Who: Bly and the Archer What: Meeting Where: An alley a few blocks from Hamartia When: Saturday, midnight Warnings: Awkward Bly-ness
The closer Saturday came, the more and more nervous Bly got. He didn't get what was up with people and grungy alleys and dive bars and midnight. It was like everyone was in a fairy tale or something. Which made him Prince Charming. Or a mouse-turned-boy. Or a puppet. Eugh. He panicked more and blared his music louder on his headphones, wielding two pieces of metal together. When he finished, he realized he had done it all wrong, and sighed. Seriously, eff his life. He pushed the metal aside and poked at the three completed items waiting for delivery. He really needed to tell everyone about them. The whip, the grappling hook, and the grenade launcher. Works of art, all of them, and the whip most of all. It had been hard to figure out, but now that it was done... There wasn't a woman alive sexier than that whip.
Smiling to himself, he pulled on his socks and shoes and trudged into the kitchen. He had no idea where Jess was, but that was okay. She could handle herself. He figured he ought to give her something though, like a gun or a taser, just in case. Snickering as he tugged at the hem of his "Don't Taze Me, Bro" shirt, he popped open the refrigerator and grabbed a can of Mountain Dew. All ready for his night, he left Jess a note just in case - If I'm not here when you wake up and you haven't heard from me call the cops and send them to Hamartia - and headed out.
The bike ride didn't take that long, and he was getting used to riding places in the dark. It helped that he had two small weapons tucked away in his hoody, both of which could be pimped at a moment's notice. Feeling pretty good about himself, safe and cool and smooth, he chained his bike to a street light and wandered towards the mouth of the alley. It was dark, so he reached into his bag and pulled out his high-powered flashlight, shining the beam into the darkness. He wasn't stupid. There was no way in hell he was wandering down a dark alley to get mugged by some psycho. Strange shit was happening these days, shit he wanted nothing to do with. Not that anyone wanted much to do with shit anyway. But yeah.
"Archer?" he asked, his voice too-loud in the darkness. "You there?" Shit, she probably hadn't come. Or maybe she was a freak and was half up a wall and waiting to kill him. Goddamnit.