Date: 2017-07-03 03:26 am (UTC)
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[Having a proverbial knock on the mental door is still weird, given that there wasn't near as much courtesy for him when he was in the Glaive. Knock and barge in is how usually that went, even if it was a more physical instead of a mental thing.

He'd been practicing his shields for the past few hours, on and off. They're not as strong as Steve's shields, nor are they so imposing, either. Bricks and mortar had been for Steve. Nyx's has taken in the form of thick forests and greenery, sunlight pouring in through the canopy and reflecting clear rivers. Somewhere prowling is a beast, white with blue eyes, a coeurl that is the last to fade away from the scenery as it shifts into something more open, more recent and certainly more militaristic than the former grandeur of his home: The Citadel training grounds. To the Earth-born people, it looks like Rome's ruins, covered in scaffolding, bullet holes, and knife marks all around a central column, surrounded by a levels of broken arches and columns spanning upwards to at least 10 stories.

Galahd keeps him safe, the Citadel brings him back. And so, with this image of the training grounds standing quietly in the sun, Nyx answers the door.]


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