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Summer was coming to an end, and fall was slowly creeping in as the temperatures dropped and the store fronts down the high street started to change to muted and earthy colours.

Menus at restaurants were beginning to change, and school for many was already back in session. Though there were still people attempting to enjoy the last weeks of summer, despite the fact that the weather was already turning on them.

As always, there was plenty to do this weekend, and though tourist season was slowing down, the streets and the underground were as busy and bustling as ever.

(Though the GP takes place over the course of Sat & Sun, it is, as always, open for as long as people want to top level and tag in. Be sure to check back throughout the week to see who has tagged in!)

Date: 2015-09-08 08:54 am (UTC)
prodigalflame: (quietly pleased)
From: [personal profile] prodigalflame
Art was a thing, right? It could even be a John thing. After all, he'd been raised in museums and art galleries and appropriately respectable places, made into something, and then spent time trying to burn all the respectability down. The problem was he did actually kind of like art. And music. And dumb jokes, and picket fences, and very respectable boyfriends.

He'd not been the most diligent of visitors to the fair, however, ducking and weaving as he would through the crowd, rather than doing the whole 'stand in front of art, say something meaningful, move onto the next piece' thing. If he was gonna do this, he'd do it on his own terms.

So seeing a flash of red hair, he'd eased through the assorteds with an almost tactical sense of poise, and met that welcoming smile with a more cynical grin of his own. "That's very kind of you, miss." Gesturing at the display, he continued: "I didn't realise you could do this, as well. You should have a list of things you can't do, it'd be freaking shorter." It was a bit of a shock to begin to know just how multifaceted Em was, and pleasing as well - the world she'd come from at least had time for art. That had to mean something good, right?

Date: 2015-09-08 08:02 pm (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (whatchu talkin bout willis)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
Crowds were almost an organism of their own, and as Em had told Pyro on their first date, they had a rhythm you could learn and read. So when something broke up that rhythm, it caught her attention before she really saw what it was, or who. She tensed, thinking about possible exits and defenses, only starting to relax when she reminded herself professionals wouldn't risk a direct attack with so many witnesses. And the guy's who'd come after her had been professionals; she was sure of it.

The easing tension changed, became a different kind of protective when indeterminate threat resolved into John-not-Pyro, and then was replaced with confusion. What was he talking about? "The list of what I can't do is infinite. I'm just a fortuneteller who likes to paint."

Date: 2015-09-08 09:31 pm (UTC)
prodigalflame: (haunted by fire)
From: [personal profile] prodigalflame
Professionals might not, but then John was not exactly a professional. And certainly not a threat to Em. "'Likes to paint' makes it sound like a hobby," John began, bending to peer closer at a more stormy landscape, "and this is definitely not a hobby. This is good. It'd look great in the house." Straightening up, his eyes swung back to look at her - and the people over her shoulder, and the crowd in general. Even now, there was something of a cold, nearly calculating regard as he instinctually made sure he was aware of all the exits, and the easy targets. But watching people had always been a speciality of his - it was easier to hurt them if you knew their weaknesses in advance.

"I didn't catch your full name when we met. Sorry." He had no idea that she would be here, and realised at least on some level he probably wasn't making things easier for her, for them, but that was the hand they got dealt.

Date: 2015-09-08 10:08 pm (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (broken gaze)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
"It was a hobby until I moved here." Em had been lucky - if you could call it lucky when you suddenly found yourself in an alternate reality - to be expected for a show, and that Kendal had taken such an interest in her potential. But she still had a hard time thinking of herself as a professional artist.

"I used to do caricatures and adverts when I was with the carnival, and I still do quick sketches and things when busking. But things like this were just for me."

Date: 2015-09-09 02:41 am (UTC)
prodigalflame: (Default)
From: [personal profile] prodigalflame
Adaptability was just sort of sensible to John. You rolled with the punches or you got flattened. Still keeping one eye flicking over to Em, he stooped to look at another of her pieces. The idea of keeping something for yourself was something he could empathise with, and whle he performed (with fire or guitar) he didn't really do it for the crowd. "If you still do caricatures, there's one I'd gladly commission." He grinned a little then, mostly to himself, because it was Bobby he was thinking of.

Still, he wasn't there to just daydream about the best boyfriend in the whole damn world, so shifted his attention back to Em. And noticed her looking at the crowd, in the way he thought he recognised. A bit skittish, maybe? Not that John had ever been skittish. Or afraid. But alert. "You okay? You look like you're expecting someone," he added, quietly, straightening up and shifting into a more casually defensive position, feet apart and hand sliding in his pocket to grab at the ever-present lighter.

Date: 2015-09-09 03:12 am (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (looking ahead)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
Pyro reaching for his lighter was so familiar to Em, she didn't consciously think about it when she saw John put his hand in his pocket. "Not expecting, exactly. And nothing you need the lighter for." She hoped. No. No lighter, no fire. Not with so many people around.

"The cards didn't show something happening today." Which wasn't the same as them showing something not happening, which was why Em was more vigilant than she might have been otherwise. "I ran into a little trouble a couple of weeks ago, people who knew my name, and... all the artists are mentioned on the fair website."

Date: 2015-09-09 03:24 am (UTC)
prodigalflame: (old habits...)
From: [personal profile] prodigalflame
Huh. She knew him well enough to know what a hand in his pocket meant. Caressing the lighter in his pocket like a lodestone, he reluctantly pulled his hand back out - see? No destruction.

His spine stiffened at the mention of a little trouble, and he looked around with narrowed eyes like he could sense it. "Well, you're very talented," he observed. For talented read 'mutant.' "Some folks get a little jealous. Good to know you were able to take care of yourself." John's way of handling problems typically ended with charred buildings and burnt bodies. Probably not the sort of intervention Em - or Bobby - would prefer, but he'd still intervene if he had to. "If you know anything about the people who gave you some trouble, I could always try to track them down." He said it so evenly, and assuming that she'd know what he meant by that.

Date: 2015-09-09 03:38 am (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (new girl)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
She could reach into her own pocket, pull out the Zippo that used to live in her ever-present bag, but had moved to her pockets, when her clothes had them, since she'd been in London and separated from the man who'd made a lighter an everyday item. The Zippo with an Ace of Wands on one side, and on the other a Knight of Wands who would look frighteningly familiar to John if he saw it large enough for details to be apparent. She could, but she wouldn't. The lighter would stay tucked away like her memories.

"They didn't expect me to be so talented. Or to have help. We walked away with just bumps and bruises, so it could've been a lot worse." A week or two more and her ribs should even be back to normal. "And thanks, but I don't want to track them down like that. I'm not one to go looking for trouble."

Date: 2015-09-09 07:20 am (UTC)
prodigalflame: (totally kidding me right?)
From: [personal profile] prodigalflame
If they had compared lighters, John would have been stunned. And relieved. Stunned because he'd trusted someone enough to pass it on, and relieved because it wasn't his. His current lighter bore no marks, no images. It was as anonymous as he pretended to be.

"...We?" John asked pointedly, one eyebrow raised just a little. Seems he wasn't about to get a calling. "You got a mutant in shining armour lying about the place?"

Date: 2015-09-09 07:34 pm (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (i am)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
As protective of and good to her as Jag was, knight in shining armor didn't fit. And with how Jag had felt after meeting John, Em was reluctant to reveal too much.

"Not exactly. Besides, I would've thought shining armor is more Bobby's style. Or is it? I'm trying not to assume too much when comparing."

Date: 2015-09-09 10:55 pm (UTC)
prodigalflame: (Default)
From: [personal profile] prodigalflame
Well, she wasn't telling him anything about whoever-it-was that helped her. Rather than push further, John simply cleared his throat in response and noted it. Time was he would have pushed, if just to get his own way or showed he wasn't going to be ignored, but those times were long gone.

"Well, he'd help you out, that's for sure. We both would. Have to stick together, right?" Mutants would always be mutants, even in a world that didn't remember them. Even in a world where that Jag dude could not know he was a mutant. "But I wouldn't mention the shining armour around Bobby. Or suggest he's a hero." There was a touch of sadness in his eyes, a twist to his lips: he wasn't happy with the way things were, but that was the way they were.

Date: 2015-09-10 05:46 am (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (im a wanderer)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
The Bobby Em knew had the scars from protecting a school full of kids from an exploding boiler. He'd been an X-Man, smuggled mutants out of the States when they would've been put into camps otherwise, joined Excalibur when they needed him, and threw himself in front of a missile. And he probably wouldn't have considered himself a hero.

He'd have laughed at the knight in shining armor bit, though, she thought.

But the way John responded, maybe things really were different with his Bobby. "I'd rather none of us need the help, or a hero. Especially if that's a problem for him."

Date: 2015-09-10 08:04 am (UTC)
prodigalflame: (...die hard)
From: [personal profile] prodigalflame
"Not a problem, I mean - if you need someone to save your life, he's still your guy." And he was John's guy, at least, on a number of levels. Talking about Bobby softened John, reaching somewhere deep down inside to reflect on that day when Bobby had saved his life, momentarily somewhere else other than here and now in London, talking to Em.

Being in love with Bobby had always come easily to him, even if there had been times when the spite had rivalled the love. "He's still a goofball who tells stupid jokes, if you know that about him. He just wants to live a normal life, whatever that is. The idea of someone going around and beating up folks like us...isn't good." Bobby's reaction to it would be something John could deal with later, but he was already thinking ahead, thinking tactics. Because of course the attack on Em had to be mutant-related, to John. Part of him never stopped fighting the war, even if he used words more than flames these days. The flames still came in handy.

Date: 2015-09-10 08:53 pm (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (drawn attention)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
Em blinked, things making sense. "I don't think they were beating up people like us. The way they acted, they weren't expecting the kind of heat they got or me being able to bring up reinforcements. They weren't after us; they were looking for me."

Date: 2015-09-10 10:18 pm (UTC)
prodigalflame: (not a very good plan)
From: [personal profile] prodigalflame
"Last time I checked you were one of us," John replied flatly, dismissive. Just because she was a sort of friend didn't mean he wasn't about to steamroll her - he'd do the same to Bobby, after all. Hell, he'd done worse to Bobby. "So they didn't know what you could do: they knew you were special."

Taking a deep breath before he started to get real cranky - c'mon John, breathe - he could hear his old prison therapist's voice in the back of his head, he rested his tongue on his upper lip for a second or two as he groped mentally to get his head in order.

"You okay?" he enquired, more gently, concern in his eyes. "I mean really, no trying to be a tough hero bullshit."

Date: 2015-09-10 10:53 pm (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (you cant be serious)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
"They only cared about me because Alexandre Colbert was some kind of arms dealer or something." Enough old newspapers were available online Em had discovered that much. And he'd had a daughter, Marie-Ange, but Em hadn't been able to find out anything about her after she survived her parents' deaths.

"I'm doing a lot better, as long as I take it easy. Nina used to tell me any fight you walked away from was better than one you didn't, so... I'm okay."

Date: 2015-09-11 02:54 am (UTC)
prodigalflame: (discoursing)
From: [personal profile] prodigalflame
John looked at her for a few seconds, mouth compressed to an unhappy line. He clearly didn't believe her - besides, she'd only been in the universe for like 2 minutes, she couldn't really get what things were like here. Or had been, here. Not for the first time, John missed life the way it was a year or so ago: even if Em was right, any attack on a mutant would have been reported just because it was an attack on a mutant. There would have been investigations and protests and people trying to give a shit and sometimes failing.

And now they were fucking nobodies, and John did not like that one bit.

"I always thought the best kind of fight was the one your opponent didn't walk away from. Still, you should come round sometime: I'll cook, Bobby can do ice cream and lame jokes. You're not doing this alone, you know."

Date: 2015-09-11 04:00 am (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (peripherally)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
"For some opponents, I wouldn't disagree." For just a moment there was a hardness to Em's eyes as she thought about some people she wouldn't have minded leaving dead. Or worse. But that was in her world, and John didn't know anything about that or what life had been like.

"I'm not going to use my powers to kill some baseline who doesn't have a clue what I am." She could. It would be easy. But then she'd have to live with herself afterwards.

Then the rest of what John said caught up with the path her thoughts had taken. "Wait. You cook?"

Date: 2015-09-11 04:54 am (UTC)
prodigalflame: (quietly pleased)
From: [personal profile] prodigalflame
John shot her a grin, pleased almost to the point of preening that he'd surprised her. "Yeah," he affirmed, not sounding particularly nonchalant at all, "I'm pretty good: learned as a kid. And it turns out that fires and cooking go together pretty well."

Date: 2015-09-11 08:21 pm (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (veiled)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
That grin... wasn't Pyro. And strangely enough, it wasn't that hard remembering, John was so different in the details. He really was a whole other person.

"Fire and cooking can go very well together," she agreed. "And I appreciate the invitation. I just... I couldn't return the hospitality."

She could hear Jag in her head. Total wanker, and Best steer clear of him. Even if the squat was more dinner guest friendly, inviting John and Bobby over wouldn't have been a good idea.

Date: 2015-09-12 02:24 am (UTC)
prodigalflame: (discoursing)
From: [personal profile] prodigalflame
If she'd ever tell him that, part of him would shake his head: how could he not be like himself? And yet he knew he'd changed. The anger was still there, and the contempt, but they were more freely displayed, as was the arrogance.

"This isn't a quid pro quo thing," John shrugged. "You don't have to return it. Bobby and I....we don't have a lot of close friends." Oh, they both knew people in class, sure, they were both friendly - Bobby for one could never be anything other than helpful and friendly - but their home was a mutant-friendly sanctum. And John was worried they were kind of...insular. So, he'd appreciate it, but he left that unsaid.

Date: 2015-09-12 07:22 pm (UTC)
offthebeatenpath: (i am)
From: [personal profile] offthebeatenpath
Em had gotten better at reading between the lines with Pyro, but she didn't know how much that would carry over with John. But it did make her more aware of what could be read as rejection.

And she missed being with mutants - who agreed they were mutants - and knew what that could be like. Everybody liked Bobby, and John was trying - at least with her, although she couldn't forget how differently things had gone with him and Jag. And he didn't know she was in love with the him in another universe.

"Sometime, then, when you're not busy." She got one of the hand-lettered business cards she'd brought for the fair, and offered it to him. "Bobby has my number, but in case you need it sometime."

Date: 2015-09-13 03:09 am (UTC)
prodigalflame: (Default)
From: [personal profile] prodigalflame
"Yeah, he mentioned," John said offhandedly. There wasn't a lot of privacy between them: but he wouldn't have delved in Bobby's phone without asking or anything like that (probably) so he took the card between his fingers, took a moment to appreciate the design, and then tucked it in a pocket.

Besides, she wasn't an emery or a rival or someone who'd cut in and showed up his powers. For sheer curiosity's sake if nothing else, he couldn't just shun someone who knew him, sort of. There weren't a lot of people who did.

"We'll make time," he assured her. They were college students, 'busy' was a flexible concept. And it wasn't so hard to put enough on the table for three. "I am glad you're okay. We can discuss your nameless protector another time." Because if someone else had seen what she was and what she could do - well, that was a conversation for later. And John was sure to make sure that any mutant would be safe, whatever that took.

He turned from her with a nod, and eased himself along to look at some art further along in the Fair.


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