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Somewhere in South America Mist hovered between valleys, the green tops of rolling hills like islands in the sea of white. It blocked the sunlight of the late afternoon, humidity licking the tendrils of dark locks that had escaped the up-do to the back of her neck. In the further shadow of a veranda, she was reclined next to crystal clear pool, book in hand, a wine glass in the other, and dark sunglasses making her almost unrecognizable. It was eerily silent. Tendrils of fog kept curling in the humid brilliant green paradise. The shadow of a dark, small helicopter became barely visible every so often, revealing the method to which she had traveled, her actual plane miles away with the rest of her crew. She was on her own out in her personal paradise, a small yet sprawling property that had once belonged to a major player in her crosshairs before the end of the world. Every luxury existed there, on a miniature scale. New York had been grating her raw; leaving capable people in place she’d decided to take a breather before everyone within blast radius of her scathing glares would get burned. She’d come “home”, the place where once an entire team had its headquarters after they’d cleared out the place, the echo of laughter and scent of good tequila lingering in its silent halls. Ghosts. Hazy memories were everywhere in a place nobody knew about except her closest circle and the caretakers that had no clue who she really was. They took care of it in perpetuity, and left when she was in residence. She’d never seen them, they would never see her, and it would always remain that way. Motionless, she looked like a statue. Only her eyes under the sunglasses moved as they glided through the words, every so often the wine glass was placed on the mosaic table beside her. Pages were turned and the silence tangled with the every undulating mist. Her hackles always were triggered when trouble was at the edges of her awareness. Her fury usually followed, and this was the silence before the world erupted. She had to find her even keel or professional relationships could be destroyed. Everything could be destroyed. The energy around her of late had been like lightning in a bottle, and it itched at the volatile blood that made her the predator she was. Lips pressed together, the book coming down to rest on her lap as the dark eyes travelled over her surroundings. It was odd, and rare she felt like company. It was this place. It was different now, her life was different now. The ghosts here were memories and current thoughts were brushing them to the side… and that pissed her off more than ever.

Pale mercurial eyes glinted a twinkle of gold reflection, face eye level with the top of the small desk. The tips of his thumbs and middle fingers brushed every so often as they hovered above the mounted signet ring. Changing its spots was no easy feat. The ones he’d taken from members of the Order had their own challenges in his scheme, his own was proving to be near impossible to bend the enchantments that made it what it was. Rings were supposed to be an honor, a symbol of acceptance, of family, love, remembrance. A point of pride, a personal choice. These were chains to him. Promises broken and lies. Symbols of ownership and subservience. He was going to use the same tools against those that had tortured him. Lashes lowered in concentration as the chain of thought seemed to make his signet become even more defiant of his new enchantments. Hands closed completely and he stood, drawing a deep breath. The heaviness of smothering heat hovered around the gold ring he’d worn on his finger since the Order had taken his freedom. He was breaking its back. He brushed his fingers through the fresh short haircut still damp from his shower, pulling on a dark olive tee shirt and a zip-up black hoodie over it. Tamed scruff was smoothed, sunglasses hooked on the collar his tee shirt as he left his modest room. Hand opened, palm facing the door as a flash of darkness shadowed his eyes and the air seemed to quiver. The weight of the enchantment thrummed an ominous vibration once and fell silent, swizzles of animated script appearing for a moment in a complex gyroscope where his room was the center of its existence. The place where he was plotting his revolution was a shadow, emptiness, a black hole of consciousness causing the magical eye to glance off when focused on the anomaly. Hiding in plain sight. The thing out of the corner of one's eye. Hood pulled up and he was on his way, trotting down the stairs on the back side of the cathedral toward the Citadel. Hands slipped into his pockets, melting into the streets of normality.

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(Yes, I'm aware it's posting three times. Unable to solve at this time.) Wood groaned. Slowly, rhythmically, sound muffled across a packed dirt floor. A mixture or orange and golden light flickered around corners and oozed into shadows, bringing with it stifling heat radiating from steam pipes that laced through the building. The iron behemoth was the heart of the building, producing its volcanic temperature beneath the stone and marble of the cathedral above. The creak of wood and rope mingled with the taps and pings of angry steam guided through pipes. Exhale matched the cadence. Rope around his wrist was tied to a rafter, other hand behind his back, ankles crossed to create a controlled, lean line as he pulled himself up repeatedly. Lips formed words, methodically counting each time the cords in his arm strained to complete a pull up and lower himself back to a measured position. Entire body tensed as he squeezed on the last count, dropping to the floor when he let go and his hand slipped from the loop. Stretch to the arm was long and languid, shrugging both shoulders several times before grabbing a towel and wiping down his arms and his neck. There was a sheen to his skin from the intense heat of the room. The fire magus did sweat with exertion; it just took a hell of a lot. He’d turned the boiler room into his own space specifically for that, filling it with rudimentary strengthening basics to push himself past the point of being a weapon. He’d surpassed that, and come to terms with his conscience, and choices. He was violent, he was built for it; to kill without guilt, complete actions that could change the course of the world. The difference was now… he made those calls. Cracking the seal on his water bottle, it was tipped up, drinking the entire bottle. Watch was picked up off the tiny table in the far corner from the boiler, checking the time. Both were set down, fingers wandering over the athame in its sheath on the table. Head lifted to look over his shoulder before he heard the first tap. Smile slid over his features and he put on his watch and athame, sliding on his hoodie and stuffing the empty water bottle in his pocket. Stairs upward were taken two at a time to meet his morning delivery. Paper, caffallatte and fette biscotti from his favorite café before a shower, a change and beginning his morning duties at seven am sharp.

Her eyes had glanced at his face a few times, noticing him glance around her apartment. She wondered for a slight moment at what he was searching for, but shrugged off her curiosity and went right back to work working on his new wound. If there was one thing Boone knew how to do it is to keep me busy, she thought. "I'm actually an accountant. Started in the Motor City. Came here after shit went to hell. I just collect things for fun." Her left eyebrow went up ever so slightly at his words. "Uh huh and I've been killing people on my nights off for the fun of it," she smiled softly after she spoke her words. He, of course, would know this wasn't true. There's no way in hell she could ever hurt anyone. At least, she was pretty sure there wasn't. Unless I'm around Boone when someone goes after him, she thought. "You wanna go on a date? I have this... accountant work thing." She froze for a second and then turned around to look at him as he collected up his things. At first she wasn't sure what to say. It was like someone turned on a flood of nervous energy inside of her. Of course she wanted to, but it was just so sudden of a question. It, for the most part, had caught her off guard. "Accountant thing?" She looked at him and tilted her head. "Interested? I gotta wear a tux, so... you would have to wear an evening gown. A fancy one. You have a fancy one?" All at once she felt embarrassed. She looked down at her feet and then back up at him and shook her head slowly. "I don't really have anything fancy to wear," she paused for a moment. "I don't really get asked out on many dates..... or to functions," she stopped and turned back to the sink to clean up the water on the counter. She could feel the heat rising on her cheeks slightly. She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. "I suppose I could go shopping for one though or maybe even ask some of my friends at the hospital if they have one I could borrow." What is wrong with me, she thought. "I wouldn't happen to be in any danger at this accountant thing, would I?" She asked the question with a slight serious tone, but also a playful tone. To be honest she really wasn't worried about danger. If there was she was sure that Boone wouldn't let her get hurt and she'd be there if he needed her healing abilities.

He'd always wondered why healing wasn't a part of his abilities. He could change his density, alter his skin, become something else, but he couldn't close a wound. It was almost as if his body had a memory; when he altered it, it would return. A good thing he supposed. Being molten forever or a pile of skin and bones would kinda suck balls. He was checking out her place, nonchalantly, as she put her hand to his arm. No dudes. No dude stuff anyway. Didn't smell any dude cologne. Good, no boyfriends would be walking in the door at this awkward moment. "Damnit, Boone. I told you to be careful. Sometimes I really do hate your line of work." Eyes flicked up to her from the wound, then back to it, "I'm actually an accountant. Started in the Motor City. Came here after shit went to hell. I just collect things for fun." It was the first hint he didn't just live in his garage. Healing always felt funny, as if she was mingling in his ability to snap his atoms back together. Maybe it was just the reminder of a life before chaos, anger and recklessness. "Stop. Getting. Hurt" He blinked at her. "You know. One of these days I'm not going to be here to heal you. Then you'll just have to suffer the pain and then have scars from all the stitching." He showed up next to her at the sink, rinsing off blood when she was finished cleaning her hands. "Self-stitches suck," he said absently, rinsing carefully by getting his hand wet and 'squeegee-ing' it off his skin. He'd done this many times before, that was obvious. "You wanna go on a date? I have this... accountant work thing." It was so nonchalant, moving to pick up his shirt and coat to clean them up as much as he could. "Interested? I gotta wear a tux, so... you would have to wear an evening gown. A fancy one. You have a fancy one?"

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He had paused around a corner, hands in his pockets and head down calmly as he listened to her quiet panic. She'd always seemed slightly... skittish, with a confidence that unwavered if it was possible to have both simultaneously. Her actions, bordered on obstinance, hellbent on finding and confronting what had alarmed her. Pondering if this wasn't an isolated incident, he was leaning toward breaching the silence. Of course Outworlders were always looking over their shoulders, but in New York so much less so. It would be helpful to know if she was worried because she was alone and it was early morning, or if concerning shadows weren't uncommon in her world of late. If so, that would be a problem. Listening to the path of her footsteps move back toward the bakery, he stepped from his corner and followed them. Ledger under his arm, hands still in his pockets he started to match the marched pace. "Been a while," he said quietly as he started to close the distance, breath curling in the brisk air. "Was just passing by, didn't mean to startle you."

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