Number Nine | The Lorien Legacies (lastbitofmercy) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2023-03-26 23:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, number nine (lastbitofmercy), ~2023 march, ~~nina zenik (paymeinwaffles) |
WHO: Number Nine and OPEN
WHAT: Exploring
WHEN: Monday morning
WHERE: Downtown, finally Starbucks
WARNINGS: TBD, probably not
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Even though a whole day had passed now since Nine arrived in Madison Valley, he was still tense from the battle he'd been pulled away from. And pissed. Definitely pissed. They'd finally come to the point where they were going to challenge Setrákus Ra and defeat him or die trying when he'd found himself here. In fucking Indiana. He might have yelled into his pillow an awful lot last night...and maybe punched the wall once. He was going to have to figure out how to fix that sometime.
Now, though, he was trying to be a bit quieter. Calmer. He wasn't great at being calm, not since Sandor had died and he'd been trapped in the Mogadorian jail for over a year. He usually felt anxious, on edge, wanting to fight at any chance he got. He'd always been like that a little, but his experiences had certainly made it worse.
It was fairly early in the morning, mabe an hour after sunrise, when he approached the Starbucks. He was pretty familiar with them, as Chicago had them on literally every corner. Stepping inside, it was easy to see that the place was completely full, not a single chair open to sit in. That was okay. He got his drink, and activated his anti-gravity legacy, easily walking up the wall and crossing his legs to sit on the ceiling and enjoy his coffee and muffin.