valentineluke | (no subject)

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Location: Building 9 apartment #6

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(In need of a drink?)

If you want to talk about it, I will listen.

You saw for yourself. John's back.

And someone gave him a head's up.

Not the one we knew.

About the nightmare?

What are you talking about? It's John. He sure as hell isn't the other one.

He's busy. I was hoping to get a hold of the situation first. But, as I said, someone gave him a warning.

More than likely the City pulled John from a different point in his timeline.

Or an instinctive reaction to the scary blonde bombardment.

Fucking shit.

Don't give me that. You know what a bombardment looks like from me. I was being civil.

Thankfully the Red Guard is gone. Xuchilbara and the rest of 'his' damn ilk would have been quick to take advantage.

In between veiled threats. You may have to earn his trust.

Why even mention them. That shit is long over. And even if they were around, you and others have caught on.

That's part of the purpose.

Because the mansion still stands.

Hmm.

Dinosaur bones don't mean the dinosaurs are coming back.

I know what you're doing.

There maybe the possibility of something left behind that isn't harmless fossils.

Which is?

Adaptation at the most. No wear near as deadly as the first.

Making an attempt to distract.

Extinction would be best.

Only for the night.

Shell fish? Birds? There's always variation.

I chose to wait. Who do you owe the good deed to?

Mutated nightmares.

No one.

I'm telling Cori you said that.

Why then? Quality time?

The Corinthian isn't one of them.

Alone time. Dropped into a strange place and immediately confronted by another self's checkered past - who wouldn't need a bit of respite.

I know that but he is a nightmare.

You want to run that by me again? You met up with yourself?

Yes, they all are. But he isn't among their foul ranks.

No, was referring to John.

Cori makes his own kind of bad. I like him that way.

He can protect himself if he needs to. After all, he only just got here. Not like I'd kill him.

I know. Yet, couldn't help feeling some sympathy for John. Death has clearly softened me a bit.

You were dead before, Luke. Now you're just City dead.

Was referring to my true death. Before it, I felt little if anything for others.

Vampire types are all kinds of dead. Easy mistake. Now I think I know what you mean. It could have something to do with the company.

New world, new life, contract with Millennium null and void.

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