[ It takes a bit for Sevika to show. After all, she did say she had other errands first. Vander rated at the bottom of what she needed to get to, so he had to wait. It won't take more than a bit over fifty or so minutes, however, to properly bully Silco, grab that dog crate, and move the unexpectedly vicious poro from the stove to a real, actual, safe enclosure... plus another stop right before here, but she left that one off her list.
Once that's all been settled, she arrives, strolling down the walk to the western corner of the grounds. She comes from the direction of the hospital, meandering with no particular hurry to meet up with Vander. Taking her time, smoking a cig as she goes, seeing if she can finish it off before she's within speaking range, but she won't quite make it. She's sure she'll have to discard the last of the cigarette when they. ]
Well?
[ She says that pausing a few paces away, then takes one last drag off the cigarette before flicking it away. ]
[Vander had mostly amused himself with the fact that Sevika had taken Silco's ear piece, as stated. He could imagine the temper tantrum, and it buoyed his mood as he wandered his way to the appointed area where she was coming to put a foot in his ass. He wasn't concerned in the least by the threat; it would provide a momentary distraction to everything else or lack of currently filling up his days and nights. Perhaps punching her out would improve his overall mood.
He arrived early and found a spot in the sun and remained sitting cross-legged and hunched over so that he could read a book. Accelerator had mentioned a library, and it seemed a waste not to find something of interest in that place, so he was reading a book on natural gas extraction. After all, Jayce was probably going to need a forge sooner than later.
He had his head down smoking a cigarette of his own when she arrived, still hunched over his book and turning the page. He slowly lifted his head at her single word of greeting and tapped ash on the grass next to him, a real novelty that. He surveyed her for a long quiet moment and the used his right hand to close his book.
He rose to his feet smoothly then butted out the cigarette on his arm brace.]
Well yourself. How long have you set aside for this particular ass kicking?
[ Sevika remained right where she was, watching him get to his feet with the same mild annoyance she so often offered nearly everything and everyone for daring to exist. There was a quick flit of her gaze to the book, an idle thought wondering what he was reading, but that wasn't all too important here. ]
Though I'd be surprised if I needed that long to put you in your place, old man.
[ Or not so old anymore. Good chance she's caught up to him in age by this point. ]
[Caitlyn considered approaching Vander via the network, but this feels like a conversation to have in person. She wants to tell him about Vi. Or, more specifically, the way she feels about Vi. It's not a conversation she's ever had before, the few girls she's...
Well, those girls are all in the past now. She's never quite felt about anybody the way she feels about Vi, and Vi's father is here, and it's possible he won't approve, given that he was none too complimentary about enforcers when they first met, and the fact that she's a Kiramman may only complicate things futher, and the family dynamic between Vander, Silco, Vi, and Jinx, which she doesn't entirely understand, already seems terribly complicated, and-- And she needs to stop thinking herself in circles.
Unfortunately, the time it's taking to knock on the wrong doors has only allowed her more time to overthink this. Taking a deep breath, posture so stiff her shoulders are practically at ear-height, she nervously knocks on another door.]
[Vander had taken an apartment that had been offered as soon as his Shimmer high had run its course. He had discovered where Sevika, Silco, and Jinx were staying by virtue that they couldn't help themselves in the usual tells, so he had chosen a place well away and on an upper floor. After all, he could probably survive the fall if it came to the ambush eventually.
He had picked up a work out routine again, both because he had nothing better to do to fill the time and because he saw a lot of fighting in his future. He hadn't exactly let himself go, but he hadn't dedicated the same amount of efforts as when he had been a youth. It was time to change that and return to form now that it seemed that fighting for Runeterra was the goal. That and it cleared his head for planning his next moves.
He paused in his push-ups at a knock on the door. Warily, he rose and walked to the door, grasping the kitchen knife he left there and hid it behind his back as he slowly turned the handle and opened the door wide enough to be able to see who was there.
Caitlyn Kiramann? He blinked and opened the door wider to check if Jayce was with her as well. No, just here. She looked... nervous.
Automatically, he leaned his shoulder on the door and his smile was warm and meant to be contagious.] To what do I owe this pleasure, Caitlyn. Come in. [He opened the door wider by simply leaning back with it, allowing her entrance to his sparse apartment. It wasn't like he owned anything but a single set of clothing.]
[Vander isn't going to waste either of their time with pointless questions. He can read the room and he's been following the network post just before her message came in, so he was in the know somewhat.
If he's of use, she'll call. If he's not, she won't.
He'll make it part of his business one way or another.]
(Here is a map. An incredibly complicated, puzzling map is sent to both Silco and Vander on different days, confusing directions towards the hole under the ground in the station. Enjoy, it makes zero sense, but she has faith in you and your old man spine.)
[ Vander will know how many rewrites this went through, because it's short and to the point.
Which means it was a monologue but he's cut it down mostly because he refuses to give anything away: ]
How far are you willing to go to protect Jinx if this moves in a direction you do not want? I assume you're playing peacemaker. We both know far that goes when one thinks they are in the right.
[ He doesn't know Damien, but he does know the kid was going to keep it from Jayce too ]
[Did it surprise him that Silco came knocking? A little. He expected Silco would protect Jinx on his own and pull resources for it, but then again, wasn't he nothing more than a resource too? Okay, so not surprised, but their history had to make this difficult.]
She's all I have left. How far do you think I'm willing to go to protect that?
[He was already moving in a direction he knew he would regret, but the road to hell was paved in good intentions.]
And if you're here to call me soft and weak, just get on with it. I have other priorities on my agenda right now.
action; west corner of the hospital grounds, post-poro network post
Once that's all been settled, she arrives, strolling down the walk to the western corner of the grounds. She comes from the direction of the hospital, meandering with no particular hurry to meet up with Vander. Taking her time, smoking a cig as she goes, seeing if she can finish it off before she's within speaking range, but she won't quite make it. She's sure she'll have to discard the last of the cigarette when they. ]
Well?
[ She says that pausing a few paces away, then takes one last drag off the cigarette before flicking it away. ]
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He arrived early and found a spot in the sun and remained sitting cross-legged and hunched over so that he could read a book. Accelerator had mentioned a library, and it seemed a waste not to find something of interest in that place, so he was reading a book on natural gas extraction. After all, Jayce was probably going to need a forge sooner than later.
He had his head down smoking a cigarette of his own when she arrived, still hunched over his book and turning the page. He slowly lifted his head at her single word of greeting and tapped ash on the grass next to him, a real novelty that. He surveyed her for a long quiet moment and the used his right hand to close his book.
He rose to his feet smoothly then butted out the cigarette on his arm brace.]
Well yourself. How long have you set aside for this particular ass kicking?
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[ Sevika remained right where she was, watching him get to his feet with the same mild annoyance she so often offered nearly everything and everyone for daring to exist. There was a quick flit of her gaze to the book, an idle thought wondering what he was reading, but that wasn't all too important here. ]
Though I'd be surprised if I needed that long to put you in your place, old man.
[ Or not so old anymore. Good chance she's caught up to him in age by this point. ]
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Well, those girls are all in the past now. She's never quite felt about anybody the way she feels about Vi, and Vi's father is here, and it's possible he won't approve, given that he was none too complimentary about enforcers when they first met, and the fact that she's a Kiramman may only complicate things futher, and the family dynamic between Vander, Silco, Vi, and Jinx, which she doesn't entirely understand, already seems terribly complicated, and-- And she needs to stop thinking herself in circles.
Unfortunately, the time it's taking to knock on the wrong doors has only allowed her more time to overthink this. Taking a deep breath, posture so stiff her shoulders are practically at ear-height, she nervously knocks on another door.]
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He had picked up a work out routine again, both because he had nothing better to do to fill the time and because he saw a lot of fighting in his future. He hadn't exactly let himself go, but he hadn't dedicated the same amount of efforts as when he had been a youth. It was time to change that and return to form now that it seemed that fighting for Runeterra was the goal. That and it cleared his head for planning his next moves.
He paused in his push-ups at a knock on the door. Warily, he rose and walked to the door, grasping the kitchen knife he left there and hid it behind his back as he slowly turned the handle and opened the door wide enough to be able to see who was there.
Caitlyn Kiramann? He blinked and opened the door wider to check if Jayce was with her as well. No, just here. She looked... nervous.
Automatically, he leaned his shoulder on the door and his smile was warm and meant to be contagious.] To what do I owe this pleasure, Caitlyn. Come in. [He opened the door wider by simply leaning back with it, allowing her entrance to his sparse apartment. It wasn't like he owned anything but a single set of clothing.]
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Has she told you what she's done?
[She sounds calmer than she came across earlier, but there's a hardness beneath the calm.]
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What I heard was at our worldly gathering. She and I have spoken briefly.
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Etraya has been compromised. Do not trust anyone who got pulled in after the train mission.
See network for further details.
[ Look, she's busy. She'll chat if she can, but expect it to be brief.
And yeah, she did send Vander a warning. If she ends up needing extra muscle, he is basically going to be it, even if she hates it! ]
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[Vander isn't going to waste either of their time with pointless questions. He can read the room and he's been following the network post just before her message came in, so he was in the know somewhat.
If he's of use, she'll call. If he's not, she won't.
He'll make it part of his business one way or another.]
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You must enjoy the attention.
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Where is Jinx?
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Not sure at present. She gets around. Why?
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How far are you willing to go to protect Jinx if this moves in a direction you do not want? I assume you're playing peacemaker. We both know far that goes when one thinks they are in the right.
[ He doesn't know Damien, but he does know the kid was going to keep it from Jayce too ]
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She's all I have left. How far do you think I'm willing to go to protect that?
[He was already moving in a direction he knew he would regret, but the road to hell was paved in good intentions.]
And if you're here to call me soft and weak, just get on with it. I have other priorities on my agenda right now.
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The theft's been called off. Can we meet? You decide when and where
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[Ambush perhaps? He was not an untrusting person, but he had considerable survival instincts where not being jumped was a high priority.]
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