( closed ) there is a tide in the affairs of men

[jigsawn]

characters: billy russo (jigsawn) & co
location: various areas in beacon
date/time: all throughout august
content: catchall for the month
warnings: none as of yet



( if you would like a closed log with bill this month,
hit me up at voicelog or pm for plotting and starter arrangements.

otherwise, feel free to touch his inbox anytime! )

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AS DISCUSSED........

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[ He's always out here, in recent days.

If not at the edges of the town - roofs are starting to get crowded now, what with the bevy of people clambering onto them while he's just trying to hang out - and the alternative is the beach, which is a sight more quiet but lacking in visual diversity. Nate would give anything to go for a dive if not for the fact that the water, already an inky black, would be content to swallow him whole. Be a pretty fucking stupid way to die.

He likes the woods, though. Lovely, dark and deep, insects he can't quite identify, the chances of running into people slim seeing as most of them travel in small groups and make more noise than he does. This is not to say that Nate is especially quiet, being the sort of man to fill the void by occasionally talking to himself, but neither is he tripping over every cluster of roots.

It's less exploratory tonight, more of a walk to clear his head with a bag of necessities in the event that something goes horribly awry, but it doesn't mean he isn't armed. Nate didn't have to learn that preparedness from Hadriel; it might be the only thing that's really stuck with him since he started carrying decades ago. Habits like that have him reaching for his gun the instant he hears a nearby twig snap, and he turns to see a-

Mask. Slightly creepy, cast in odd shadows from what little light their lanterns give off. At least Nate knows they're a resident, given that. His shoulders drop and so does the Beretta in his hand. ]

Jesus Christ. You scared the crap out of me.

[jigsawn]

( billy has spent more time exploring the woods than he has staying in town for the past month.

constantly on the move, he only stops to rest when he's hungry or low on energy. sleep hasn't come easy for him long before his death, so aside from a few minutes of resting his eyes every now and then, he hasn't done much of it.

it helps to have something to focus on — an objective. a mission. winters had told him that they were brought here to fix this world and it seems like a crucial part of it is finding new areas. locating the village is just the beginning for him.

if it weren't for his blades arriving on the ferry, he would have kept going.

maybe he is running away from his problems in a way, but disregarding his less than ideal coping methods, they're working for him and it's all that matters in the long run. he will work out what he has to work out eventually, whether it's the anger, the confusion, the pain or all of the above.

with a fresh set of supplies, he plans to return to the village in a couple of days. for the time being, he has entered the woods to find a place to rest — far away from the more populated area. naturally (but not surprisingly), he doesn't expect to run into anybody else, yet...

well, here we are. )

Sorry. ( it doesn't sound very sincere, but it's still something. ) Just passing through.

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[ Visibly relaxing, possibly more than he should in the presence of a no doubt well-armed person in the woods, Nate shoves his gun back into its holster and chews the silence for a long moment, appraising him. It's weird, having been here a month and never having seen him in person before. He can only assume the masked person is a he, given the voice and the way they hold themselves, the succinct declaration made over the network not long ago about the village.

Hands on his hips Nate gets a survivalist kind of air from him, based on the gear. If not military then mercenary, someone accustomed to harsh environments and mitigating the risks they pose. Not necessarily a loner, but not someone abundantly comfortable with company, either.

He knows the feeling. ]

You made that announcement, didn't you? About the new area across the river. [ Nate huffs a laugh, shaking his head. ] Last time I made a post I was fielding questions for hours.

wanda maximoff ( @hext ) | august 1

[jigsawn]

( he has been back in town for a while now, keeping mostly to the woods. it's peaceful out there with minimal chance of running into people. billy wouldn't consider himself antisocial by nature, but after everything that has happened in his life, he just isn't feeling particularly chatty or in need of company.

not when everyone he has ever been close to has either turned against him or died. too many losses. too many questions left unanswered.

he is better off alone.

when the ferry finally arrives, billy waits for the crowd to dwindle before he slips into the cargo hold to collect his goods. it seems rastus more than pulled through for him. three wrist blades and a ka-bar — more than enough to sustain him until he can convince the bird to get him some firearms.

shoving them into his bag, he makes his way back out of the ferry onto the dock with every intention to disappear back into the forest. )