Who: Chris Argent and Nyssa al Ghul What: The feels, oh God the feels When: Backdated to Sunday evening Where: Somewhere around town Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
The past week and a half or so had been a lot. Not so much for Chris, he'd largely escaped everything, but he'd seen how it'd gone for everybody else. He wouldn't lie, part of him was grateful Victoria hadn't shown up for him and part of him wondered how it would have gone. He had a feeling the answer was "not well".
But that was something to ruminate over later. Preferably not when he and Nyssa were chasing each other over rooftops with risk of falling and breaking something. He'd stumbled over something, probably tweaked his ankle, but he'd kept going. He'd probably feel it later, but he'd kept going. Chris was nothing if not stubborn, after all.
Well, that was the polite way of putting it.
He skidded to a stop, ducked, slid a blade out of... somewhere or other... and spun, hand opening and letting the knife fly.