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Who: Kamina and you! And you, and you too! And maybe some monsters, who knows.
What: Week in the life of Hadriel's favorite loudmouth revolutionary.
Where: Cave mouths, lakeshore, shops, apartment 1-101, misc?
When: Now through June 11!
Warnings: Just annoyance, high decibels, and maybe some mild violence?

Cave mouths:
[You can probably smell Kamina coming before you see him. He's been in the caves for a while now in an attempt first to keep himself from murdering anyone, then to find his way back out again. He looks like a mess. Hair bedraggled, covered in dust and grime and liberal splashes of what may or may not be his blood, at least he still seems to be in good spirits? Emerging from the cave mouth, he pauses and stretches his arms over his head, yawning hugely and with a groan.]

Never thought I'd be happy to see this place again. Phew!

Lakeshore:
[He's had his fill of the caves for a while. Instead, Kamina's about to start investigating another interesting spot in Hadriel: the lake. So far, though, he's just having a hard time getting over the sight of so much water in one place. Jiiha had plenty of water, it was just in wells. Open water like this? For once, he's happy to just sit on the shore, legs crossed and hand planted on his knee.]

Wonder if there's any fish in there...?

Shops:

[One might notice, walking by the shops, there seems to be an awful lot of clatter coming from one building in particular. A crashing, you might even say. A full-out rumpus. And the source of that rumpus? One bare-chested, blue-haired miscreant, who is apparently more intent on finding whatever it is he's looking for in the cabinets behind the counter than he is putting things back neatly.]

Apartment:

[Kamina knows he's been gone for a while this time. Thankfully, his apartment's still there when he gets back to it, and the door still opens for him. Stepping inside, he drops his pack by the door, looking around.]

Oi! I'm home! Anyone here?

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The dreams.

[His voice in her ear sends a shiver down the side of her neck, quickens her heartbeat. It's both pleasant and not, and Nick can't decide if she likes it or not, if she wants more of it or the run screaming.]

It wasn't just like normal weird shit. Some of it was real things that happened.

[Most of Nick's had an element of truth to them - memories of her mother and father, of her Becoming, of murmured hopeful words and plans spoken to a close friend under a starry sky. And some had seemed pleasant at the time, but those were the worst to remember on waking.]

Bad things?

[Or maybe, he thinks, faintly distracted by the smell of her, by the faint tickle of hair on his cheek, good things. Maybe those would be worse, in a place like this. He asks, even if he already knows the answer. Both, always both. In a place like this, with these damned gods fighting over them, it's always both.]

Or good things?

[What didn't she want him to see?]

Both.

[He's right, of course. She'd dreamt of her father, of singing along to his music on the gravel back roads of Kansas where she grew up, of the pure joy those moments brought her as a child; she'd dreamt of her mother, the awful things she used to tell Nick about herself, with words and with her hands, until Nick herself was helpless to fight off believing her.]

It was fucked up, and people saw your dreams, and you saw theirs. I didn't - I didn't want anyone to know.

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[Both. Of course. His voice is quiet still, not pushy, just...questioning. Patient. His face turns slightly more towards her, almost buried in the join of her shoulder.]

Didn't want anyone to know what? What you dream about? What you remember? Or who you are?

All of it.

[She's built a facade for herself over the years - a stone-cold bitch who hates everything and everyone, a monster, someone who keeps people at arm's length, because it's easier to not care than to allow herself to care and be hurt in the end when she's eventually betrayed. Allowing people to see who she was as a child, as a teen with hopes and dreams for the future, as a newly-Become Nightbane - it's like showing weaknesses that she doesn't want to admit to having. Her breath catches in her throat as she leans just a little more into him, the resistance in her muscles fading a little more with every passing second - it's been so long since anyone's held her like this, and she'd be lying to both of them if she were to pretend she didn't want it.]

I hate this place so much.

[She relaxes by millimeters under his arms, relaxes into him, and he doesn't move. Maybe because he needs this contact, too, more than he can admit. He's always been touchy. With Simon, and then later with Yoko, in a different way, and even the thought of her can't make him want to let go. At her words, he laughs under his breath, the action more felt in his chest than heard.]

Well. That makes two of us, I guess. Hey, look. Something we both finally agree on.

[She smiles faintly over that, unseen from this angle.]

Must mean the world's ending, huh.

Guess so.

[He doesn't want to let go, but...Maybe he should. He can hear the smile in her words, even if he can't see it, and that's good enough. So, reluctantly, his arms loosen, and the smile he aims at her is just a little sheepish.]