Characters: Cable and Domino Where: Upper East Side, nearing the edge of Central Park What: An arrival When: Day 10, morning Rating: Finished, pretty light outside of references to violence.
It felt like his blood was on fire. That was the only explanation for how the power running in his veins seemed more like poison. There was the taste of something metallic in the back of his throat, and he ignored it, rising from the pod smoothly. It was quiet out. Too quiet. He was in a city. A run down city that didn't seem functioning, and there was an ominous sensation in the air. His hand went reflexively to his back, as if expecting to find something hanging there, but there was nothing. Grimly he took stock of the streets around him which were quiet and desolate, but he suspected the noise of the pod was going to attract attention sooner or later. Situations like this, they brought out the scavengers. He wasn't sure why he knew that, but he knew that. Despite everything, he felt calm. His name was Nathan Summers. Part of him was machine. The other part of him was something else.
His arm was quiet when it moved; no whirling gears or metal scraped against metal. It felt smoother, like the material was not average. There was this dull ache with every movement he made, with every breath he took in and out, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. Now was not the type to list his weaknesses. Now was the time to be strong. He picked up the pack and slung it on him, the sunlight glinting off his flashing cybernetic eye. Nate needed to find weapons. He needed to get to the higher ground. This terrain was not unfamiliar to him, but it was also not his preference; cities were different to maneuver in. Too much crowded area. He needed space. Grimly, he strode down the street, his eye zooming in on what appeared to be something different in the distance. A tree? Hm.
It was then he pulled out what looked to be a communication device. Nate turned it upside down, a temptation to cut it open and see how it worked underlining his curiosity. But he needed it to be functioning. There were words on it, discussion. Strangers. For now he ignored that and put it back in. He reached out hesitantly, a long invisible arm stretching from his mind, and he regretted it instantly. The moment he looked to grasp for feelings and thoughts, his body lurched and the cold metal dug into his skin. Nate paused, leaning against the side of a building, sucking in the pain and spitting it back out. He wouldn't try that again any time soon.
So he walked. His stance was confident but it could quickly become hostile. For now he was searching. If the answers weren't coming to him, he would have to find a way to the answers. He stepped into what appeared to be a park and hesitated by the entryway to it. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?