Thread: new york state of mind (attn jd holt)

JD cursed at the carborator as a thinner wall of one of its parts bent then separated as he twisted it with his hand. Potence wasn't always a gift. He closed his eyes and said a quick prayer of pennance and let his thoughts roam a bit. As was his habit, he let his body slump on the workbench and he sent his consciousness in a circuit around the shop, then returned to his body and sat up once again.

That old familiar feeling was there, just at the edge of his senses, that calling that... sense... that usually brought him to the right place at the right time... this one wasn't urgent and loud, but just faint... but it was there.

He smiled with a sense of adventure and grabbed his leather jacket and his ever-present couriours' tube. He never knew what following these urges would lead him, but it was always worthwhile...

...twenty minutes later, he strolled into the doorway of the Purgatory and looked around. Surely this was the place...

seeing jd enter kendov watched in case the mans other buisness brought him here. he gave a small gesture in recognition as he poured another shot for himself. the bar was starting to pull the normal night crowd and movement in the building became like a metro station and kendov just smirked watching from his table.

JD smiles as Kendov nods to him, and a look like something just fell into place crosses his lips with a smirk. Without hesitation, JD heads over to him. "Mind if I join you?"

((If the answer's a yes, JD slides into a seat and orders a beer then comments again))

"I'm sorry I had to leave so abruptly the other night, we'd just really begun to talk. I have to say, it's comforting to me that a veteran of your caliber is here during this present darkness."

when jd asked to sit kendov nods turning the second shot glass over and filling it ans sliding it over with the bottle.

" prior engagements are there for a reason. i took no offense." he gives a slight laugh " veteran...i did not think to gain such a title when i joined that war. but only the good die young yes? or is it more the ignorant dont live long ?" hedrank the shot pouring the alcohol backletting the spirits burn in his throat before swallowing it down

JD takes the bottle and pours a shot for himself. "It could be argued either way, I just usually say I'm too stubborn to die." He lifts the second shot glass and points to it, "I'm not intruding, am I? Was this intended for another?"

" the point is to outlast the enemy isnt it ?" he waves off holt's question about taking someones spot " no not anyone in particular was actually taking some time to come finish our conversation if you had time ?"

JD smiles, "Absolutely- I'd like nothing better right now. There's so much going on and I'm sure you have questions, considering some of the conversations I've had with Mackenzie lately." He tosses back the shot and sets the glass down on the table. "Clearly you have something on your mind and I'd certainly like to hear it or try to help." His blue eyes look open yet serious, friendly even in counterpoint to the many scars on his visible flesh.

" you know as well as i do warriors never do well on the politics platform. and it is still so to this day. unfortunately right now theres nothing my strengths can be used for. its not like we have enemies just roaming the street causing menace.. this is all more subtle which makes me all the more unhappy about it " he pours himself another along with filling jd's shot scratching at his face his resignation at what was going on obvious " but worrying about it isnt going to do much better. so i enjoy what ive got when ive got it. the world may end tomorrow you know "