Log: Days And Days

[le_chevalier]

WHO: Haji and Open
WHAT: Haji being Haji And starving himself again.
WHERE: The Streets and Housing
WHEN: After the clone fights, and the 9th of November.
WARNINGS: Vampire feeding, if anyone is willing...?

Closed to Lorna, backdated to after the attacks.

The last thing Haji expected in all of his years was to come face to face with himself. A damn near perfect copy of him, except the other him talked to damn much, had a normal hand and wanted him to hurt. Which, were all things he could have been easily had he not made the vows he made over his long years. The fight had lasted longer than he would have cared for, and he barely came out on top, as it was his suit jacket was shreaded, and he was bloody. The bandages on his hand had to be replaced.

What a fun stop at the DualisMart to buy new ones. When he had returned to the room he shared with Lorna, he was in a simple new suit shirt and black pants, clearly not the clothes he left in, his shreaded bloody jacket laid on the chair near his bed so he could stitch it back up later. He knew he would need to feed soon, but he as always wasn't worried about it at the moment, it was just minorly annoying with the blood that was seeping through his new shirt as he sat down to start stitching his jacket back together, for once he left his hand unbandaged while in the room since it was easier to sew that way.

Open; to much walking shoes warn thin.
After a long night at the opera house, Haji had done as he did most nights and taken back to walking the streets. It wasn't like the long lovely nights in Paris, this city didn't breath like the old city did, but still he could find ways to kill the time by walking.

The bright lights were filling the night, and everything was to loud and to busy for his liking. He knew part of it was the need to feed was rising again, he would have to handle it soon. He really just didn't want to drink from someone living and after seeing the blood donation video he didn't trust the blood offered... nor did he think anyone would offer after that display the apperently other chevalier or vampire or whatever did. Idiots.

Walking along he sighed eventually stopping and leaning on a wall, realizing he had walked all the way back to the housing building, instead of walking in he just leaned there, thinking about where Saya might be now, to try and push off the hunger.

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[whereishe]

A city that never sleeps. Yuna wondered if Zanarkand had been like this. Lights filled the city like a sea of stars locked in a canvas of buildings. "Are all cities like this?" She turned to find that she was alone and talking to herself.

Oh well.

Yuna left her room and went to explore the city. Maybe she could find a place where the stars were visible or see if there was a coast somewhere nearby. She'd love to see the ocean again but she doubted that there was anywhere like that in the city.

She didn't make it very far. She spotted someone leaning against the wall of the housing building and paused. "Excuse me." Her voice was sweet but careful. "Are you alright?"

Yuna wasn't the kind of person who could just ignore those around her.

[ferrokinetically]

Lorna had encountered mutants that could shapeshift but that was different than these copies. The one she had encountered looked almost exactly like her except for an exposed bit of wiring around the wrists. It had found her walking around alone and gotten the jump on her. That first attack had been where her currently bloody and bruised shoulder had come from. The thing had caught her by surprise and that had fueled her anger with it. Emotions were a power for tool for Lorna and the copy happened to be metal. Lucky for her, unlucky for it. It had been a struggle to rip parts off of it, but she'd come out victorious. Exhausted, but victorious. The first thing she'd wanted to do was get back to the room and see about cleaning up her shoulder.

When she walked in she tilted her head and arched an eyebrow. "Guess I wasn't the only one that had a run in with the worst part of myself." Sarcasm. It made the situation easier, at least from her point of view. "You really think your focus should be on the jacket right now?" She'd met a lot of stubborn people in her life, but she was pretty sure she'd never met someone who would start sewing a jacket up while they were bleeding themselves.

[le_chevalier]

When the door opened the muted blue eyes shifted up to look at the woman entering the room. A slight tired nod of greeting given as she started to speak. "You could say that." He spoke softly, but he was learning to open his mouth and speak here. Even when he'd rather not, it wasn't healthy to keep everything bottled up and without Saya he felt he had nothing. Now he was trying to find something to help push him forward.

"The wound is already healing, stitching it will only be more headache later... Unless it bothers you of course." He added, He knew if he fed properly it would already be healed but now he's starting to wonder who he can even safely feed from if their are copies around. "I need the jacket for work tomorrow."

[ferrokinetically]

"I have a friend that can do that." She hesitates as she takes a seat on her own bed and lets out a heavy sigh to try to hide her wince from her own injury. "Heal fast. Always thought he lucked out there. Made him reckless." There's irony in her accusing anyone else of being reckless.

"Take it you don't have to worry about infection either?" There's a hint of concern in her expression. Since she got here she's kept to herself more than she probably should have. It's not that she's antisocial by nature, but her trust issues are wrapped up in trust issues. Makes it hard for her to be willing to interact with other people and even harder to open up to them.

"You just gonna go back to work like nothing happened?" She's assuming he ran into some robot version of himself. Maybe he that wasn't what happened, maybe she's the only one that found some alternate version of herself.