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Vincent had stayed out of the majority of the struggles here in New York. It wasn’t his business and he was tired. Not to mention there were certain beings attentions he had no desire of attracting.
It would be one evening that he was out walking Cerberus when the dog slipped out of his collar and took off running. Swearing to himself, the Olympian took off after him.
What now?
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[txt] How goes the romancing of the ginger?
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He’d seen the chat between MC and V. At first he tried to get a hold of V, but it seemed that after he’d logged-out, he wasn’t answering his phone.
So it was apparently time for the waiting game.
(ZEN has entered the chat)
ZEN: Aw MC were you waiting for me?
ZEN: You can always text me if you miss me, you know~
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V had gotten to the gallery long before the show was actually supposed to start. He was just a little nervous, sitting in a corner and wringing his hands. When he was recognized as the photographer holding the show, they had let him right through, thinking he needed to help set up. But all he really did was watch them.
Finally, he pulled out his phone.
(text) I’m at the gallery already. Feel free to head over when you’re ready.
He’d be fine once the show actually started. He knew how to work a crowd.
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“MC, I found some old pictures in a box. Would you like to help me go through them?”
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“Your boyfriend is insane.”
Phone Home
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Crow was used to running both metaphorically and literally, though he was definitely better at the former than the latter. He’d been meaning to get some better strength and stamina into his legs, but that usually boiled down to ‘why run when I can fly?’
Which he could.
Usually.
But the electromagnetic experiments those humans had conducted had really got them in a tizzy about him, so they kept doing it. And one thing led to another, and the amplifier in his brain started overheating.
Which was really a joy all around for him.
He couldn’t decide which was worse; the splitting migraine, or the fact that he couldn’t maintain any semblance of a pattern of flight. He could feel the amplifier short-circuiting-- ow-- and he knew it wasn’t going to be long before he hit the ground.
Which he did.
Crow had been hoping to get out of this massive city, but no such luck. He made it more towards the outskirts before he came down, his biotics giving out as he plummeted to the ground.
He was hoping for a soft patch of grass, or maybe a pool or something, but it didn’t look like there was much of that in this neighborhood. So he brought his arms up in front of his face and braced for impact.
He hit the side of what felt like a generator; maybe even an air conditioner, but either way it smashed under the impact and he rolled to a stop a few feet away, his face slammed into the concrete.
Crow stayed still. He needed a second. Or ten.
Or, like... a hundred.
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(text) Seven said you’re matchmaking again
