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“So … ” Boon was leaning against a lamp post, casually inspecting his nails. His shoulder rested on the metal, hand in pocket. One ankle was crossed over the other, toe resting on the ground. In fact, given the right outfit of a sharp suit and fedora hat, John fancied he’d look like something out of one of those old movies. Bogart, maybe. Cagney? Something like that. “How we doin’?”
“Slowly.” Zylyn punctuated that with a slightly raised brow. He was standing at Boon’s shoulder, in his now-usual disguise of modern clothes, Kincaid’s leather jacket and shades. “This is more difficult than I anticipated.“
“Well,“ John glanced over, “we’ve never signed on for ‘easy’.” That jacket, in his opinion, actually looked better on Zylyn than on Kincaid, a fact that had not been going un-noticed as they had made their way through the Manhattan crowds. The pair of them had been catching a fair bit of attention from passers-by, Zylyn in particular. John muffled a smile, watching yet another couple of young women studying the play of the Graaka’s shoulders beneath the leather. Or maybe, as the grin took a pretty good shot of making it onto his face, it was the hair?
“This is not amusing.”
Ah! Caught. They couldn’t be seen behind the mirrored shades, but John knew the golden eyes were fixed on him. In fact, in the circumstances it was highly likely he was getting a Look. “I’m sorry.” He was, though he couldn’t quite agree with the lack of amusement. “Is that what’s making it more difficult?”
“Partly.” Zylyn’s head turned, in a way that suggested he’d much prefer to spin and growl. “Some of the senses are quite … explicit.”
“Uhhh, yeah.” Boon followed the direction, spotting the woman walking backwards through the crowd as her eyes raked over Zylyn’s form. Both their forms, actually, and the look on her face was … “Yeah, OK.” Not amusing, no. Especially when Zylyn was trying to track something and had to remove his yoke, leaving him all the more likely to pick up on any … ouch. “Sorry.”
“Captain.” A rumble, accepting the apology and setting it aside. “That is only part of the problem. Mostly, it is the sheer volume of individuals nearby.”
“Target-rich environment.”
“Indeed.” He re-settled the yoke in place and nodded across the busy street. “That way.”
“Right.” Boon started off, remembering this time to check for moving traffic before trying to cross the road. He’d already discovered that the historical legends of NY taxi drivers were pretty much true. As for the rest, he’d apologise to Zylyn properly after they got back. After all, though he now felt a little guilty for thinking so, it was kinda funny. And at least - John covered another smile - if the ‘explicit’ vibes started building up, he had someone to go home to. “If it starts to wear you down, just say.”
They’d been out on the street for over an hour now; checking with Arc on the last known position the girls had reached before they’d given up for the night and proceeding from there. A few alleyways, but mostly open street … the vampire, whoever he was, didn’t seem to be trying to hide. A newspaper stand … a bottle shop … and now Zylyn was coming to a halt outside a small storefront covered in posters, handbills and tattered signs claiming ‘work-wanted’. “Here.”
“Here?” John looked up, reading the store name set above the door. “An internet café?” Clearly they were dealing with a rather modern vampire. He shrugged and moseyed on in, with hands in pockets and Zylyn looming at his back. The kid behind the counter glanced at them, then did a double-take, his eyes flicking nervously between the two.
“Hi.” John leaned on the counter. He wasn’t sure whether the kid was expecting to be robbed or whether the two of them still walked like cops. “We’d like to grab a bit of online time, if that’s OK?”
“Uh, sure.” The kid turned back to his console, still flicking nervous glances their way. “I’ll - uh - need payment in advance.”
“No problem.” Boon smiled and took out his wallet. “We’ll prob’ly only need an hour.”
“O … OK.” The kid tapped at his keyboard. “I can set you gentlemen up on console number - ”
“That one.” Zylyn had stepped further into the store and was pointing to a booth situated toward the back. “We wish to use that one.”
(OOC: If anyone would like to run into our heroes ...?)
“So … ” Boon was leaning against a lamp post, casually inspecting his nails. His shoulder rested on the metal, hand in pocket. One ankle was crossed over the other, toe resting on the ground. In fact, given the right outfit of a sharp suit and fedora hat, John fancied he’d look like something out of one of those old movies. Bogart, maybe. Cagney? Something like that. “How we doin’?”
“Slowly.” Zylyn punctuated that with a slightly raised brow. He was standing at Boon’s shoulder, in his now-usual disguise of modern clothes, Kincaid’s leather jacket and shades. “This is more difficult than I anticipated.“
“Well,“ John glanced over, “we’ve never signed on for ‘easy’.” That jacket, in his opinion, actually looked better on Zylyn than on Kincaid, a fact that had not been going un-noticed as they had made their way through the Manhattan crowds. The pair of them had been catching a fair bit of attention from passers-by, Zylyn in particular. John muffled a smile, watching yet another couple of young women studying the play of the Graaka’s shoulders beneath the leather. Or maybe, as the grin took a pretty good shot of making it onto his face, it was the hair?
“This is not amusing.”
Ah! Caught. They couldn’t be seen behind the mirrored shades, but John knew the golden eyes were fixed on him. In fact, in the circumstances it was highly likely he was getting a Look. “I’m sorry.” He was, though he couldn’t quite agree with the lack of amusement. “Is that what’s making it more difficult?”
“Partly.” Zylyn’s head turned, in a way that suggested he’d much prefer to spin and growl. “Some of the senses are quite … explicit.”
“Uhhh, yeah.” Boon followed the direction, spotting the woman walking backwards through the crowd as her eyes raked over Zylyn’s form. Both their forms, actually, and the look on her face was … “Yeah, OK.” Not amusing, no. Especially when Zylyn was trying to track something and had to remove his yoke, leaving him all the more likely to pick up on any … ouch. “Sorry.”
“Captain.” A rumble, accepting the apology and setting it aside. “That is only part of the problem. Mostly, it is the sheer volume of individuals nearby.”
“Target-rich environment.”
“Indeed.” He re-settled the yoke in place and nodded across the busy street. “That way.”
“Right.” Boon started off, remembering this time to check for moving traffic before trying to cross the road. He’d already discovered that the historical legends of NY taxi drivers were pretty much true. As for the rest, he’d apologise to Zylyn properly after they got back. After all, though he now felt a little guilty for thinking so, it was kinda funny. And at least - John covered another smile - if the ‘explicit’ vibes started building up, he had someone to go home to. “If it starts to wear you down, just say.”
They’d been out on the street for over an hour now; checking with Arc on the last known position the girls had reached before they’d given up for the night and proceeding from there. A few alleyways, but mostly open street … the vampire, whoever he was, didn’t seem to be trying to hide. A newspaper stand … a bottle shop … and now Zylyn was coming to a halt outside a small storefront covered in posters, handbills and tattered signs claiming ‘work-wanted’. “Here.”
“Here?” John looked up, reading the store name set above the door. “An internet café?” Clearly they were dealing with a rather modern vampire. He shrugged and moseyed on in, with hands in pockets and Zylyn looming at his back. The kid behind the counter glanced at them, then did a double-take, his eyes flicking nervously between the two.
“Hi.” John leaned on the counter. He wasn’t sure whether the kid was expecting to be robbed or whether the two of them still walked like cops. “We’d like to grab a bit of online time, if that’s OK?”
“Uh, sure.” The kid turned back to his console, still flicking nervous glances their way. “I’ll - uh - need payment in advance.”
“No problem.” Boon smiled and took out his wallet. “We’ll prob’ly only need an hour.”
“O … OK.” The kid tapped at his keyboard. “I can set you gentlemen up on console number - ”
“That one.” Zylyn had stepped further into the store and was pointing to a booth situated toward the back. “We wish to use that one.”
(OOC: If anyone would like to run into our heroes ...?)