Arief Rachmad

He clears his throat before speaking. "You chose very well, darling. A pink dress is wonderful. I love it. Never loved one more than right now. And it's perfect for what I was thinking about for the evening. Something nice and relaxing, comfortable."

She's a little embarrassed, standing there in her little pink dress in front of the other Poppies outside of decon. They know who she's waiting for and send her secret smiles and whispers of encouragement, but her heart pounds anyway. Amazing that someone who can comb the multiverse saving so many people would have such a hard time meeting their own boyfriend for a date at the Haven. Proxima fusses with her skirt to give her hands something to do while she waits for him to arrive.

He steps out the shadows in the decon room and into the light for the decon process. It takes a second try to get his passcode right and he's pretty sure he can hear the Poppy giggling. *So much for flying under the radar tonight.* He slips his sunglasses on as the door opens and his eyes adjust to the Haven's light. He sees her standing there in a cute little pink dress and something happens that hasn't happened since his powers awakened years ago.

He trips. On his own feet. Or the ground. Who knows. Muscle memory kicks in and his powers catch him before he hits the ground, levitating him just above the pavement. He rights himself and walks to his girlfriend, smiling awkwardly.

Prziel smiles as he plucks one of the S&W 500 rounds from the case. He squeezes the bullet with his superhuman strength and feels the resistance of the otherworldly silver.

"Oh, you get me the greatest stuff. Still silver, but not so soft. This'll work great. And yes, a rogue pack had moved into some vaguely disputed territory. It was an issue for the local packs to keep in check, but some tourists went missing and I've been hired to find out what happened. I've found some of most of them, and I think I may need these. Care to join me? Bound to be blood, teeth, and broken egos. A lot like most of the times you take me out, but probably more hair." His own smile slides into a smirk.

"We've got to stop meeting like this. People will talk."

Summer rolls her red eyes, lightly, smirking at her old friend. "Then they'll talk about the bullets you asked for, and I'll get a bump in business, hm?"

She withdraws a hard case, laying it on her forearm and opening it to reveal the shining contents.

"Full metal jackets, pure Argonite silver. Hunting werewolves, are we?"

Night City Suburbs

[all my cyberpunk shots]

Love how the kitty is just chowing down on Vincent's thumb.

Can you eat human food and drink human drinks, or are you blood-only? [also do you sparkle]

Yeah, I can eat human food. I love me some root beer and chili dogs. I can also feed on fear and a couple of other things, but I feel gross when I do. And no, I don't sparkle. If you meet a sparkling vampire, please understand that that's a lifestyle choice and try not to kink shame them.

Or touch them. Glitter is the devil to get out, asexually reproduces, and is a fae curse.

He's heard mention of a mentor that meant the world to Summer, but of course, the assassin had always been sparing with details of her past. And now, here was his girlfriend singing the man's praises. Prziel was beginning to wish he'd been able to meet him.

"What did he mean to you? Personally? He sounds like a good man."

She's a little embarrassed, standing there in her little pink dress in front of the other Poppies outside of decon. They know who she's waiting for and send her secret smiles and whispers of encouragement, but her heart pounds anyway. Amazing that someone who can comb the multiverse saving so many people would have such a hard time meeting their own boyfriend for a date at the Haven. Proxima fusses with her skirt to give her hands something to do while she waits for him to arrive.

He steps out the shadows in the decon room and into the light for the decon process. It takes a second try to get his passcode right and he's pretty sure he can hear the Poppy giggling. *So much for flying under the radar tonight.* He slips his sunglasses on as the door opens and his eyes adjust to the Haven's light. He sees her standing there in a cute little pink dress and something happens that hasn't happened since his powers awakened years ago.

He trips. On his own feet. Or the ground. Who knows. Muscle memory kicks in and his powers catch him before he hits the ground, levitating him just above the pavement. He rights himself and walks to his girlfriend, smiling awkwardly.

Sometimes, you get to see the world.

            Give me a few days of peace in your arms—             I need it terribly. I'm ragged, worn, exhausted.             After that I can face the world.