Summary:Phobos has had a really long day. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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It's been a day. For Alexander. Time is divided now into the before and after. It's a clear delineation in his mind. Marked sharply with the events of the past night and the effects it had upon him. His roommates hadn't seen him since he left for the Friends of the Met event that had been a responsibility imparted upon him by familial obligations.
But it had become a bit more. Though he had avoided the press and police… and the emergency workers. He didn't want to go back home. Instead he came back almost instinctively to the Warriors HQ and ended up sitting at that same table he had talked to Robbie from.
Oh he didn't spend the /whole/ time there. He wandered, tossed ice cubes into the pool for the heck of it. Raided the fridge. But a good chunk of it was spent in the chair facing the Olympic pool with bits of ice chunks that he'd toss within.
Lazy perhaps. After all he was still in his tuxedo. Sans the shoes, having replaced them with flip flops.
Walking into the pool area is Robbie Reyes.
He slept on the couch and seemed to be indulging in his own activities. Though He notices Phobos apparently licking his wounds (theoretically. He doesn't know if, as a God, Alex can even be hurt), and he walks over to him, crossing his arms as he sat down, straightening out his leather jacket.
"Long day?"
Robbie's sense of comedic timing is non-existant.
"Weird one." And, to be fair he seems mildly shell-shocked. Though there are no bullet wounds in his clothes, nor tears, though it looks like it's been put through the wringer… and smells of brackish water. His hair is all slicked back, though, and there's blood on the pads of those flip-flops, though long dried.
"Was at that Met Robbery Event Thing." The words take a little bit to choose. "Was weird." He repeats, not exactly helping describe what happened.
Then he changes the topic. "What are the most memorable events that you /know/ for a fact changed your life?"
Robbie looks at Alex as he speaks, one eyebrow raised, apparently he was there. Which kinda makes sense. He always just assumed that Alex just had a bad date day. But…well, what else can you do? He asks him what his most life-changing events were, and Robbie nods.
"Well…when my mom and dad died, leaving me to raise Gabe. Not something I don't like doing but a change. The next? Well." He grins. "When I madea deal with a killer spirit, who happened to be my uncle…so that I could become Ghost Rider and avenge my own death."
Robbie grins then. Yeah, his life sucks. "and…I'm guessing a life-changing event happened to you today?"
"Maybe." Alexander digs a hand into the ice bucket and sends another broken cube hurtling into the pool where it skips a few times. His lips part as if to say something, but then closes them again. A few nods are given as if he was listening to some kind of inner dialogue.
"Of those, which… which do you feel has the most prominence? I guess? Like I hear some people say that their lives are always gauged as before some big thing or after. Only two parts really."
He looks over at the youth next to him, "The spirit? Your family? Maybe both?"
Robbie looks at Alexander with a bit of a smirk. "The Spirit. Without it, I couldn't clean up the streets. Keep Gabe safe." Robbie takes a breath, before he looks at Alex. "So whats this really about, ese? You didn't get into a spat with Storm, did ya?"
"Wha? No." Then his eyebrows lift, "Though I mean… she's a hard person to pin down." Not like that. His head shifts to the side, "We go out, but she is like… ethereal? Does her own thing. Like a goddess in the romantic aspect of the word, wild and free and all."
Then he tilts his head the other way. "But yah, was there at the thing. And about a dozen robbers in masks came in. They had this tape recorder they used to give instructions. They needed a volunteer or else they'd start shooting. So I was like, 'hey take me.'"
He crinkles his nose, "So they took me to the coat room, and were gonna execute me."
Robbie raises a brow then, grinning. "She really is amazing." Then he hears about Phobos's experience. "I'm sorry. If I knew…" They would all be dead, guaranteed. Vengeance would've arrived in force, and Hell would look like R&R.
Then Robbie looks at Alex. "What happened next after your show of heroism?"
"Oh that's the thing, man." Alexander straightens up. "I took those guys down, hit the fire alarm, got out and started to take them down. Got four of them on the edges, four more in the middle of the place, four more on the other side. I hit the first four, move on the ones in the middle…"
He uncurls a hand, "And it's all dark and the water spouts are firing and the red emergency lights. I charge to the four in the middle and they're shooting. But not at me."
He furrows his brow, "And I see this… figure, already having taken down the other four. And it's leaping into them. Just as I'm hitting. And we… hit these guys hard. Just take them down quick, and finish the last ones at the same time like, perfectly together in sync. And we're standing there. And she's…"
He straightens up, "She was just amazing."
Robbie chuckles then after he hears this story. "Uh oh. Your in love, arn't ya? Makes sense for the God of War's son." Robbie looks at him for a moment. "Tell me more. How did it end? Did this mystery lady take them all out?" Robbie asks. Sure, he was hell on wheels, but he didn't know any kind of martial arts or was particular fast.
"No, I asked her name, she left." But then it filters through his mind what he says and about love and Alexander looks indignant. "Nooo." That's sour as if he said something entirely nonsensical. "That's nonsense." Judgmental, yes. Still.
He holds up a hand and waves it to the side, "It's strange though. Like I said, weird." Then another piece of ice is grabbed from the bucket and side-armed into the pool. "But, it has made me think about a lot of things."
He tilts his head to the side and side-eyes Robbie, "Who do you go to see when you have magical questions or the like? I assume you run into that a lot right? Like weird magic spirit things?"
Robbie shakes his head, letting the matter of fascination of a woman pass. But Robbie looks at Phobos then. "I don't. Eli usually knows the what. But…I think there's someone in Greenwhich. Bleeker Street. Some kind of big wig sorcerer, may want to talk to him if you want. I think Raven's been around him a lot too, so you could ask her for help." Robbie says simply.
"Besides, I just kill the evil spirits and demons I find. Not a lot of room for fact checking as the Ghost Rider."
The blond youth's features twist into a grumpy scowl, his nose and features contorting like a McKayla Maroney sneer. But he shakes his head, "Meh." As if passing judgment on that prospect. Instead he grabs the bucket of ice cubes and shakes it a little, checking how many cubes are left.
"I have some questions about some spells, but I don't want to get my family involved. I'll have to wrangle up an expert or something."
That said he looks over at Robbie and smiles a little, "Sorry man, I'm rambling a bit too much. How are things with you?"
"Shitty, as usual, but I'll manage." Robbie replies simply enough, so used to it that it doesn't much bother him anymore. Though his attention remains on Alex's face. "Spells is out of my depth. I haven't learned any demonic magic and I sure as hell don't intend to. So…I'm not quite the guy you want to talk to. and don't worry, your not rambling. Not yet."
Robbie then shrugs. "Reconciled with her. Rachel. I just have a feeling she keeps pitying me when I don't want it. But, thats my problem." he shrugs a bit.
"That sucks, Robbie." Alex says, about the whole Rachel thing, nodding a few times as he reflects on that. One hand pushes through the mess of his hair and scritches the back of his neck at the end of it. "Give it time. You know people say it's like… a marathon, not a sprint." He's sure some people say that. As for the who exactly, maybe that part escapes him.
"But spells are out of my depth too. I found out a few weeks ago that I may be carrying some around. So I'm a little concerned about that."
"Isn't your dad a God? Can't he just break the spell?" Robbie asks Phobos then. "Or is Magic not his wheelhouse either?" even still, he'd probably know some people. Regardless, Robbie seems to wave off Phobos's concerns. "It'll pass with time." he says lightly.
"That's the thing," Alex stands up then, adjusting his tuxedo jacket and the cravat with the sweep of one hand. "I don't think it will. I sorta think maybe my gramps put it on me? Or had a hand in it. So yeah."
But then there's a glimmer of Alex's smile as it returns as he leans over and thumps Robbie on the shoulder, "Thanks for talking to me, man. I suppose I should go let people know I'm okay."
He scoops up the bucket of ice and starts to walk over toward the distant fridge where he got it from. Then his voice rings out as he shouts, "Bah!" In defiance of… pretty much everything.
Robbie then looks at Alex for a moment before he's thumped on the shoulder. Nodding just a bit, Robbie smirks. "Anytime man. What are friends for, Amigo?" he'll then watch as Phobos starts to take off, giving him a wave. "Buenos Noches." Then Robbie takes a moment to breathe, before he gets up, likely going to take the Hellcharger out for a spin proper.
Damnation style.