For someone who'd taken pains to make himself a contracted, on-call consultant to Hellsing, Jim Kirk certainly was spending a lot of time there. He still spent time exploring the city, talking to people, reading, absorbing as much information as he could about this place in hopes of figuring out how to escape. But his presence seemed to be more centered around the guild hall these days, those explorations now becoming errands to pass the time rather than the main focus of his efforts.
And here he was again, making the twenty-minute hike through Sobek Croix from the nearest rail station, headed to the guild hall. Bones was certainly the more loquacious of the pair of them on the subject of how goddamned good it was to have solid earth beneath their feet and real sun on their faces and wind in their hair, but Jim wouldn't deny that he enjoyed it too. He was taking his time with the walk today, letting his body occupy itself with movement while his mind worked.
It was better than being home alone again. Half the reason he was headed to the hall was to see if Bones was in medical there--the two of them had seen each other so infrequently lately. He knew his friend was still broken up over losing one of their own; all of Hellsing had been moved by Dean Winchester's death but Dr. McCoy was taking it particularly hard, blaming himself for not being able to save the man. He'd thrown himself into work to distract himself, Jim could tell, but somehow his work at Hellsing and his work at the temples conspired to keep him out of Jim's sight all day, every day, lately.
His trained senses caught the sound of someone on the path ahead, moving toward him, the cadence of footfalls telling him they were running. He snapped out of his thinking, attention coming to bear on the figure ahead, quickly appraising the situation. Nothing chased her, and her bearing didn't seem worried, or defensive. Nothing about what he saw and heard told him to ready himself for a fight.
He relaxed, offering a bright, easy smile as she approached. He recognized her. Didn't he? He thought he'd seen her in medical once when he'd poked his head in looking for always-busy friend. "Hi," he called out when she was in earshot. "How's the running going?"
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And here he was again, making the twenty-minute hike through Sobek Croix from the nearest rail station, headed to the guild hall. Bones was certainly the more loquacious of the pair of them on the subject of how goddamned good it was to have solid earth beneath their feet and real sun on their faces and wind in their hair, but Jim wouldn't deny that he enjoyed it too. He was taking his time with the walk today, letting his body occupy itself with movement while his mind worked.
It was better than being home alone again. Half the reason he was headed to the hall was to see if Bones was in medical there--the two of them had seen each other so infrequently lately. He knew his friend was still broken up over losing one of their own; all of Hellsing had been moved by Dean Winchester's death but Dr. McCoy was taking it particularly hard, blaming himself for not being able to save the man. He'd thrown himself into work to distract himself, Jim could tell, but somehow his work at Hellsing and his work at the temples conspired to keep him out of Jim's sight all day, every day, lately.
His trained senses caught the sound of someone on the path ahead, moving toward him, the cadence of footfalls telling him they were running. He snapped out of his thinking, attention coming to bear on the figure ahead, quickly appraising the situation. Nothing chased her, and her bearing didn't seem worried, or defensive. Nothing about what he saw and heard told him to ready himself for a fight.
He relaxed, offering a bright, easy smile as she approached. He recognized her. Didn't he? He thought he'd seen her in medical once when he'd poked his head in looking for always-busy friend. "Hi," he called out when she was in earshot. "How's the running going?"