[This is definitely not the wisest decision Nate has ever made, and neither is is arguably the worst, yet it ranks up way there in terms of legitimate stupidity, riskiness, and danger: not necessarily on-par with throwing yourself off a building for fun, but still bad.
Okay, extremely bad.
Ironic that the only god in this place anyone might trust to give half a shit about what went on over at Rage's temple is the one god that Nate has pissed off back when he just wanted to have a fun, shark-free diving trip. The salad days.
Hat metaphorically in hand, Nate knows better than to approach the sacred ground of a (to be fair, parasitical) deity without something to offer, particularly when said deity is probably still recovering from everything that happened with the Null. What he rests on a stone outcrop is a recently-completed sketchbook, filled with drawings of the city, its residents, the alien architecture and landscapes. The best that a simple man can do.]
Uh...I'm not...really great at this, and um, haven't really been to church in- God, years, but. There's kind of a problem, down here? [He casts a look over one shoulder, back at the city.] Not like the expected ones, not like the Door, but a person.
[In his current state he knows he didn't have much of a chance against someone who could fly, pull abominations out of thin air, and likely catch bullets with her bare hands. Nate barely got away from that pale demon who attacked him in the alley, and it kills him that he was, effectively, useless in both circumstances. Watching it happen from a distance and knowing there was nothing he could do.]
She's down now, I think, a bunch of powered people managed to do something, so...you got any advice on how to hold someone that seems to be able to anticipate every move and can probably rip people apart like wet tissue paper? I've got a gut feeling she's gonna be really ticked off when she wakes up.
[He pauses, for a moment, looking around. It's quiet still. Back to the wall Nate slides all the way down to the floor, knees up and arms dangling over top of them. He waves at nothing.]
4/1 [action] oh my god
Okay, extremely bad.
Ironic that the only god in this place anyone might trust to give half a shit about what went on over at Rage's temple is the one god that Nate has pissed off back when he just wanted to have a fun, shark-free diving trip. The salad days.
Hat metaphorically in hand, Nate knows better than to approach the sacred ground of a (to be fair, parasitical) deity without something to offer, particularly when said deity is probably still recovering from everything that happened with the Null. What he rests on a stone outcrop is a recently-completed sketchbook, filled with drawings of the city, its residents, the alien architecture and landscapes. The best that a simple man can do.]
Uh...I'm not...really great at this, and um, haven't really been to church in- God, years, but. There's kind of a problem, down here? [He casts a look over one shoulder, back at the city.] Not like the expected ones, not like the Door, but a person.
[In his current state he knows he didn't have much of a chance against someone who could fly, pull abominations out of thin air, and likely catch bullets with her bare hands. Nate barely got away from that pale demon who attacked him in the alley, and it kills him that he was, effectively, useless in both circumstances. Watching it happen from a distance and knowing there was nothing he could do.]
She's down now, I think, a bunch of powered people managed to do something, so...you got any advice on how to hold someone that seems to be able to anticipate every move and can probably rip people apart like wet tissue paper? I've got a gut feeling she's gonna be really ticked off when she wakes up.
[He pauses, for a moment, looking around. It's quiet still. Back to the wall Nate slides all the way down to the floor, knees up and arms dangling over top of them. He waves at nothing.]
That's okay. I'll wait.