exsiliumlogs | [OPEN] Wait, let me set the record straight: I was never really yours in the first place.

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[OPEN] Wait, let me set the record straight: I was never really yours in the first place.

Date & Time: January 9 and onward
Location: in and about town
Characters: Jesse & OPEN to anyone
Summary: A chance for an everyday encounter with Jesse. Put the date in your subject line!
Warnings: Breaking Bad spoilers are likely.

[Jesse might be the only one who finds Exsilium's current state beautiful rather than desolate and depressing. For more reasons than one, if given the choice between here and home, he'd choose here without hesitation. The snow and the chill do nothing to deter him from taking long walks. For as long as he can physically stand it, he prefers the cold over being confined inside four walls.

So he walks. Every day, without any particular destination, without anything else to occupy him. The concerns of the Initiative and the Transports are no longer his own. Whatever they're up to, they mean little to him. He's still got enough stolen Russian gold to pay for whatever he needs without having to work, so that's how he's choosing to live for as long as he's able. His time is spent doing whatever he wants to do, and at the moment, what he wants to do is wander.

Freedom: that's what this is about. No one is ever going to make him do anything ever again.]

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[Kate patrols, and after the day before when she ran into something that wasn't a yeti to patrol for, she can't help but feel like this is an appropriate response to things. Unlike the day before, she doesn't walk with her quiver tucked under her arm, a bow pressed to her side. No, today, she walks as if she's ready for a fight, but she knows everyone she runs into won't be out for just that.

But still, some part of her is tense and prepared, fully aware of the fact that the dangers here do not only lie in what this Earth provides; there is still the matter of the Transports. And some of them ... some of them are dangerous.

When she hears Jesse's footsteps behind her, she turns, hand automatically moving to draw an arrow, but she pauses when she sees him. He's harmless, or at least as harmless as she can guess. Her hand lowers and she loosens her grip on her bow.]

Well, at least you're not a yeti.

[Jesse's hands fly into the air the second she turns on him, and they stay like that even after she's lowered her bow. He'll stay frozen in place until she gives him a clearer sign that she doesn't intend to shoot him dead. Like, maybe permission to move. (A lot of people want him dead, okay.)]

Totally - Totally not a yeti.

Not a yeti. [It's good to repeat it. His voice sounds familiar, as it should for anyone who has eidetic memory after such a long conversation. She watches him for a moment before she sets down the bow. She's not worried about him, exactly, and she knows that if anything else comes along, she's likely to hear it. The set down bow is only for his benefit, to make him relax.]

I think I know you.

[It's another moment before Jesse finally drops his arms back to his sides. He looks her up and down. Unfortunately, he doesn't have eidetic memory. All he surmises is that she looks a lot like his dead girlfriend.]

Um... Jesse Pinkman.

[The one and only. Probably a lot shorter and skinnier than his gravelly voice and rough cadence would suggest. A little guy for such a feared supervillain.]

[Any remaining tension—of which there wasn't much—drains out of her. She had read that he left, and it had actually disappointed her. Given the nature of their chat, she hadn't talked to the guy announcing it. It wasn't really her place. It was just one chat, promises be damned.

She waves a hand to herself and gives a half bow, though it's definitely one meant in jest rather than one done because she makes a habit of such things. She's grinning as she bends back up.] Kate Bishop. What are the odds?

[Ah, now he smiles in recognition.]

One in three hundred, I think.

Good thing I like to get out. I'll count myself lucky that you remember. [She's been told that doesn't always happen, and she has a feeling it'd be even worse for those who knew him—for him to leave and come back so quickly, and for him to know nothing at all. It doesn't sound pleasant, at least.]

I never forget a pretty face.

[Is it wrong to flirt with her? It's probably wrong to flirt with her.]

Good thing you're seeing it now. [It's totally wrong to flirt with her.] Were you headed somewhere?

Not really. Just enjoying the fresh air. And the view.

[He's shameless.]

It must have been really boring a second ago. [Leave it to Kate to bring it right to the point. At least she's confident.] Why don't we walk together?

[Never one to turn down the company of a beautiful girl, Jesse dips his head and shuffles to her side.]

What about you? Heading someplace?

[Kate motions down to her bow.] Patrolling. I like to make sure nothing is mobilizing against us. [Which is a little more business-like than she'd like, but Kate does feel better keeping tabs.] Usually, I don't find anything.

Ah, yeah.

[He glances at that bow again, then looks off to their surroundings.]

It's different here. From how it used to be. More peaceful, I guess. I can't even picture an invasion. Bombs falling.

Maybe it's just all the snow. The quiet.

It's the quiet that's got me out here. [There's a pause where she rocks onto the back of her feet.] I'm used to having more things to do immediately. I like to have all hands on deck. [She kind of throws her hands up like, oh well.] Plus, sometimes the yetis can be scary.

Lucky I ain't run into a lotta those. Soon as I see one, I take off.

[He scratches the back of his head.]

Uh, not that I'm a pussy or nothing.

Oh, yeah, I'm sure you're very brave.

[Not everyone's a superhero, anyway, so the last thing she'll do is judge. Kate bends down to grab her bow to turn and start walking, using a hand to motion that he come along. Mostly, she didn't want to leave her bow sitting there for too long.]

Hey. I can be. Sometimes.

[Jesse shuffles along after her, burying his hands deep in his pockets to keep them warm now that she's not holding him at arrowpoint or anything.]

Now I'm curious. When does "sometimes" apply?

[Even chatting, she seems to be aware of their surroundings. That seems important.]

[What a question. Jesse looks down, kicking at the snow.]

You know anytime you see somebody do something and you think, "Wow, that's the stupidest thing he coulda possibly done"? That's me. I'm that guy. I got trouble keeping quiet and doing what I'm told. I don't let anything slide. I get my ass kicked for it every time, but somebody's gotta say something. Can't just ignore shit and take the easy way out.

That's part of what I do, too. [Simply put. That's what Hawkeyes do. It's part of their job, and Captain America had made that clear. Clint's specialty is doing the dumbest thing ever; Kate's just marginally better because she's not Clint.

She has her moments, basically.]

It's about tempering that. Doing it at the right time. But everyone needs that someone.

[His lips twitch into a sardonic little smile.]

Tempering. Yeah, that's where the real problem is with me.

[There's still the part where he's aware of it. Kate's sticking with it.]

Are you usually doing this alone?

Doing what?

I don't know, whatever it is ... you do.

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