John Diggle (tryhonor) wrote in nolascenes, @ 2014-05-07 19:10:00 |
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Diggle had seen a lot in his time, and he knew there were things out there that they just weren't meant to understand but this was a bit much. Someone had said magic...and then aliens. He just couldn't understand it. Could any of that really be real? He found he couldn't help wondering about all of the possibilities. He wanted to know more, and he was the type of person that had to figure it all out for himself. He believed that hard work and a little bit of skill could help in any situation. The one thing he was the most glad about is that his friends were here. Oliver....and Felicity. It felt strange calling Felicity a friend lately...especially with the feelings he had been having for her. He had been so protective of her. It was just pure luck that he could pretend that it was because they were friends....but now he was leaning on that as a crutch. He knows the truth now, but he doesn't know how to fix it. He doesn't even know where to begin. And it seemed this place new that, because now he had a whole other set of problems to worry about. He had to find a way to help keep them all safe and get them all out of here. He worried about them all...it was just in his nature. He had to look out for the others. They needed him and he just couldn't let them down. The first thing he had done was make sure Felicity was alright and now he was heading out to meet Oliver. The two of them had a lot to talk about. If they were going to get out of here and back to helping Starling they would have to work quickly. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but that had never stopped them before. They were all fighters...probably the reason they were all friends. He respected them, because they were a lot like him. As for the other new arrivals he is worried. Some of them look like they might not be able to handle themselves, and then the others look like they might actually be a handful if he has to deal with them. He certainly hopes that it doesn't come to that, but if it does he isn't the type to back down from a fight. He made his way to the cafe on the french quarter. He was sure this would be the safest place for them to meet. It was a public place, so easy to find and then they could go somewhere more private if needed. Once he had made his way over to a table near the back he took a seat, waiting for Oliver. He did order himself a coffee, just so he would blend in. He even occasionally took a sip or two, making it look like he belonged there. |