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...sometimes we fly.
Jan. 11th, 2014 09:57 pmHe heard Rachel's soft admonishment in his mind, and dismissed it easily. A moment of thought would give her the answer she sought, after all. He came because she was called. Don't apologize, he informed her, after she foolishly did so. Even he could tell that this world was in great need, and he would do things that she would not.
Not could not. Would not.
He slipped his rabbit into his coat, behind some of the heavy duty shielding that Hank had given him, to protect the silly little thing from everything possible while he looked over the world that he'd stepped into. Grey and empty. For the first time in his life, he was the being with the most colour around. He stayed in the shadows for a long moment as he watched others go past him; all dressed the same.
Black, blue, and grey. Ironic, he thought, that his olive coat and hat were overly coloured. The coat was most likely a loss, however his hat could be rolled up and put in a pocket without difficulty. Under the grey-green coat he wore a second coat, close enough to what the rest wore until he fit in more. Mask tucked into his boot, and rabbit tucked into the second coat, he slipped out into the crowd of people; one more colourless person in a crowd of colourless people.
Listening was always one of his talents. Listen hard, listen well, put pieces together from a million different conversations. Sense offence, Nether and the one that he arrowed in on most tightly, Underground. Without so much as a ripple in the tide of humanity he changed his course to follow the woman who had barely breathed the word.
He would think that someone with such an interesting word in her lexicon would also be paranoid, but it appeared that either he was more invisible than he thought or else the art of paranoia had been lost with every other thing that made humans...human. For another person, the silence and stillness of the world might be a wake-up call. For Agent Orange it was merely mildly disturbing. He'd never, after all, wanted the rest of the world to be like him. This was wrong, and it started a slow-curling anger in the base of his stomach. An anger that showed on the psychic plane as little as it did on his face, but it was still there.
He followed her into a building, and down stairs, behind doors and false walls, until the soft murmur of voices caused her to stop and knock gently on one last door. It was only the painfully soft gasps that caused his unwitting guide to spin and look at him before backing into the room and her companions.
It was a lovely room. He took the details in rapidly, habitually, from the red walls to the lush chairs, to the people huddled with expressions from terror to utter resignation. He reached down to pull his hat out of a pocket and snapped it back into shape, placing it where it belonged with the brilliant band proclaiming his allegiance in a manner that no one could deny.
"I am Agent Orange." his soft near-monotone informed them, "I have come to assist, along with a friend. She is in the upper part of the city. I am more comfortable in places such as these." As his potential teachers and students gaped at him he allowed himself to indulge in a small bit of theatre; "I will, however, need a safe place to keep my rabbit."
Not could not. Would not.
He slipped his rabbit into his coat, behind some of the heavy duty shielding that Hank had given him, to protect the silly little thing from everything possible while he looked over the world that he'd stepped into. Grey and empty. For the first time in his life, he was the being with the most colour around. He stayed in the shadows for a long moment as he watched others go past him; all dressed the same.
Black, blue, and grey. Ironic, he thought, that his olive coat and hat were overly coloured. The coat was most likely a loss, however his hat could be rolled up and put in a pocket without difficulty. Under the grey-green coat he wore a second coat, close enough to what the rest wore until he fit in more. Mask tucked into his boot, and rabbit tucked into the second coat, he slipped out into the crowd of people; one more colourless person in a crowd of colourless people.
Listening was always one of his talents. Listen hard, listen well, put pieces together from a million different conversations. Sense offence, Nether and the one that he arrowed in on most tightly, Underground. Without so much as a ripple in the tide of humanity he changed his course to follow the woman who had barely breathed the word.
He would think that someone with such an interesting word in her lexicon would also be paranoid, but it appeared that either he was more invisible than he thought or else the art of paranoia had been lost with every other thing that made humans...human. For another person, the silence and stillness of the world might be a wake-up call. For Agent Orange it was merely mildly disturbing. He'd never, after all, wanted the rest of the world to be like him. This was wrong, and it started a slow-curling anger in the base of his stomach. An anger that showed on the psychic plane as little as it did on his face, but it was still there.
He followed her into a building, and down stairs, behind doors and false walls, until the soft murmur of voices caused her to stop and knock gently on one last door. It was only the painfully soft gasps that caused his unwitting guide to spin and look at him before backing into the room and her companions.
It was a lovely room. He took the details in rapidly, habitually, from the red walls to the lush chairs, to the people huddled with expressions from terror to utter resignation. He reached down to pull his hat out of a pocket and snapped it back into shape, placing it where it belonged with the brilliant band proclaiming his allegiance in a manner that no one could deny.
"I am Agent Orange." his soft near-monotone informed them, "I have come to assist, along with a friend. She is in the upper part of the city. I am more comfortable in places such as these." As his potential teachers and students gaped at him he allowed himself to indulge in a small bit of theatre; "I will, however, need a safe place to keep my rabbit."
