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PostSubject: Today's Forecast - Open   Today's Forecast - Open EmptyThu Dec 27, 2012 7:00 pm

Every brochure for the city spoke of the shopping, the sites, the food and the culture. The skyline was just as worthy of note, marvels of architecture reaching up from the bones of the earth to the gateway of the heavens. The monuments had charm but each skyscraper was compared to a finger, a part of humanity’s hand reaching up in awe of the sky’s majesty.

They were a black smudge on a painter’s canvas in his mind, pitiful towers of rock that could never amount to a beauty unknown by humankind. It was not within their shallow depths to comprehend the vastness of the sky. They looked to it with wonder and fear, evoking myths of its patterned stars, swirling vapors, or celestial bodies. What was rain? And what was snow? Could their sacrifices end the raging storm or bring a life-giving rain?

The race of mutants did not dream such nonsense. They knew, felt and experienced more than any human ever could – or would. Devon smiled inwardly though his face remained a mask of indifference as azure eyes gazed out over the city. A human might have found the sky dull, lifeless and gray but he was intrigued by its levels of detail.

Ashen clouds were lined with silver and sewn with soft hues of indigo. A mere sigh could let loose a rainstorm upon the metropolis. Patterns of electrons wove through the clouds in higher elevations, striking at one another as pockets of moisture clashed with electrical activity. An occasional gust of wind stirred the debris upon the city streets but fiercer winds blew about the penthouse balcony he lingered upon. Devon suppressed such annoyances in the local area near him.

At higher portions of the troposphere the wind was far stronger, though isolated in pockets of nature’s chaotic brewing. A tinge of pink was edging at the horizon, flavoring the cloud cover with a peach’s warmth. “Hm, I am hungry, aren’t I?” Devon whispered aloud.

The day’s sun would soon spread over the eastern coast. Most of the clouds would trek eastward, slightly north, intercepting the sun’s path to burn partially away. The sky would be blue, occasional clouds traversing over the human beggar’s claw-like talons by noon.

What a gift.

It was not theirs for the taking.

They did not deserve it.

There wouldn’t be any drifts but flurries were to be expected. Cool airs of winter did not linger long over the District of Columbia. While Devon longed to float over the capital or linger atop the Washington monument he was not so foolish to think that his presence would go unnoticed. Maybe he could fly low enough not to be noticed by radar, but there were eyes in such important places.

Maybe he’d wait for night fall.

Everything had to be covert. Even Devon was getting tired of all the ducking and moving now. He didn’t know who to blame for breaking the news to the world, but one day Devon was going to figure out. One minute he lived in basic secrecy, the next day all the world knows of mutants and fears their terrible powers. Well good, they should be afraid.

The bad news was the government and who knows who else was taking it upon themselves to police these so-called problems. Not so cool and Devon knew cool; well he couldn’t affect temperature yet, but he was trying. Rain, snow, lightning… He’d do it one day and then he wouldn’t have to hide, wouldn’t have to run.

D.C. didn’t have good pizza, but it sure had a lot of topless bars. Politicians had to do something, apparently, because they sure weren’t approaching problems with wisdom or concern. Devon didn’t expect any of them to take his side.

He was on his own side and for now that would have to do.

Devon hefted the backpack on his shoulders as he inhaled sharply. As he lifted a foot, darkness swam like a thick fog over the blue irises of his eyes. It spread out, filling his eyes with a black void as the wind swept around the young mutant. He stepped off the balcony and swiftly descended, flitting through the partly cloudy day until he found a suitable and empty alley to land in.

Walking out onto the street, Devon proceeded along P, S, T… whatever streets these were until he found himself at the many shops of Dupont circle. There had to be something good to eat here. He might even be able to afford a whole sandwich if he were lucky.




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PostSubject: Re: Today's Forecast - Open   Today's Forecast - Open EmptyThu Dec 27, 2012 8:10 pm

After everything that had happened earlier that day, Samael was looking to relax. Which meant it was time to find more sinners, of which there were plenty in Washington, DC. The city was full of the corrupt, the up and comers, social climbers who would do absolutely anything to get ahead of the rest of the pack. It was disgusting.

He was back in his hotel room, a somewhat decent place uptown and had showered freshly and changed and once again was in his white leather jacket and upscale jeans, a dark shirt and of course his rosary around his neck.

Once he was ready, he left to see what trouble he could find in town and took a quick cab ride to the main shopping district of Dupont Circle. This is where he would find them, with their wicked thoughts. He stared at people as he passed by, a friendly smile on his lips. He could almost hear their thoughts, like little whisperings in the back of his head and if he strained just enough… but no, he could not hear them. Some day he would though, and he’d be able to find them even easier then.

But as Samael hunted, his body reminded him of his physical needs – hunger. Sometimes he forgot to eat, and that wasn’t good. He needed to maintain his physical condition, both for the hunt and for appearances to attract the sinners and put them at ease. Getting to thin would be no good at all, so he wandered around the area, pondering his options.

Samael did enjoy food, even though he forgot about it at times, but tonight he decided on something simple and he ducked into a small deli and got into the short line to order a sandwich.
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PostSubject: Re: Today's Forecast - Open   Today's Forecast - Open EmptyThu Dec 27, 2012 9:06 pm

Devon didn’t have a clue where to go. There were burrito shops, incense shops, sandwiches, costume jewelry, burgers, pasta, clothing… It was a rather jumbled mess but it seemed so was D.C. With the variety of people who came here, what could he expect? Then again, this was a matter of who lived here year round, who made a home here. How many people truly made a life for themselves here?

Blending in wasn’t hard, especially when the clouds drifted over the sun. A gray hoodie matched his mood, matched his lifestyle. He didn’t stick out; he didn’t want to. It seemed for the most part that was life here though maybe that was the fear of a vigilant government turned overzealous military force? When a talent could be mistaken for supernatural powers?

There were interesting people here and there though. A young woman in bright red and black leggings, who’d clearly just come from Yoga. A man in a finely tailored suit brushed past with sunglasses on and cell phone at his ear. Then there was the guy in white leather.

He went into a deli, whose size was small and the sign quaint rather than remarkable. Devon had to trust that a flashy local would know the right spots to grab a quick luncheon. You’d think someone dressed so flamboyantly would want to hit a hot spot but then this wasn’t dinner or late night drinks. That sounded fun for another lifetime maybe.

The circle was a dizzying array of young and old, political and not. Devon had to believe if you lived here you either worked for the government or for an agency that sold primarily to the government. It didn’t matter so long as they stayed out of his business. In typical fashion, he waited for another to go into the deli – a middle aged woman in a heavy coat – before following inside.

The air smelled of freshly baked bread and olive oil. Various meats, cheeses, and large bowls of mixed salads decorated the refrigerated deli counter units. A few sat at wall-side tables while most got their food and hurried outside. A cooler of sodas, Gatorade, milk and juice stood next to the register. All of that was rather mundane, but what stood out was the old retro style milkshake machine.

Devon smirked appreciatively and began scanning the menus hanging overhead.


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PostSubject: Re: Today's Forecast - Open   Today's Forecast - Open EmptyFri Dec 28, 2012 3:47 am

The line seemed short when he got into it, there were only really a few people in front of him. Yet it seemed that this was one of those places that prided itself on customer service – which is to say they chatted up every damn customer that came in and took forever just to make one sandwich. The place did certainly smell good though, and even as he impatiently waited, the sandwiches he saw being made were enough to make his mouth water with the things they piled on and the smells that came with it.

He leaned back slightly, looking up at the high menus that listed a rather large variety of sandwiches, toppings, ingredients, sauces, breads, soups and just about anything else you could associate with a sandwich type meal. Maybe that was why the idiot at the front of line was saying ‘Umm…’ every other word and was taking 5 minutes just to place their order.

Samael crossed his arms slightly as he stared at the menu some more and then glanced around briefly, noticing a guy just behind him dressed mostly in grey. He squinted briefly, wondering if he was a sinner. Maybe. Or better yet, maybe he was a local. “Any idea what’s good here?” Samael asked.
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PostSubject: Re: Today's Forecast - Open   Today's Forecast - Open EmptyFri Dec 28, 2012 8:48 pm

Devon looked down as he heard someone poise a question. He was considering half a ham and cheese with a cup of chicken soup and some crackers. It was remarkably average and remarkably common, but he hope it would still be remarkable anyway. He had no idea what was good here.

The white leather was looking back at him, nearly over the middle-aged woman between them. “Hm, get the roast beef,” she encouraged. “The minestrone soup is good but all the paninis with feta are good too.” She smiled somewhat awkwardly but looked favorable upon the young man before her.

Devon merely smirked. “I suggest the meatball marinara with the tomato soup, whatever stains more,” he added mostly under his breath but not really trying to hide it. He couldn’t help it, even if the question seemed innocent enough.

The guy was clearly seeking something out.

“Oh yes, their marinar…” but the woman trailed off, realizing how Devon had ended his comment. She frowned slightly but quieted.

Devon yawned and glanced back around the deli.

“Next,” called a young guy at the counter.

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PostSubject: Re: Today's Forecast - Open   Today's Forecast - Open EmptyFri Dec 28, 2012 9:57 pm

Samael had glanced at the young man as he asked his question, taking in the grey grey grey appearance. Or rather, grey grey grey… amazingly bright blue appearance. Those eyes were almost out of place. They reminded Samael of a sun break in the clouds, or God’s Light as they were sometimes known. Something bright in the sea of grey.

But someone else was talking to him - the woman who had been sort of behind him. What did she want? She was attempting to be helpful at least. Minestrone didn’t sound particularly good, but roast beef, if it was done right and not the overcooked over processed stuff one often found in delis.

Then the young man spoke up and Samael’s eyebrows rose slightly. Whatever stains more? What exactly was this boy trying to say? Was it a subtle jab at his white leather? Jealousy? Or dirty sinful flirtation and he was hoping to see Samael out of dirty stained clothing?

Intriguing.

Samael glanced at the woman and gave a small nod, “Why don’t you go ahead and go in front of me, I’m still deciding.” The woman just nodded thankfully without hardly even thinking it over and stepped up, taking Samael’s place as he looked back towards Devon.

“Meatball marinara, hmm?” he asked curiously, “Marinara can be difficult to get out, if some of the sauce slips out.”
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PostSubject: Re: Today's Forecast - Open   Today's Forecast - Open EmptySat Dec 29, 2012 2:01 am

Devon resisted rolling his eyes as White Leather bade the woman go before him. It was so sweet and noble and chivalrous and… What was this guy after anyway?

Did he really just ask what Devon had already pointed out?

Blue eyes fell briefly on the man before him. A fair amount of confusion passed over Devon and he shrugged. “Oh wow, no way,” he started sarcastically. Then his voice flattened, “Yep, you caught me, pointing out the obvious…”

Devon smirked anew, his hands going into the pockets of his hoodie. “If you still need to debate on the chances of ruining your jacket, I’m more than happy to go ahead of ya,” he nodded again. “Don’t strain yourself. Lunch is a serious matter after all.”

Oh God, why did I follow this idiot into this deli? So much for relying on fashion forward locals to know where to get good food. Apparently they might also be here to mock your mocking and that’s even if they were intelligent enough to understand in the first place.

Devon had to believe this guy wasn’t a total idiot so why he was plying on that line, Devon had no idea. He’d rather just get his lunch and be done with it already. His eyes had left the White Leather and gone back up to the menu as if to conclude the conversation.

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PostSubject: Re: Today's Forecast - Open   Today's Forecast - Open EmptySat Dec 29, 2012 5:34 am

The younger man’s first responses made Samael smirk just slightly, this guy had a little bite to him. But was he a sinner?

He watched as the guy put his hands in the pockets of his grey hoodie and continued talking with that smart little mouth of his. Samael was somewhat intrigued. “I don’t stain myself, I’m far too careful for that. Usually it is someone else’s fault.” Usually it was their blood, when he got too carried away. But that really was their fault for being so weak, for being so wicked.

Samael knew he had this man’s attention, but he wasn’t sure exactly why. He did intend to find out, however.

Samael’s eyes settled heavily on Devon, ignoring the menu for the moment even as Devon turned his attention back to the board. “Have you figured out what you want yet?” Samael asked curiously in his utterly calm demeanor. His gaze had an odd sort of intensity to it as well, the kind that made many people uncomfortable with its directness.

A moment later, however, and it was his turn to order. Turning his attention to the attendant, he smiled all friendly, "I'll have the italian panini, with the olive spread and a cup of the tomato soup. He paid quickly with cash - a $20 that had belonged to a mugger - and stepped to the side to await his food which would take a short while, and to await Devon's answer as well.
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PostSubject: Re: Today's Forecast - Open   Today's Forecast - Open EmptySat Dec 29, 2012 6:06 pm

“Yep,” Devon drew out the word, expressing his frustration with an exasperated sigh. He didn’t look back to the White Leathered stranger. Someone thought he’d make himself a conversation and Devon had absolutely no interest when he’d probably already made himself stick out enough.

Thankfully, the server called for the next person and as luck would have it, White Leather ordered the tomato soup. Devon was called forward, chuckling and shaking his head at the mirth the entire situation had elicited from him. Maybe D.C. could be entertaining without political bullshit after all.

“Ham and cheese on marbled rye with a chocolate shake, medium… please,” Devon tacked on the last word with a quick, forced grin. He reached into his pocket, drawing out not a wallet but a few folded bills.

He laid down a ten dollar bill, tucking away a five and a few ones. Another hand manifested a collection of coins, which Devon plucked through for the additional 1.38. Dropping it on the counter he took his receipt and backed away.

Let the others have their hot soups on this winter day. He could enjoy a cold shake and be all the better for it. Sooner they called his number the better.

Blue eyes glanced aside at the Soon-Tomato Leather but let his vision focus further past, through the glass to the busy metropolitan circle outside.


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PostSubject: Re: Today's Forecast - Open   Today's Forecast - Open EmptySat Dec 29, 2012 7:29 pm

Samael almost snickered at the sigh that escaped from Devon’s lips. So antisocial. Or possibly so jealousy. The young man was dressed so plainly, and Samael was dressed for a night out. Was it petty resentment? Or perhaps the young man just had no friends. Then again, with attitudes like that, maybe there was a reason for the lack of friends.

Still, Samael found it all rather amusing and he could appreciate a dry sense of humor. Maybe the young man just needed the Church. He watched the guy as he placed his order and was somewhat surprised by the choice of a milkshake. Odd choice for the middle of winter. His eyes also didn’t miss the way the guy counted out part of his payment from change. People didn’t really do that too much these days.

The guy came over and stood near him as they both waited for their food, which would take a few minutes since they both got grilled items rather than cold sandwiches, and the guy seemed to glance his direction. Samael looked back towards him curiously, “So do I annoy you, or do you just hate my jacket that much?”

Samael smirked slightly as he pondered. Was this boy wicked?
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PostSubject: Re: Today's Forecast - Open   Today's Forecast - Open EmptySat Dec 29, 2012 10:53 pm

Devon groaned. Not silently, not just above whisper, not even whisper. He simply groaned like a teenager would if their parent had asked them to do… well… anything. White Leather wasn’t going to let this die. Had he noticed Devon watch him enter the deli?

That was a possibility but it didn’t seem so, even if anything was possible.

Truly, wasn’t anything possible nowadays?

Can’t fly? Sorry, wrong. Can’t lift trucks one handed? Nope, there was a guy for that. There was probably a girl who shot raspberry-flavored soda from her pig tails. Eventually, all the genetic abilities were going to get played out after all.

Maybe then there would be a girl who could produce milkshakes from her… It would certainly bring Devon by her front lawn. He hoped they’d be some amazing flavor though.

“Can’t it be both?” Devon quipped, looking up from his exaggerated lethargic pose. “Do I annoy you, or do you just talk to young guys you’ve never met that much?” He smirked and then grimaced, holding up a hand. “Cause if so, maybe I’m a little scared. Your name isn’t like Dexter or anything right? I mean…”

He swallowed in false fear, eyes widening. “You find your hobby too messy? Tomato soup is probably child’s play for you to get out of white clothing by this point. Damn, I’m just screwed aren’t I?”

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Samael smirked even wider at the groan elicited from this young man. Was he for real? Acting like a sinful little teenager. Was this some kind of act? Or was this man, or boy, really so… immature? But no, you could see in his eyes that he wasn’t really immature. What kind of game was he playing then? What was the point of all this?

But Samael did chuckle at his comment and shook his head, “No, it can’t really be both. People can find me annoying, but nobody with any taste would hate this jacket.”

“But in answer to your question,” he continued, “I do find myself talking to boys I don’t know on a fairly regular basis. Women too. Well, most every sort really.” Then he chuckled, “A fan of Dexter, are you? Well so am I, though sometimes he’s a bit too messy.” Samael stared at the fear in Devon’s eyes, which definitely seemed a bit overdone and fake, “And no, I don’t think you’re screwed. Why? You haven’t done anything wrong, have you?”

Samael looked at the guy curiously, wondering what he would do next, more than a little intrigued at the reactions he had gotten so far and not the least bit self conscious.
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So now Devon was doing some guessing, like how old the guy was and where he was from because it wasn’t seeming like this was a local anymore. Well, maybe he was very local to Dupont. Devon had seen the byproduct of sunshine through rain showers decorating flags and windows around the area.

The guy sounded local to the east coast, not southern. He tried to control conversation. He was trying to learn things. He valued his taste in clothing. But that last line of questions was odd, even weird.

As a side note, Devon hated using the word weird, even when it did apply. Why? Weird, he had learned, was a word derived from the name of a god. Yes, there was a god named Weird, or more precisely Wyrd. He was an Anglo-Saxon god of Fate. Thus, when something curious or unexplainable happened the locals would laugh it off saying oh that was Wyrd!

Fate.

Damn it all.

“Clearly you have,” Devon stated with one down-turned eyebrow and another arced. “Anyone that says they haven’t is a liar. And nobody with any taste would wear that jacket,” he smirked.

“Number 85. Italian panini with tomato soup. Number 86 ham and cheddar on marbled rye with a chocolate shake,” a loud woman’s voice rang out. She was staring at the two young men expectantly.

Devon flashed a grin and moved to the counter quickly. He nodded and commented, “Thanks.” Then, taking a quick sip of his shake, the grey cloud headed for the door.

Oh to be rid of this strange white-coated inquisitor…

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Samael was still trying to figure out what game this guy was playing. He smirked wider as the young man attempted an insult about his taste, and as their numbers were called and they walked forget to get their orders, he glanced towards Devon. “Yes, I’m sure your grey on grey fashion sense is the height of fashion knowledge,” he said dryly as he picked up his sandwich and cup of soup, complete with lid.

He then headed for the door, just behind Devon and slipped out right behind him, glancing once more towards the young man.

“Be good,” he said, “and don’t forget to say your prayers tonight.” He gave a small smirk and turned to head a little further uptown.
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Dear God, dear God, it’s following me.

Devon glanced over his shoulder as the fashion-favoring fiend followed. The encouragement for prayers drew another groan. With a casual flick of his thumb he drew out the cross from within his clothes that normally lay hidden. It was his father’s originally, a gift that still hung on the silver chain his mother had given him.

The gray cloud’s voice took on a high, mocking tone as his head went back and his jaw rose. His blue eyes went skyward but he closed them as he prayed, “Oh Lord, please protect me from creepy dudes who want to touch me and think wearing white makes them somehow more pure and holy.”

A breeze only barely stronger than others rolled over the area, playing with hair and tugging on jackets. Yes, it even stirred Devon’s raven-color tussles. Devon shook his head and chuckled, lowering his jaw and opening those bright blue eyes.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, inquisitor,” Devon muttered, purposely putting his destination in the opposite direction as if he were a tourist vying for hotels just north of the capitol. Still, he wasn’t going to let the white rabbit just double back on him.

He was going to keep his eyes open.

“Mmm,” he slurped on his shake. It was dark and brown and delicious like his soul.

Wait…

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