Hunterprziel - P R Z I E L

He squeezes her hand lightly and pulls her in close so that he can wrap his arms around her. "He sounds like an amazing man. Like someone truly worth knowing. I am very sorry that I couldn't meet him. And I'm more sorry that you lost someone like that. Is there a good place in the Haven, hell the multiverse, where I can pay my respects, maybe let him know that his girls aren't alone, and that they're kicking ass?"

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.

Handling tough days with you ❦

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Agreed.

Hey, that's my buddy, Steve! I know him!

The Shining (1980)

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?"

He slips his hand into the open space and does exactly what she did. He lets the clouds slip through his fingers and feels the condensation form. He then does something different. He closes his eyes and stretches his mind out through his hand. When he first came to the Haven he let the Haven flow through him, felt its energy, its magic. He hadn't tapped into the world around the Haven before.

He feels the magic of the air, though it feels uncomfortable towards the ground. And there is ground, he can feel it distantly, but what sticks with him is the sky. He brings his hand back in and traces condensation down her nose to the tip. "A little something for my verbena."

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.