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St. John Allerdyce (untamedinferno) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-07-15 12:43:00

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claire temple (mcu), st john allerdyce (616)

Who: St. John Allerdyce and Clair Temple.
What: John is out getting things.
Where: Somewhere in town.
When: Sunday evening.
Rating: Low.

John was out getting a few items from Kitty's place to make her more comfortable in his own home. These past days, where they were ill and nursing each other back to health was probably very good for each other, and their relationship. If you couldn't handle your other half at their worst and they were at their worst, was it destine to go anywhere? Well, they hadn't killed each other, and they took care of each other. John felt safe that Kitty was in it for the long haul, and truly, that made him happy. Still absolutely sick, but fucking happy as he could be.

Pyro was making his way through town at a steady pace, not quick because he was still rocky on his feet, but he had a backpack over his shoulder of things from Kitty's. It was tough. His body was weak, his fever still was firmly in place. He was just happy he wasn't puking his brains out anymore. A little stagger and a stumble Pyro managed to catch himself but it caused him to halt in his progress. He was doing so well. With a sigh, he held himself up some. In comparison of earlier in the week, he felt bounds better so he was incorrect about what he had, but this virus or illness was brutal. Feeling the presence of another person near him, he glanced. "I'm good. I'm not dying... just.." He took a deep breath. "Just regaining myself a bit."

Pyro took the person in. He didn't recognize her. "Hey. You're new here." He laughed. "Shitty time to show up."

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untamedinferno
2019-07-25 06:03 am UTC (link)

Glancing down and back up. "I can tell. Quiver any more, you'll lose em." John rolled his eyes. He was fine. This was going to be fine. "You'll see some day, when I'm not.." John paused thinking of a different word. "Lazy. Yeah, there we go. Lazy.." There was half a chuckle before he coughed a bit.

"Well, dead at least has an ending." John stated. "This place though. Often enough people just vanish." Looking over to her, John continued. "Just poof. No answers, no good byes, just fucking gone." He sighed some. "All their stuff remains, but no answers regarding how or what." Rubbing his face some Pyro muttered. "We don't even get to know if they returned home or not."

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donewithnights
2019-07-26 09:17 pm UTC (link)

Claire rolled her eyes as well, it was a roll-off. "Yes, yes, what an incredibly lazy cough you've got there, sounds really healthy." But he was an adult, she could give him a bit of a hard time, tease him some but you couldn't actually force people to take care of themselves, no one knew that as well as Claire did.

This place was clearly the gift that just kept on giving and Claire didn't like the sound of that, of no answers and no goodbyes. "Aw, it's just like a deadbeat parent then, fun," Claire said as she adjusted the strap of her bag over her shoulder. "I guess that gives you the freedom to think what you like then, imagine them somewhere they'd prefer to be. You know, like the religious and heaven."

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untamedinferno
2019-07-28 02:48 am UTC (link)

Looking insulted, John gasped. "How dare you call my cough lazy. What did it ever do to you?!" Of course, he was sick, but the game of cat and mouse, well, fuck it. "Besides. I've been trapped inside for days. I needed to get out or I would lose my god damn mind." Besides, it was much safer for him anyway. With Kitty's abilities all wonky and such. He just ran risk of torching things on occasion. Which was truly fine. Kinda...

With a glance up John sighed. "Exactly. We just never know. People are just gone as quick as they appear, and who knows where they end up." Which worried him the most. If he was sent back to his time, would he come back just simply dead again? Zombie? Or alive? What would happen. It was truly unnerving for Pyro, and he'd just ignore all the positive talk from the nurse. Being sick, thinking he was dying from Legacy, he'd just rather get back to Kitty.

"Lets change the subject. How'd you break your ribs? Ran into a door?"

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donewithnights
2019-07-29 12:55 pm UTC (link)

As much as she played at nagging people, telling them what was best, Claire wasn't about forcing the issue. Being a nurse was about more than knowing best, it was about helping people and you didn't always do that by being the bossy expert. "A little oxygen can only help."

The talk on death and vanishing didn't do wonders for Claire's anxiety, but she wasn't too attached to this place yet. No one here really knew her and she was finding her place well enough, but she still was far from feeling at home. Then again she wasn't dead in any times she knew about.

"Good guess! Yeah, I'm learning my way around door handles," Claire said as she lay her hand protectively on her sternum. It was all too easy to summon the image of the man with the bat and she'd seen enough of his face in her head to last a lifetime.

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untamedinferno
2019-07-29 06:24 pm UTC (link)

It really was never about if she was right, wrong, or anything else. John was John and he did what he wanted majority of the time. This was also a prime example. He wanted to make sure Kitty had the things she needed, and it was prime time for him to get out for a minute.

There was one thing, the pair agreed on. THe anxiety of the situation. How people just showed up or vanished on a whim, and the random gifts that showed up on occasion. This place was truly a strange and unfamiliar experience.

Walking up to a house with something in the range two dozen lawn ornaments, Pyro looked to Claire. "Well, this is it. Not much to it, but it's home." Well, home away from home.

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donewithnights
2019-07-31 08:11 am UTC (link)

All the houses were much of a muchness, comfortable enough but bare. If she stayed and found the time there were things she might like to do at Peter and Miles' house but she'd cross that bridge later and in the future when they looked in the mood to discuss decorative pillows.

Homes were just walls, it didn't mean much to Claire, who'd live anywhere because it was mostly where she went to sleep between shifts. Or to stitch up some idiot in a mask. "I guess I know what to get you for your birthday, Lawn Gnomes it is," Claire said with an easy smile.

"Lead the way," she said as she nodded toward the door.

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