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johnwick ([info]johnwick) wrote in [info]madisonvalley,
@ 2019-03-19 01:17:00

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Entry tags:!complete, !log, !open, ~2019 march, ~40 points, ~~john wick (johnwick), ~~violet parr (violetparr)

Who: John Wick [info]johnwick and OTA
What: John Wick arrives in Madison Valley
When: Tuesday, March 19, midday
Where: A hallway in an apartment building, condominium complex, or other multiunit facility.
Rating: Fan-Rated Teen
Warnings: Foul language, references to violence, and John Wick is not really a boogeyman, but some people think of him that way all the same.
NOTE: Not Open to Multiples
Status: Open/Complete

~*~


A full meal -complete with the light weight of dessert within easy reach- weighed down John's movements, making him feel slow, awkward, and uneasy in his skin. He had no perception of his surroundings outside the keys in his hand as he moved to open the catacomb's game. There was a history behind the keys he held which spanned back farther than anything John had been a part of to this point in his life; the keys would continue on with their history for far longer than any supposed "legend" about John Wick would last. 

John allowed himself a moment to close his eyes before he pushed the key forward.

"What?" 

He snapped his mouth shut hard enough to hear his teeth click, but it was too late. If anyone was within listening distance, they would have heard him. 

The gate was gone.

Acting quickly, John moved to put his back to the wall beside the ordinary looking door he'd tried to use an ancient set of keys on. He hoped whoever was on the other side of the door wasn't interested in a fight. John was a war machine caught out among the weapons for another man's battle.

There was no time to figure out how he'd gotten from the gate of the catacombs in Rome to standing in a perfectly ordinary hallway, before a perfectly ordinary door, weighed down by a perfectly extraordinary amount of weaponry. 

John kept his back to the hallway and started to move beyond the door toward the end of the hall. He would have to cross in front of the door. There was no helping it. The risk of moving from the wall which shared space with the door over to the opposing wall was higher than the risk of crossing the doorway with his back to it. The probability of him escaping the hallway without being injured was decreasing the longer he dawdled and John couldn't tolerate the thought of dying before having the pleasure of killing Santino D'Antonio. 

The sound of movement had John flattening himself to the wall once more, twisting toward the sound with his appetizer already in his hand as he warned, "Don't move. This isn't for you." 

Some weapons could be used against anyone for any reason.

John wasn't carrying any of those weapons on his person at present. 

All he wanted was to get out of wherever he was so he could fulfill his marker and then, definitely then, fulfill his unspoken promise to his Helen by killing the man who had killed their home with all its precious memories locked inside.

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[info]violetparr
2019-03-19 06:54 am UTC (link)
Violet wasn’t really used to being on her own. She had a roommate in her college dorm, which posed challenges to being a Super, and kept her a little more social as a young adult. Madison Valley was very different, though. She had her own apartment in a building not full of fellow freshman, with a thousand dollars in a bank account that was just handed to her and no way to reach her family. It was a very bizarre kidnapping in a lot of ways and it made her a little more jumpy than usual. She didn’t even have her supersuit with her, so she couldn’t go investigating things while invisible. That part was annoying.

She heard someone at her door, which was definitely not cool and very frightening given her current situation. Violet wasn’t the sort of person to run from danger though, not anymore. Yes, she was afraid, but she was going to face those fears head on. That was the whole point of all those hours of practice she’d put into developing her powers. She had to be able to use them effectively even when she was scared or running or in the heat of battle. She wasn’t expecting two of those three things when she cautiously opened her door, purple orb in hand.

Her eyes widened when she saw the man loaded up with guns, one of them pointed at her. The purple orb vanished and a larger, curved shape appeared in front of her. It was see through, but so far impenetrable. “Don’t shoot me!” Though she was scared, her voice was on the quieter side. Being loud would draw innocent people into this and she couldn’t have that. “Lower your weapon.” Violet wouldn’t be backing down. “No one here is going to hurt you.” Maybe he was new, too.

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[info]johnwick
2019-03-20 05:12 pm UTC (link)
Pyrotechnics weren't a new weapon in John's world. He'd seen flash grenades, laser sights, and more laser security measures than he wanted to recall during his unusual career. The glowing purple ball which had appeared then disappeared in front of the girl's hand was a minor distraction which did not concern him enough to lower his gun. John sized up the curved light in front of her -shield of some kind, custom work, probably expensive- and narrowed his brows in confusion as her words sunk in. 

"You think I'm worried about someone hurting me?" 

Arrogance wasn't a trait John was often accused of---to be fair, no one tended to accuse John Wick of anything negative. Ever. 

He had a reputation whether he wanted it or not. 

The girl held no weapon he could see. Her pyrotechnic display was curious without making John concerned. She was small, moved with a lightness which came from youth as much as hesitation in confronting a stranger, and she was very pretty. 

John chose to lower the gun based on the quick assessment he'd managed. It was her door he'd been stupid enough to ram a key into. She was the one who had a right to be worried, defensive, and/or violent. For all she knew, he'd come to her door specifically to draw a weapon on her, attack her, or even kill her. Confronting him without a gun in hand was either the result of lack of self-preservation skills or an overconfidence in the pyrotechnics she displayed so effortlessly. 

"I apologize for running into your door. I was on my way to somewhere else when I was suddenly here. I mean you no harm. I would appreciate it if you could tell me my current location because I do need to get back to what I was doing." 

Telling her the specifics of his previous task would only spook her or upset her or make her defensive so John chose to leave his explanation vague. 

Vague was something he did well. 

John Wick was more often a ghost story than a man. 

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[info]violetparr
2019-03-20 10:44 pm UTC (link)
Violet arched an eyebrow at his question. If he wasn't worried about someone hurting him, that meant he was the sort to rush into something single handedly and usually came out on top. Whatever sort of business he was into, it didn't look pretty. Her first thought was some sort of mob or gang, but he was dressed too nicely for the latter.

He lowered his gun, but she didn't lower her shield until he asked - in a roundabout way - what was going on. It became clear he had just recently arrived, which explained the fact that he had been at her door. He'd been expecting to open a different door, she assumed. Violet opened her door a little wider, but not by much, after she dropped the shield. She'd still be able to slam it in his face if she needed to.

"You're in Madison Valley, Indiana and today is March 19th, 2019. And before you say that's impossible, trust me. It's possible. I was in Metroville before I got here and that was just three days ago. It also wasn't 2019, so." Violet shrugged. "There's a Welcoming Committee that should be by in a few minutes with some information for you, along with a key to an apartment here in the building, a phone and laptop, and a credit card that's already got a thousand dollars on it to help with expenses while you settle in."

That was a lot of information to take in and even though he probably wouldn't be the sort to freak out in an outwardly manner, Violet was fairly confident he'd freak out internally. Any sane person wouldn't just accept all of this in stride.

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[info]johnwick
2019-03-21 02:41 am UTC (link)
Travel had been a part of the job for John from the first job he'd been assigned. He had willingly gone anywhere a target was located, gone alone, and gone without concern for what he might be going into. There had been more than one city representative -of either the local Continental or whatever passed for The Guild's home base where he'd been sent- who had met him upon his arrival to ask if he was there for a high-ranking target. 

Some of those meetings had been for people even more influential than The Pope. 

Some of those meetings had been about the person meeting him themselves. 

"I've never been---" 

John hesitated. His weapons weighed on him heavier than usual and he was very conscious of the extra mags in his belt taking up space where he might have been able to holster his G34. It wouldn't do him any good to try to find a place to hide his main course from view now. The girl had seen it. She wasn't going to forget he had it in his possession for no other reason than he'd hidden it behind a flap of fabric and even if she did forget the G34, what about the duffel John was carrying? There was nothing for it except to try to minimize the threat as best he could to put the girl more at ease.

Stuffing the G34 into his waistband, John pulled up his duffel to unzip it, moving to stow the Glock inside with the rest of his meal as he finished, "---to Indiana. I can't say I have ever been recommended the location. Where is Metroville?"

Another man might have asked if the Welcome Committee came armed. 

John Wick was more interested in how far the reach of the people in charge was since he'd been snapped up in Rome without a by-your-leave. He knew the time difference had to be deliberate. The idea he'd lost days or even weeks without any outward appearance of the passage of time was ludicrous. Sedatives took time to work. Any medication or mind-altering substance took time to work. There was nothing out in the wilds which could explain the situation he was in so John chose to do what he did best: adapt. 

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[info]violetparr
2019-03-21 04:40 am UTC (link)
To say that Violet was confused by him would have been a massive understatement. He seemed innately dangerous, yet she didn't feel threatened now that he'd lowered his weapon. Her eyebrows rose considerably when he opened his duffel to stow said weapon, since it was filled with what appeared to be enough for a small army. Or a one man army. She couldn't help but be curious about what he was coming from, though she didn't think it was her place to ask.

"Metroville doesn't seem to exist in this world. I tried looking for it." That had been a can of worms she wasn't interested in looking at again or even talking about because that line of questioning wasn't going to be productive. At all. "And I don't think anyone's been to Indiana voluntarily. Especially not a town like this. It's...quiet here."

She felt bad for him in a way. He'd clearly been on some kind of mission and now he was just here. He seemed polite, aside from the gun, so Violet decided she couldn't just let him stand out in the hallway loaded up like some kind of kamikaze soldier or whatever. She opened her door a bit more and stepped to the side.

"Do you want to come in? I don't have much, but I can make you a sandwich or some coffee? I'll tell you as much as I know about this place." Admittedly, it wasn't much, but he seemed like the sort who would appreciate information.

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[info]johnwick
2019-03-21 10:29 am UTC (link)
Cities which didn't exist were outside the scope of John Wick's experience.

John might have been considered a ghost story in the underworld, but he was still only a man in a world which was nothing more than the world at large. The idea of traveling through space and time was closer to a children's story than any reality he believed in; there had never been a time in his life when John Wick believed in children's stories. His hadn't been the kind of childhood where fairy tales were welcome at bedtime.

"You shouldn't invite strange men into your home."

He gave a sigh after looking both directions in the hallway to be met with the same nondescript area as before---with no sign of a 'Welcome Committee' anywhere in sight.

Hoisting the duffel higher on his shoulder, John offered a lop-sided grin, "I'm John Wick. I appreciate your hospitality. Thank you."

Once a greeting had been exchanged between two people, they were no longer strangers.

John thought of Helen as he moved toward the girl's doorway once more.

His wife would have welcomed a strange man in with the promise of food and drink. She had never known a stranger; Helen had never met a stray she could pass up offering a home. Their marriage had come about based on her innate goodness and her genuine concern for her fellow man.

John hadn't deserved her when they met and he didn't deserve her memory now she was gone.

Was that why he couldn't find peace? The universe was seeking a way to balance out the injustice of his marriage to a woman of peace when he was a man of war?

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[info]violetparr
2019-03-21 11:24 am UTC (link)
Violet shrugged when he said she shouldn't invite strange men into her home. "I can take care of myself," she replied. "And to be fair, most everyone is a stranger here." She'd only been around for a few days and had talked to less than a handful of people as she tried to navigate her new 'home'. That was such a weird concept to think about. She kept waiting for her parents to show up coming to save her, to bring her home. How long that feeling would last, she wasn't sure.

"Violet Parr," she added as she shut the door behind him. "If what the Welcoming Committee told me is true, your apartment will be set up the same way," Vi explained as she led the short way towards the kitchen. It was a very sparse apartment as of now because she literally had only her backpack when she'd arrived and that had been filled with her school supplies. She did have food in the fridge thankfully.

"There's a bathroom down that way, first door on the left, if you need." Although he seemed like the sort who was well prepared to go into battle and that probably meant hitting the bathroom before the mission started.

She moved toward the coffee maker first and got that set up to start percolating. It'd take a few minutes but that was alright. Vi used the opportunity to open her fridge to peruse what she had to offer. "It's not much, but I've got turkey, ham, swiss, lettuce, tomato, mustard and mayo. Just whole grain bread." It didn't seem quite like what he'd eat but maybe that was because she was just being self-conscious.

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[info]johnwick
2019-03-27 03:21 am UTC (link)
"That is fair enough," John agreed at her assertion most of the place he was in now was populated with strangers.

John Wick had been a stranger in a strange land from birth. The world was filled to the brim with unusual particulars he would never understand and had never understood to date. His marriage to Helen had been the closest he'd ever gotten to feeling as if he were a part of the world rather than something inflicted on it; even Helen couldn't make John feel at home in the world at large though she'd certainly made their home home to him.

Carefully lowering the bag to the floor by the door, John followed Violet to her kitchenette. It was set up with an economy of space in mind and appeared to have everything furnished for a full kitchen. He wouldn't want for the ability to make his own food if his apartment was identical to hers---and there was no reason to believe it wouldn't be.

"I prefer whole grain bread. I'm from New York. We're particular about our breads."

There was no such thing as a 'bagel' anywhere other than New York.

John leaned against the wall beside the open kitchen area to allow Violet enough space to move as she pleased. The apartment felt strangely intimate to him. He imagined it was because of the size of the space more than the fact he was alone with the young woman while she made a good effort to showcase her hospitality to its finest.

"How about you fix me what you want? We'll share a sandwich while we wait on my welcome wagon to arrive?"

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[info]violetparr
2019-03-27 09:24 am UTC (link)
Violet wondered if he meant New York City when he said New York, but didn't ask. Metroville was not a small city by any means. It just didn't seem as big and as grand as anything describing New York City made it out to be. She has never had a reason to go there, never really wanted to leave her hometown really, but now that was out the window. Violet wished her first experience outside of Metroville - aside from that one mission to the remote island where they'd gone to save her dad - wasn't Madison Valley, Indiana.

As he settled against the wall, away from her enough to give her space, she couldn't help but notice that she was very much aware of where he was in relation to her at any given time. He wasn't threatening, certainly wasn't doing anything that gave her bad vibes, but he was a stranger in her place of residence and maybe she shouldn't have invited him in. Violet glanced over at him and hoped she wouldn't regret it.

"Sure, I can do that," she replied. It was a reasonable suggestion and she didn't think there were any ulterior motives behind the request. She gathered up everything from her fridge in two trips and moved about the kitchen easily to get the plate, a knife - one of those dull, butter knives - and set about making their sandwiches.

"So," Violet said after a few moments' silence. "Am I allowed to ask why you're so heavily armed?" There was a part of her that expected he'd tell her no, that it was none of her concern. It was weird though, and maybe he'd feel compelled to answer because she was feeding him. "Oh, and if we could keep the force field between us, I'd really appreciate it." She still wasn't sure how Supers were viewed here and keeping her identity secret was pretty much the number one rule for being a Super.

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[info]johnwick
2019-03-28 01:37 am UTC (link)
'Comfortable' was not a feeling John Wick inspired in others.

He had been told on more than a few occasions his presence was everything from the innocuous 'uncomfortable' to the preposterous 'otherworldly.'

No one ignored John Wick.

Except.

This girl, Violet Parr of Metroville, seemed to be content enough to go about her regular life while he held up a wall in her apartment. She didn't rush or hesitate as she moved around her kitchen. Her hands were steady while she set ingredients out for sandwiches. John watched her eyes and she rarely even spared him a glance much less watched him the way others did when he had them alone.

"It depends."

John considered his words before saying, "Am I allowed to tell you why I'm so heavily armed without making you afraid?"

There was a novelty in being with someone who wasn't afraid of him which John wasn't ready to lose. He wanted a few more minutes holding up a wall while a young woman made him food to share. He wanted a few more minutes of peace before he had to go back to being a man made only for war. He was allowed to want a little for himself, wasn't he? Hadn't he earned at least a few minutes more courtesy of his abduction from his latest kill game?

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[info]violetparr
2019-03-29 04:55 am UTC (link)
Violet was a little curious about his response and turned to glance at him, more to figure out how she wanted to reply. She couldn't tell him that his answer wouldn't scare her. That would have been a lie. It made her wonder though just how many people were afraid of him and if she was making the wrong assumptions about him.

"I can't promise that I won't be concerned about your answer," she settled on as a reply. It was the truth. "You're clearly an expert with your weapons, and seasoned enough to not shoot me right away," she reasoned as she continued to make their sandwiches. They were both made exactly the same, with a little of everything and cut diagonally.

"So I don't think you're the type to kill indiscriminately. You don't have to tell me, though. Whatever problems you're dealing with in your world, it doesn't really matter here as far as I can tell." He deserved a chance to put it behind him if he wanted. Violet wasn't going to take that away from him.

The coffee maker pinged to signal it was done brewing, so she moved to take two mugs - simple white ones - from the cabinet. "How do you take your coffee?" she asked, though she had a feeling he liked it black.

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[info]johnwick
2019-03-30 05:01 am UTC (link)
"I can understand and appreciate how and why you might feel concerned. I only hope I can avoid making you afraid."

John noticed Violet had sliced their sandwiches in two, little triangles which were charming enough he couldn't help the way his lips twitched upwards.

"Weapons are meant to be respected. I respect mine. That's one reason you might have for feeling I'm experienced with them. In terms of killing indiscriminately? You're wrong about me in that regard."

Men who counted their kills weren't really killers.

They were sport hunters for whom the act of killing had more meaning than the ending of the vital functions of another.

John couldn't say how many he had killed over the course of his life. Dozens? Hundreds? Had he reached a thousand? How many more would he kill before his own vitals stopped?

The numbers weren't what was important to John. In the end, he wasn't a numbers man. He was an action man. His actions caused effects and those effects varied in severity from the ending of one set of vitals to the ending of an entire bloodline's vitals.

People didn't come to John to run up his numbers or because they knew his numbers in a way he didn't.

People came to John because they knew he wouldn't care how much or how little his numbers changed as long as he finished the job.

"I kill people. I have killed many, many people. I am hired -or the more accurate word would be 'contracted'- to kill people. People contract me specifically because they know I'll kill as many people as it takes to kill the people who are my targets. I don't give up. I don't stop. I don't fail. Ever."

John met Violet's eyes as he added, "Black. I take my coffee black, thank you."

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[info]violetparr
2019-03-30 06:03 am UTC (link)
Somehow it mattered more to him that she be concerned instead of afraid. Violet was more concerned now, truthfully, because whatever his answer would be, she had a feeling she wasn't going to like it.

She busied herself with pouring coffee into the mugs as she waited to see what he'd say. She didn't have to wait long, though after he explained what he did, she very much wished he hadn't. Her gaze lifted to his and Violet kept it steadily as she considered the weight and impact of his words. Contract killers were plot devices, something that belonged in books, movies, television. Not real life.

"Well, I think it's safe to say you aren't here to kill me," Violet said, deciding for the moment to not be afraid. She was definitely concerned though. "Here," she added as she handed him the mug. It was a deliberate movement for her as she turned her back to him so that she could go to the fridge to get the cream and sugar she needed for her coffee. Then, once that was done, she moved to the table and took a seat opposite of the seat that would be closest to him.

"Do you kill only people who deserve it? Bad people?" She wanted to reason it out, to provide some sort of logic as to why he did what he did, why he was the way he was. How she could be okay with him sitting across from her, eating a sandwich, like he was completely normal. Maybe there wasn't any logic to it, but Violet had to try.

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[info]johnwick
2019-03-31 01:24 pm UTC (link)
Fear was the worst thing to deal with in a private engagement. That was John Wick's feeling on the matter at least.

He focused on maintaining slow, deliberate movements as he accepted his coffee from the girl while she fixed her own to her preferences. There was a tension between them which hadn't existed before he'd spoken. John knew some answers weren't meant to be accepted easily; he seated himself at her table with the sandwich and mug she'd provided him.

"I am most assuredly not here to kill you."

John didn't explain she would have already been dead if he'd been sent for her.

Some answers were better not given at all.

Food was a welcome distraction for a moment as John took a bite of the sandwich he'd been provided. He ate as carefully as he did everything else. All his movements were slow, deliberate, and exact. Some thought he had overdeveloped senses from years of anticipating every reaction to every action in order to ensure his own survival.

John liked to think he was merely respectful of everyone equally.

Anyone could be a threat thus everyone should be considered such from the outset.

"I've learned everyone is 'bad' to someone somewhere. Bad or good are labels applied by others based around varying moral codes. It isn't my job or my place to decide whose moral code is correct and whose is not. I kill whoever I'm contracted for as long as the terms of my engagement are met beforehand."

He had been on his way to kill Gianna D'Antonio---a woman who many would consider evil incarnate yet John had always found her elegant and well-mannered. Gianna fought for her place in the world in a way necessary to ensure her seat at the high table remained hers. Her world was not the same as the one this girl inhabited. Did that mean she was more or less worthy of a bullet from John's gun? Who got to make that call?

John wasn't sure if anyone was qualified to determine who should live and who should die.

"I'm glad it isn't my place to decide who gets to live and who has to die. I consider myself a part of the balance of things. Some people will never know I exist while others will only meet me once before they die and still others? Well. They're the ones who nod at me when we pass on the street or in a safe space. Professional courtesy exists in all professions. Mine included. What about you? Do you work?"

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[info]violetparr
2019-04-01 04:06 am UTC (link)
"Good," she replied. "That's good." Violet was choosing to believe him even though she had no real reason to. She didn't know him from a hole in the wall, but she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. It felt important, like it made a difference, and though she was beginning to question her gut, she still wanted to trust it right now.

It seemed kind of lonely, the way he described his life. She couldn't imagine that, being able to set aside her own moral code to do what he did. Violet wanted to understand why he'd ended up as a contract killer, how he slept at night knowing that he'd killed people simply because someone else wanted them dead. She didn't feel like she could ask those questions, not when she'd only just met him, so instead she mulled over what he said as she took a bite of her sandwich.

"That makes sense," Violet conceded. The concept of good and bad depended on the society that a person was raised in. It varied, family to family, town to town. Maybe he had been raised in a part of the world that was kill or be killed, or there were no other options for him like how it was sometimes for people who joined gangs. "I never really thought that...people with your profession were real. Just something for movies or books or something," she admitted. Somehow, she didn't think he'd judge her for that.

"I'm a college student," she answered, "and when I'm not studying, my family and I are superheroes. It's not...something people know about me, though. Which I didn't necessarily thing through when I answered the door ready for an attack but..." Violet trailed off and shrugged. "Better to be prepared and have one person know my secret, I guess." She glanced from him to his sandwich and back. "Do you like it?"

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[info]johnwick
2019-04-02 12:01 am UTC (link)
John offered a close-lipped smile as he continued to eat his sandwich, slow and sedate. He had good table manners. There was no reason to hurry or rush a meal spent with fine company who only wanted to understand him---as if he could be understood.

Who could understand the world John Wick lived in? If they weren't from a world like his? If they had never had to live as he lived? If they had never survived for the sake of survival as John did?

"I have never met a---superhero. That means we have something in common. We're both a fiction in action to each other. I will say I think we differ in one regard."

John took a drink of his coffee to clear his mouth as he gave in to the urge to grin at his host, offering to her as he leaned forward in his seat, "I'm positive there aren't superheroes where I'm from, but where you're from? There's probably plenty of men like me. Killers aren't as interesting as superheroes."

Every world which had death also had to have killers.

Death didn't come only by natural means.

That was a childish notion and John Wick had left childhood behind long before he'd become a man in the eyes of any world.

"It is a very good sandwich," John said, chuckling as he sat back in his chair, picking up the other half to start in on it, "I hope I have the opportunity to repay you for it. I can't cook, but I can make a sandwich."

John tried not to think about the fact she was a college student where she lived. Her life was probably far simpler than his and she would be better off if he left her alone in whatever future he had in this new place. There was every likelihood he'd be ejected as soon as abruptly as he'd been inserted into "Madison."

"You have---powers?"

That seemed a logical question for him to ask.

Superheroes had powers in the movies. Violet had been protected by some sort of glow. He'd thought it was a shield of some kind generated by a laser or some other sort of weapon he hadn't run across before.

People were always looking for new ways to hurt each other. Kill each other. Kill.

John Wick knew better than anyone how many ways there were to kill and how many more ways could be dreamed up.

John Wick was only as successful as he was because he never stopped finding new ways to kill, to survive---new ways to be a better monster.

"People accuse me of having powers. I don't. In case that was a question you might have wanted to ask."

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[info]violetparr
2019-04-03 05:31 am UTC (link)
He was trying to relate to her. It was kind of funny and surprising, something a little unexpected but not unappreciated in any way. Violet smiled. "We call ourselves Supers in my world," she offered. He already knew she had powers, offering up that bit of information wasn't going to hurt anything. She did agree that it was very likely his profession existed in her world. It felt a little bit like she was coming out even further from the sheltered life her parents had provided for her and she couldn't help but wonder if maybe being in Madison would be good for her in that way.

She waved off his offer of repayment. "It's not necessary. Just pass it forward, I guess, if you really want to. And you can buy someone a sandwich if you don't want to make it," Violet added, a bit teasingly. She did have to stop herself from offering to teach him a few of the simple recipes she knew. That was probably a bit too much. It wasn't like they were friends or that they knew each other. She was just helping him out for now and maybe they'd see each other again. Maybe they wouldn't. Either way it would be okay, or so she told herself.

At his question, she nodded. "I can turn myself invisible. Just myself though. My supersuit was designed specifically to disappear with me, but I can't do it with clothes like I'm wearing now. I can also create force fields, which is what I threw up when I realized you were pointing a gun at me. The sphere, that's sort of a miniaturized force field that I use as a projectile." Violet realized she probably shouldn't have said all of that after the fact - of course - but she tried not to worry about it too much. It wasn't like she'd told him all her weaknesses.

"You're probably just really good at what you do," Vi mused, though that probably wasn't a good thing for any of his targets.

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[info]johnwick
2019-04-04 01:31 am UTC (link)
'Pay It Forward' was a concept John Wick understood.

He doubted very highly Violet Parr would appreciate his understanding of the saying.

Sometimes it was for the best people were unaware of the existence of John Wick or his world. He had no reason to want to share the horrors he'd committed with anyone, much less the young woman who had been kind enough to welcome him into her own new-to-her home and feed him from her own kitchen. Violet had given him all she had to offer; John wasn't about to share with her the kinds of things he offered to others.

John Wick should only be a myth to those who deserved to lose sleep over the man who kills The Boogeyman.

The rest of the world should be left to fall asleep ignorant of the real monsters who existed in the dark.

"Supersuit?" John quirked a brow, "I do know quite a bit about suits, but I'm not sure even I have ever worn a 'super suit.' I have a feeling it's something which had a lot more customization than even mine---which I will tell you was designed specifically for the dinner party I am not attending right now."

He was spared having to explain what kind of dinner party required a tactical suit by the sound of a knock at the door.

Twisting in his seat, John tried to listen as closely as he could to ascertain what sort of potential danger could be out in the hall. He didn't have superpowers, only the regular senses of a man who knew the value of silence and the penalty of making too much noise in the wrong place at the wrong time. He raised a hand to subtly motion Violet to remain behind him as he raised from the chair.

"I don't think they're for you. I believe it might be the 'Welcoming Committee' you mentioned earlier."

John didn't hear anything which alarmed him. There weren't any sounds of weapons or heavy padding or combat gear. The only sounds were feet shuffling and quiet whispers in which he thought he heard his name.

"I'll be glad to carry on our conversation at a later time if circumstances permit."

He retrieved his duffel and his weapons accordingly, striding to the door to greet his personal greeters.

"I thank you for your hospitality, Violet. I will do my best to pay it forward if I'm offered the opportunity myself. I think I'll see myself out in order to let you get back to your evening. It was a very good sandwich."

John gave a final, short bow before opening the door to be accosted by what he had not exactly pictured or been prepared for by way of a Welcoming Committee which sealed in for him: he was now a resident of Madison whether he liked it or not. 

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