Apollo [open]

[truthsandlyres]

Who: Apollo and mysterious guests
What: Exploring the city
Where: The El Train
When: Veerdi (Friday) afternoon
Note: Multiple threads are great!  Apollo can be hitting up multiple locations.


After finding a job, Apollo had decided to celebrate by taking himself out to explore the city.  He hadn't really taken much time to use the strange train that was used to get around the city, choosing instead to explore nearby areas on foot.

Now that he was actually using the train, he was realizing just how small a scope he'd been seeing.

He was sitting on the train, fiddling with the CiD and looking through recent posts to the network, though he would glance up occasionally to glance around at the other passengers.

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[truthsandlyres]

Apollo was, indeed, watching the woman as she bandaged up her wrist. He smiled curiously, ducking his head as he turned back to the device that he was holding. No need to look rude with the staring.

"Should you see a healer about that?" he asked casually, looking through the recent posts to the network.

[tropfatale.livejournal.com]

The question doesn't take her by surprise, but there's a moment before she meets Apollo's gaze--there is the sense she takes her time with all interaction, doing things entirely on her own terms. Sonja gives a mild little one-shouldered shrug.

"I'm sure they have more pressing things to deal with than a little cut." Then she half-smiles, wry. Her tone is drawling and droll as a matter-of-course, but her eyes are much more expressive. "Also, they all think it's my own fault for going into the fog."

She has general plans to encourage some rapid-fire healing--being what she is means she can go to any really sick party in town, hang out, and feed off the vibes being promoted there--but she doesn't consider the wound debilitating, though it isn't exactly 'little', as she calls it.

Apollo, she notes, is pinging just about every psychic sense Sonja has, and she's not sure why. It's vaguely familiar, maybe reminding her of Lucas, and yet it's not something she can name; she's met several other succubi and incubi at home (who...fully expect her to join their ranks and thus are quite pushy), but she can tell he's not one of them, despite the looks. Hm.

[truthsandlyres]

Apollo raised his eyebrows, putting the CiD away at that. This girl was worth talking to.

"You went into the fog?" he asked. He'd heard rumors about that, as he'd walked around town. It seemed like a popular topic, the kind people discussed in hushed tones.

Apollo had long ago discovered that hushed tones were the kind you should best listen to.

"So what happened, if I might ask? Where did the cut come from?"

[tropfatale.livejournal.com]

"Man-eating sea millipedes slash eels." Her tone is wry, as though it's incredible even to her own ears, but...she's seen freakier. (Befriended freakier, but those eels were not sapient and only wanted a snack.)

She leans her head back against the headrest on her seat.

"There were some really charming articles about us in the paper." But they got reward money out of it and did survive, and since when has she ever cared much about public opinion? That paper strikes her as biased as hell, anyway.