the miles are way too long

[saviorexe]

WHO: Markus, Ardyn, V & various
WHERE: All around.
WHEN: The first half of IC November.
WHAT: This is basically a catch-all log for my characters.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: None, will add if any crop up.

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[saviorexe]

[There's less tension in the both of them, the lines of their bodies not as angled as when they first met. Even so, none of this is easy. Markus notes the doubt and self-consciousness creeping into her words, all of it accentuated with the dip of Kara's head.]

I know what that feels like. To be unmoored from a purpose. [Ripped straight out of the hands of a burgeoning revolution, to a future unknown, in a body that wasn't his. Markus can indeed relate.] I can't say that you'll ever forget it, knowing what you left behind.

[A shade at their backs, following all they do in this world. Markus looks out across the city block, at the green interspersed against brick and mortar.]

But it isn't all so bad, if we have to stay here for a little while. I think all of us are flirting with the idea of personhood and what to do with it, away from Detroit.

[He's silent for a moment, then-] No one will kick you out of the safehouse. You don't need to worry about that. But if you need a place, my apartment is small, but you're more than welcome to stay for as long as needed. If you don't mind sharing a space with myself and Connor.

[Though-] North's a friend of mine; she's one of us, too. [He isn't certain if she's met her or not.] Maybe you could ask what her plans are.

[hadtolose]

[ Kara lifts her head, glancing back at him with a concerned frown. Even if she was aware the greater bond they shared, she hadn't thought of the smaller things, such as his experiences. Curiosity burns in her for a brief moment, but it fades quickly. It wasn't her place to ask. She hadn't even come to terms with her own experiences, after all.

She decides to move past that subject. ]

Maybe you're right. [ She gives a wry smile. ] There's a little less to be afraid of here.

[ Just a little bit. The weak joke was a sign of progress, at least. ]

I...really appreciate that, Markus. [ Her reply comes after a silence of her own. She needed some time to recover from the rush of gratitude she felt. ] I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet, but I feel better, knowing I have the option.

[ Even if Connor was, well, Connor.

She takes a moment to contemplate her next response. ]

I've talked to her. We never met personally in Detroit, but I remember seeing her. She's...headstrong. [ To put it nicely. ] Has she always been like that?

[saviorexe]

[He lets silence settle where it must, and smiles faintly wider at the jokes, weak or otherwise. At the mention of North, however, Markus looks back out towards the horizon, interrupted by the sharp lines of the city.]

Headstrong is one word for it. I actually haven't known her for very long; a handful of days at the most. But-

[A forefinger and thumb loosely plays with a leaf, overgrown across the railing.]

She is headstrong. Motivated and determined. Sometimes I wish I could be more successful in turning that focus towards something less... fiery. [In a manner of speaking.] Her distrust makes it hard for her to want to cooperate with humans.