Kate Pryde | Shadowcat ([personal profile] prydeful) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-08-14 09:46 pm

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They enter.

That simple, no dramatics, no fanfare, just tired faces. Faith's body is covered in streaks of brown-red, the result of trying to clean off blood without time or water to do it properly, and the rest don't look much better. Dirt, sweat, blood--in some cases their own, in some others', because you can get things cleaned up, bandaged, but the long showers that get it clean in the end, that takes time. There's the scent of violence, smoke, gunpowder, ash, tears, anger, all around them, and they are tired, and dirty, but they're alive, and not hurting too badly.

They enter: Ace, Faith, Kitty, Susannah, Zoe, and the door closes behind them.

[identity profile] xan-shaped.livejournal.com 2005-08-15 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
He nods, looking maybe a little pale. But it's not like he's had to do anything, so he can just suck it up.

"... I miss out on all that stuff these days. Were there any tentacles?"

[identity profile] xan-shaped.livejournal.com 2005-08-15 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
He nods.

Quietly: "Can I ... do anything?"

[identity profile] xan-shaped.livejournal.com 2005-08-15 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
He glances around at the group.

"I ... don't think I've met them. But there's nothing like post-cataclysmic-battle bonding."

[identity profile] xan-shaped.livejournal.com 2005-08-15 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
He gives Kitty a pat on the shoulder, smiling tentatively. "You need anything, you just call, ya hear? I'll be on standby with ice cream and amusing personal anecdotes."

[identity profile] xan-shaped.livejournal.com 2005-08-15 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
The smile grows.

"You got it."