29 Chimera Court, Friday Afternoon

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan sighed as he looked out his living room window, a cup of tea in hand. It semed like a nice enough day out, but every now and again... things seemed to creep by, between the house and the beach. He had no idea what the hell they were, but they were likely trouble. And, as much as he wanted to ignore that much...

He'd had enough experience with the island's particular idea of trouble to know that he should at least do a sweep outside to make certain nobody was being attacked by giant slugs in the street or something.

It took him a few minutes, but he gathered both his sword and his pistol, and made his way outside. He could pick off a few of the slugs already, without leaving his front step.

"Well, that's not a great sign, is it?"

It was going to be one of those days.

[OOC: Open for anybody who might catch Nathan in his yard! Warning: Character Death in the comments.]

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[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan gave a small huff in response to that, a humorless, brief laugh that was more punctuation to a thought than anything useful. He set the sword down on the table, ichor and all, reached for the bottle, and then sank down into the chair.

He kept eye contact with Miguel as he opened the bottle and took a swig, then just raised his eyebrows pointedly.

Apparently it was going to be an 'or not' day.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel just shrugged. Whatever was going on, he wasn't judging. Well, not unless Nathan ended up needing carrying to his room. Then there would be judging.

He took the cloth he'd made and started carefully getting the slug yuck off the sword. "Anything out there worse than the slugs?" Your emotional issues were your own, Nathan, but if there was anything dangerous out there...

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan didn't want to have this conversation right now. You could tell he didn't want to be having this conversation by the way he raised a shaking hand holding a bottle of whiskey to his lips for another swig before answering.

"There might be," he said, at length. "I doubt she came here alone."

[what_the_shock]

"She?" Miguel asked. Then he held up a hand. "Whatever. I just need to know if there's something to outsmart or fight."

Ew. That slug juice was really...ew. He wrapped it all up in a bit more webbing and started fresh with a new bit.

[shiroi_tiger]

There was another long pause. And then another mouthful of whiskey.

"Then yes, there likely is." And yes, another mouthful still. "There was talk about ending the world."

That was some nice, light conversation to distract him from how badly he just wanted to not be coherent right now.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel sighed and finished wiping the goo off the sword. "Should we let somebody know? I can stop by, see if Liam's heard anything at the station."

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan simply nodded, looking back at the sword.

"You should do that," he agreed. And then took another drink. Shuddered a little. Everything was settling into an old, familiar haze. He couldn't say he had missed it. But right now, maybe he was half convinced that he had. "Go tell Liam."

He just wanted to be alone.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel eyed Nathan for a moment, then just shrugged and got up to leave. "Okay, sure. Don't let any slugs in while I'm gone."

[shiroi_tiger]

"Mm," Nathan replied, not even the slightest note of commitment in his tone. He reached to his hip, pulled his pistol from its holster, and set it on the table in front of him self. "No slugs. Got it."

It was okay, Miguel. He'd been a perfect shot under the influence of far more whiskey than this. The house would be safe.

[what_the_shock]

Hey, if it wasn't, it was Nathan's house.

"Nothing else bad, either," he pointed out. Then he headed out the door.