29 Chimera Court, Monday morning

[what_the_shock]

So, this was apparently one of those weeks Eliot had warned him about. Fortunately, Miguel didn't seem to be too affected; maybe that was his extra healing kicking in. Maybe spiders didn't react to pollen? Heck, how was he supposed to know? He hadn't exactly planned for this in his calculations.

Anyway, it wasn't too bad, but it was still annoying enough that he'd called up Heather and asked if they could use him for a while. Now he was just making some coffee, eggs, and bacon before he headed back to the Panoptichron. Saving other worlds sounded good right about now.



[Open post to anyone in the house or who wants to drop by before Miguel heads out!]

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[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan had a sword in his hand and a terse look on his face as he stalked through the living room. It wasn't that he was feeling particularly cranky so much as he was feeling frustrated, like there was too much energy and not enough him to hold it all in, and he'd never been terribly good with weekends like these.

He was less good with it now that he and Taka were over a century apart.

He did pause briefly in the kitchen doorway. He needed to get some water, at least, before heading outside to swing a sword around possibly until he collapsed.

"Coffee? As if there isn't already enough extra energy to go around right now?"

[what_the_shock]

"Different energy," Miguel said. "I'm heading back to my team for a few days at least, because I'd rather deal with world-ending mobs than this, and our coffee-maker's better. Bacon?"

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan glanced at the sword in his hand, and then sighed, sheathing it with a reverence and ease that spoke of years of work with a blade.

"Please," he settled on. "And then you can tell me some more about these world-ending mobs. Distract me, O'Hara, please."

[what_the_shock]

Miguel grimaced in sympathy. "They're mostly hypothetical." He threw a few extra pieces of bacon into the pan. "It's a small group, not a mob. They want to kick-start some war or other, and the Exiles - my group - has to stop them. I figure it ought to take a few days. Mostly it'll get me out of here."

[shiroi_tiger]

Normally, normally, Nathan would like to think that he'd nod and bow out right about there. That normally he would wish Miguel the best of luck in whatever idiot bout of heroism he was about to run off into.

He would like to think that. But really, he'd be concerned. He'd hide it well, but he would be. And then he'd offer to help anyway.

Damn it.

"How much experience have you got with war?"

[what_the_shock]

"More than I'd like," Miguel said. He flipped the bacon, gave up on the eggs and broke and stirred them, and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Never enough to deal with it again."

He glanced over at Nathan. "You?"

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan looked at Miguel thoughtfully, and then crossed the room, tabling his pride just enough to relax, to let the slight hitch in his step show as he made his way to the kettle to put the water on for tea.

"More than you, I'd wager."

Sometimes, when we woke up in the dead of night, he was still there.

"Tell me about your enemy."

[what_the_shock]

Miguel took note of that and nodded. "Some group called the Band of the Bland. I don't pretend to know how. Heather's gathering information as we speak, hence time for breakfast."

[shiroi_tiger]

"Hm." Nathan ran the water to fill the kettle, and then plugged it in, turning around to lean back against the counter. "Interesting choice of a name."

Band of the bland?

Just wait until he found out they were possibly even more ridiculous than the sentient swarm of bees.

[what_the_shock]

"Hey, I didn't pick it." Miguel shrugged. "Maybe they want the whole world to be bland."

[shiroi_tiger]

"Maybe as a whole, they're just terribly underwhelming. I wouldn't rule out anything around here."

Sentient. Bees.

"Have any use for a strategist?"

It didn't hurt to ask. He wasn't certain he could necessarily hold his own in a fight against people who potentially had superpowers, these days. But his mind still worked perfectly well.

[what_the_shock]

"We can always use help," Miguel said. "If you want, you can come and hang out with Heather at the palace instead of coming with us."

[shiroi_tiger]

"Tell you what," Nathan replied, looking thoughtful, "I come with you, get the hell away from here, and once we actually have an idea of the situation beyond the fact that some people with a questionable team name want to start a war, we come up with the game plan then."

[what_the_shock]

"Perfect," Miguel said. He shoved the bacon on one plate and the eggs on another, grabbed coffee, and sat. "Eat up, and we're off."