?" She held out her hand to him, not sure she could actually get to her feet on her own.

Nick laughed. It was a bit funny that she decided to let him help her get up now, but he swallowed his laugh and was serious. The Darkness wasn’t something to mess around with and niether was Delan. He helped her up and started for the sink.

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She wobbled on her feet slightly and then followed Nick. Her bloodied hands gripped the white counter in an attempt not to fall. “Where did you come from Nick?” she asked, falling back into a chair. She looked at her arm, which was what had been slashed. The Darkness had gotten her good.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

Nick grappled around under the sink trying to find the first-aid kit. “What do you mean where did I come from? I was walking home from the bar.” Slipping his gun back in the hollister, he found the first-aid kit and opened it next to the chair Delan was sitting on.

"Where did you come from? Where did it come from?" Nick pulled out some bandages and ointment. He started to clean and wrap Delan’s wounds, and he hoped he was doing it right.

[je-suis-le-reveur-deactivated20]

"I was just curious if you were from Portland or not. Sorry, my phrasing isn’t the best." she sighed. "My? I’m from that little incident called the Big Bang 14.3 billion years ago. So is it." she explained. She took the bandage from Nick. "I can do it." she said.

[nick---burkhardt-blog]

Nick was confused. What did the big bang have anything to do with this? There was no way Delan was even around back then. "Okay," said Nick as Delan took the bandages from him. Relieved that he didn't have to worry about incorrectly tending Delan's wounds, he brushed his hands off on his pants and looked to the shaking door. "I'm from here, Portland-- can you tell me? What is the Darkness exactly?"