Kaidan Alenko (ex_kaidan214) wrote in solitarycomm, @ 2012-12-29 23:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | kaidan alenko (kaidan), steve rogers (truebluehero), tony stark (starksnark), ~bruce banner (overpressured) |
WHO: Kaidan Alenko & Steve Rogers (plus anyone else who'd like to join in at Stark Tower!)
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: Wandering Manhattan, then at Stark Tower
WHAT: Kaidan needs to clear his head, so he's looking around and enjoying the sights.
WARNINGS: None!
Kaidan was slowly getting used to this new surrounding. It wasn't ideal and wasn't even remotely close to where he should be or what he should be doing, but what could he possibly do to fight it? It wasn't a matter of physically getting back somewhere now—with no ability to get back into space to even see what planet he was on, he was surrounded by people who had lived far in Earth's past. In his past. A past he couldn't really conceive of because things had become so different so quickly for humanity.
So here he was, in this small chunk of New York City, circa 2012, transplanted in an apparently new dimension where things like monsters, magic, and goddesses existed. Not to mention shimmering birds that, when followed, led you to giant boulders that had the ability to teleport you back to your beginning location. That was another thing entirely he needed to wrap his head around. Still, it gave him a means to keep warm in the cold. Kaidan couldn't complain about that.
Overall it made this place feel more and more like it was some kind of dream. Many of his injuries had been healed as soon as he was aboard the Normandy and they left the fight... when he left Shepard... they were still there and he was still feeling the effects of essentially having a tank blasted at him, but they were healing. Which meant that he couldn't be dead. Unless he'd died in that moment and he made up all the rest. But why would he make up something like that? How could he possibly imagine up a galaxy without her?
It didn't seem right. But without another explanation, Kaidan had to accept this for what it was so far: an extraordinary situation where very little answers were to be had outside of what he could see at face value and garner from his brief conversations with the other foreign occupants of the city. They had been brief so far by choice, due to his need for time and space. Not only was he in an extreme situation, but had just come from one too.
He hadn't even gotten the chance to see if his mother or father were still alive. He'd only just gotten the chance to see the wreckage of the Citadel in orbit around Earth and... and the fires that were still blazing, visible from space.
A good wander and patrol seemed fitting. Cas had warned him that things lurked in the city, and it was as good an excuse as he could get to get outside his own head and stop thinking so obsessively. So he put on his armour, grabbed his weapons (hoping he wouldn't have to use them), and made his way out into the cold with that unexplainable crystal that seemed to keep the cold at bay. From there... he wandered, reminding himself as soon as he was outside and felt the cool air brush across his face that he needed to thank Anna, the one who sent him an unexpected Christmas gift.
The situation might not be ideal, but at least the company was good.