Post by Daystar on Mar 4, 2022 3:16:45 GMT
"I'll let you know in a few hundred years when I've figured it all out," Alex joked. It felt odd to directly acknowledge their shared longevity, especially in this context. Sure, Burnout Garage had history, even a bit of a legend associated with its proprietor. But how long ago had the building been built? How long would the legend of the New York underworld's best getaway driver persist? Most likely no more than a thousand years, certainly not ten times that. Yet Daystar and Mettle would remain. If they stayed seated in their exact positions, the entire building could crumble around them, and all the people inside grow old and die, without either of them moving an inch.
It was a grim thought. Alex shook her head minutely, trying to discard it.
"I've been trying to do some redecorating on the Empyrean. Brought up some potted plants to liven it up a little. Plus, it helps keep the oxygen from getting too stale. But, uh... not much, other than that. Spend a lot of time training, a lot of time watching the world. Most of my day is spent on the ground, though. Train derailments, shipwrecks, natural disasters... that sorta thing, mostly. Last little while has been pretty light on the supervi-- uh, superterrorist stuff, so that's nice."
Alex mentally smacked herself for that little slip. Hopefully Mettle wouldn't be too offended by it. He didn't really seem like the type, but then again he was pretty clearly trying to evoke an old-timey mobster image, and that included a preoccupation with 'honor.'
It was a grim thought. Alex shook her head minutely, trying to discard it.
"I've been trying to do some redecorating on the Empyrean. Brought up some potted plants to liven it up a little. Plus, it helps keep the oxygen from getting too stale. But, uh... not much, other than that. Spend a lot of time training, a lot of time watching the world. Most of my day is spent on the ground, though. Train derailments, shipwrecks, natural disasters... that sorta thing, mostly. Last little while has been pretty light on the supervi-- uh, superterrorist stuff, so that's nice."
Alex mentally smacked herself for that little slip. Hopefully Mettle wouldn't be too offended by it. He didn't really seem like the type, but then again he was pretty clearly trying to evoke an old-timey mobster image, and that included a preoccupation with 'honor.'