Exploring London with Sherral

[runningred]

Jay opens the door out into a very expensive hotel suite. "Let me just grab my own gear." He gestures towards the balcony and the view across the city.

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[runningred]

Jay feels Sherral's arrival, and with it the strange rush of warmth that goes with fighting with someone else. Someone who he trusts.

The guys Sherral sends flying panics and runs, startled by the wind that sends him crashing against a wall. Jay growls and touches the guy he dancing with, a blade flashing in the guy's hand.

Someone who knows Jay as well as Sherral does will recognise that he's enjoying himself, perhaps a little too much.

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Chronos Hyacintho Stop Faram," Sherral says, and flings the spell after the fleeing man. If it lands, it'll stop him dead in his tracks, leaving him frozen in a running motion until it wears off.

Then he turns his attention onto another of the men, raising his hands and throwing sharp, quick punches. He's keeping an eye on Jay, though: He doesn't want to risk Jay getting stabbed, after all.

Or, for that matter, Jay killing the guy he's fighting.

[runningred]

Jay's at no risk of getting stabbed. Or killing the guy. If anything, he's playing, Like a cat with a mouse. Finally he grows tired and puts the man on his ass, knocking him out neatly with a single punch.

He sighs and shakes it out before turning to start dealing with the young man's wounds. It's clear the couple are more than a little freaked out.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral knocks out his own guy and then takes a moment to secure both of them, fastening them to a wall with a murmured spell. He's not got any intention of letting them go.

"How badly is he hurt?" He asks Jay, nodding at the man's wounds.

[runningred]

"Bad enough." Jay mutters darkly, binding the wound swiftly. It's hard to tell who the couple are more afraid of - the bad guys or their rescuers. Jay's body language is tense so it's clear he's seen this sort of reaction before.

He tightens the bandage and looks the guy in the eye. "Stay here. I'm going to call for an ambulance." He turns away, touching his ear and speaking in rapid code.

The girl turns to Sherral, tears streaming down her cheek. "Who are you? Who is he? What do you want with us?"

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral's not entirely sure how to deal with any of that.

"Try to stay calm, ma'am," he says, in clipped tones, glancing quickly over at Jay. "We'll have help here for you soon."

[runningred]

Black and red striped tights dangle from the ledge above them. The woman wearing them is making an effort to look nonchalant but has the same tightly wound spring posture as Jay "Hmm, I don't know you. And I really don't like not knowing people on my turf."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral looks up, and bites back any comment on how she looks kind of ridiculous, at least to his eyes. Different world, after all.

"That's unfortunate," he says levelly, and inclines his head a little. "I'm a visiting friend of Jay's. We hadn't intended to get involved in any crime-fighting, but we heard the noise. Would you have rather we went on our way?"

There's just the barest hint of a sharp edge to that last question.

[runningred]

"Back the fuck off, Squire." Jay comes back before Beryl can answer, looking up at her with a faint growl. "This was meant to be my night off. Ambulance is on it's way and so are the police. Your problem now."

He rests a hand on Sherral's waist and steers him towards the street, folding back his mask once they're out of sight. He doesn't speak for several blocks. "Sorry about that."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral rubs the back of his neck. "I probably should have tried to be nicer. My apologies."

[runningred]

Jay's thundercloud mood breaks with a soft laugh. "Oh hell no! Personally I wanted to drag her down by her stupid, fucking pixie boots and given her a thrashing for being a dick. Beryl forgets to be nice when other people are doing her a favour. Or her job."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"I presume she's who you're working those drug rings for?" Sherral asks, cocking his head.

[runningred]

"She is." Jay mutters, pushing his hair back. "I don't know about you but I need a drink."

{coo: sorry, been a rotten week.}

[fluffiest_archadian]

[No problem. I hope things have improved, or will soon if they haven't.]

"I won't turn one down," Sherral says cheerfully.

[runningred]

Jay steers them towards a bar he doesn't mind, and old place with dark wood and their ground in beer smell. It also has a view of the sky from the rooftop beer garden as Jay finds the low ceilings and confined spaces unnerving. "Here's to strange cities and ungrateful idiots."

{ooc: thank you! Things are starting to come good, hopefully.}

[fluffiest_archadian]

"To strange cities and ungrateful idiots. I still need to take you to Rabanastre. Properly, I mean, not for any kind of mission."

[runningred]

"I'd take you to Gotham but-" He shakes his head. "I don't mind missions. I'm not well suited to..." He gestures to the normality around them. "Never have been."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"I - profess that I'm not best suited to it either," Sherral says. He lifts one shoulder. "I've been a soldier since I was fourteen, after all. A town watchman for years before that."

[runningred]

"I was started training at fourteen too but I was on my own on the street before that. This whole normal thing is... painfully overrated." He shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink, aware that he's painfully awkward.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral reaches over, lightly sifting his hand through Jay's hair. "You know, I am entirely fine with doing whatever you want to do."

[runningred]

Jay chuckles and leans in to kiss Sherral, ignoring the people around them. Not that they're making a scene but there are a couple of side-eyes.

"Here I am, bring you to my world and all I'm showing you is the odd mugging and how useless I am at being normal."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral notices the side-eyes, but doesn't concern himself too much with them.

"I'm just happy being here with you," he murmurs.

[runningred]

Jay smiles and cups Sherral's cheek, kissing him more deeply. He leans back and finished his drink. "Come on, lets get out of here and do some flying."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral finishes his own drink, giving Jay a slight smile.

"By all means, lead the way."

[runningred]

Jay grins and scares the assembled crowd by climbing onto the balustrade of the rooftop garden and dropping off into the darkness below.

He throws his jumpline halfway down, flicking his body to swing out onto the next building.

Showing off.