poly_chromatic | ♞ two :: i remember falling, i remember marching, like a one man army

[It's some fabulously obscene hour of the morning when Erik ~~bullies into life~~ fires up his network gadget and sets it on the counter in his kitchen to use as an impromptu webcam. His kitchen and living room are attached, so through the monitor one can see not only the front window with its curtains open, but the viva-la-whathehell going on below it.

Erik himself is leaning against the window and smoking, dressed from the day before like he hasn't been to sleep, and contemplating the unfolding scene with acerbic dispassion.]

Your City suffers from a poorly organized case of Revolution, it appears. [Capital letter audible.] Are we soldiering bravely on toward anything in particular, or have we lost one too many games of Risk?

[He smokes. Acerbically, or one of those other synonyms for 'dry' his typist is running through like Kleenex.]

Circumstances being what they are, this does strike me as the ideal time to mention I'm advertising my services as a locksmith. A profession coincidentally also often dealing with securities.

[Wouldn't it be comically inaccurate if this gave anybody the impression Erik was against bloody revolution as a means of affecting change.]

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[ Maybe they should start announcing themselves but he's not really -- well, he mostly follows Steve. Where else would he be but by the Captain's side. ]

Well, there is. Steve's the one you want to talk about, Captain Steve Rogers, he's in charge. He'd be happy to listen.

[ A pause, an exhale. ] Plenty of things in the City don't make sense. Setting fire to things for no reason is one of 'em.

[It doesn't matter, Erik views most law enforcement from a disdainful distance anyway.]

Always good to have a point of contact.

[Erik laughs; it's not a nice sound.] No. It's things like the very small hippos that didn't make sense. With context this seems exactly like something humans would do.

It makes life a lot worse for the people 'round here trying to keep on with their normal lives.

[ Because that's the thing that bothers him the most, the aftermath of something like this. The rest of the people in the City have to deal with it. ]

♞ two :: i remember falling, i remember marching, like a one man army

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