Connection

September 12, 2015:

Reese and Hal hang out a bit in the park.

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NPCs: Moloid, Max

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Fade In…

Seikatsu was a busy girl. And it has been almost a few weeks since she's seen Hal. She slipped out one night and never came back, though he.. more than anyone should understand and know that it was her way. Many changes have came about; her being a foolhardy prophet to some underworld evil most recent, her being bound to Satana not so recent but a growing concern.. Primal Force and.. well. She's just been busy. But there was something else that was going to happen, and she knew it was coming soon.

Either way, she just wanted a quiet day to herself and her little minions. A fist full of cash bought her a bunch of hotdogs and quickly made sub sandwiches from the vendor carts, all in a plastic bag as she sits upon the bench, a nice.. huge big gulp of Pepsi filled with ice that she could crunch on later. The moloid, which she hasn't named yet, sitting by to rifle within the bag, picking lettuce from his piece of sandwich to toss towards Max, who's head is laying upon Reese's lap. This? This is the stuff that made life worth living. Quiet moments like these.

Hal Jordan tracked Reese down relatively easily, having long since marked her as an entity of interest on the ring's sensors and, so long as he willed it, he would be able to find her. He lands gently and resumes a relatively simple civilian garb, an old Air Force tee, jeans, boots. He makes his way into the park a bit, pausing to hit a vendor himself. In his case, he gets the big salty pretzel, a little container of nacho cheese tucked in between his fingers.

"Do you have a license for that thing?" he says, gesturing towards the moloid, "I'd hate to see the look on the dog catcher's face."

What made life worth living as well? The silly little remarks that came from Hal. She didn't have to jump or be surprised, all she had to do was cover her mouth and laugh a little, with a little reach and tug of the moloid against her shoulder. It wore a silly little red hat, it was cute. Well, she probably thought it was even though she didn't know what it looked like.

"I'm not putting him on a leash, if that's what you're thinking." She moves her bag of food out of the way, shifting her legs so that Max could be replaced by the bag. A burger was pulled out and fed to the dog, who eats it rather quickly. "I'll just say that he's one of those children with one of those degenerative diseases." She smiles just a touch, then pats the bench beside her. "How have you been?"

Hal Jordan shakes his head, "Leash, cage, potentially wearing an organ grinder's costume…I have a whole list of possibilities," he says, playfully making a face at the thing that she can't see. He takes a bite of his pretzel and moves to take a seat next to her, resting his elbows atop his knees.

"Not too bad. Been a little quiet, having the place all to myself again. Not that I blame you, I know you're a nomad," he says. "Could've left a note, though."

The moloid gives Hal an angry look, struggling and tugging itself away from Reese so that he could turn his back to the two and work on his hotdog. At least the little bugger was neat. She does frown just a touch, shifting a little uncomfortably. "I'm sorry.." She.. just didn't know how or what to explain. It was.. odd. Possibly something he wouldn't be used to dealing with.

"I just always assumed that you'd find me if you wanted to see me or needed me. And.. I was in such a wreck that I forgot to map the way back to your apartment. And me having a phone without your number doesn't necessarily help.." Odd couple, they were.

Hal Jordan shakes his head, "No, it's okay," he says. He's come to accept that she's different, from any woman he's ever known, and that he has to make allowances for those differences. It's strange, he's always been in these intense, whirlwind relationships, where he'd end up being the center of the woman's life. It's strange, sometimes, to accept that he's not the center of Reese's. It doesn't mean their feelings are less real, but it does mean that he has to keep his ego in check - and manage his expectations.

"Why were you a wreck?" he asks, concerned.

"The way you say that doesn't convince me that it is." She shifts the bag to the ground, allowing Max to pick into the food as she takes her soda to sip, turning just a touch to come face to.. side of his face with him, as it were. "It won't happen again, I promise. But I have to warn you, I haven't written a letter in nearly one hundred years.." She was kidding, at least.

Though.. in relationships like theirs? She had to remain transparent. What would they be together if they kept secrets? "Well. I became a prophet to some underworld evil who may wind up targetting you next because you're powerful, and a bit before you came back I was bound to a demon woman. You know, the usual." Downplayed, but she was afraid. "Nothing a little holy water and magic can't fix." Beat. "Now give me a kiss."

Hal Jordan raises an eyebrow at all of that, but he's not so foolish as to just bypass the kiss. He leans in and presses his mouth to hers, cupping the back of her neck with strong fingers, the ring of power on his finger glowing softly in response to the emotions that run through him with the contact. After lingering with her there for a while, though, he finally breaks the kiss softly to comment on what she said.

"Letters can be metaphorical. A voicemail would do, too," he says, "And underworld evil, you say? Just show me where to punch it."

She closes her eyes as they kiss, electrifying as ever though given the demand and circumstance. As he pulls away, she rests her forehead against his, her fingers lifting to grasp upon his wrist that hangs upon her neck. "I know.. and I lied, I have written letters recently." She does shake her head though, slowly drawing away so that she could rest her head upon his shoulders.

"It's not that simple. Though, nothing really ever is. But I've lived this long and managed to find my way out of worse.. though there is still that issue of my old friend out there somewhere.. but she's gone dormant. Suppose it's for the best."

Hal Jordan nods, "That the psycho demon lady is dormant? Yeah, I'd probably put that in the 'for the best' category," he says. He shakes his head and gives her another kiss, this one just on the corner of her mouth, affectionate and simple. "But I understand not simple. My life, after all, is complicated by alien overlords in pajamas from deep space. Once you've had that sort of thing happen to you, you begin to take strange things in stride to a certain degree."

"But I hope you're facing these things with confidence and determination, and not just fatalism. You've been all too willing to let yourself die at times in the past…and I'm not particular

Hal Jordan nods, "That the psycho demon lady is dormant? Yeah, I'd probably put that in the 'for the best' category," he says. He shakes his head and gives her another kiss, this one just on the corner of her mouth, affectionate and simple. "But I understand not simple. My life, after all, is complicated by alien overlords in pajamas from deep space. Once you've had that sort of thing happen to you, you begin to take strange things in stride to a certain degree."

"But I hope you're facing these things with confidence and determination, and not just fatalism. You've been all too willing to let yourself die at times in the past…and I'm not particularly inclined to humor that."

"So far.." She reaches up to touch his face after the kiss, drawing her hand down towards his chest as she gives a slight nod. "One of these days, I'd like to meet the little.. was it blue or green men in pajamas. Or at least an otherworldly field trip, call it a bucket list I've created since I've met you."

She was careful about moving upon the bench, the moloid scooting a little bit out of the way, who then soon hops down to feed the rest of his hotdog to Max, and then tugs upon Reese's shirt for her soda. She hands it to him, then focuses upon the conversation at hand.

"I.. am and am not." She confesses. "I'm likely right in understanding that this could be the end of me. But.. I also will not go down without fighting. Hence, me telling you and a few others, because I know one day, I'm going to need you all."

Hal Jordan nods, "You've got me, whenever you need," he says. "Simple as that." He's not going to be overprotective or try to play savior in this particular case - Reese has, for better or worse, managed to make it a long time on her own and he knows he's out of his depth with a lot of the supernatural stuff in her life. For all his own complications, his conflicts tend to be relatively simple - see bad guy, hit bad guy really hard.
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"And maybe someday. They're…shy or, at the very least, arrogant little shits who don't take well to unauthorized visitors. But I also have a habit of telling them where to stick it. at the very least, maybe I can introduce you to some other Lanterns sometimes. Kilowog would like you."

"How about daily?" She asks, though she knows that's impossible. The worlds need protecting, all of them. But it was a dream, after all. She's finally had him back but yet left him all over again in the same night. Stupid, foolish immortal.

"Kilowog.." Reese sounds out, her brows scrunching just a bit, drawing away to 'look' towards him, her expression strange. "I had a thought about that, a long time ago. A very fleeting one." She pats his chest just a little, then leans back. "There must be millions of you all out there, with the same name. In their own sectors of.." She gestures out towards the sky. "And.. I bet at least a grand few of them have been here in secret."

Hal Jordan nods, "Of course. That's even how I got the job, because the Lantern for our Sector was attacked and crashed here. There are several inhabited worlds in this sector, but surely Lanterns have visited and fought here in the past," he says.

"And I can't promise daily, in person, but I can make more of an effort - and I can project myself quite a distance," he says, his ring enabling him to create solid holograms of himself even across the galaxy.

There was so much for her to learn about the Lanterns. She wasn't only taking an interest because he was there now. But she's always wondered, albeit quietly, what everything was like but never really wanted to ask because of the lack of sight. How could she want to see the world without the eyes to do it?

"So, while you're off fighting your intergalactic battles, in between breaks you can see how I'm getting along in your apartment?" She stands just a bit, causing the moloid and Max to watch her carefully. She was without her cane today. "I don't know why in the world you put up with someone like me. You could be like.. Captain Kirk or some other.. fictional.. who-ever.." She was clearly joking, but she does reach out with her hand to try to find his.

Hal Jordan laughs and takes her hand, squeezing gently, 'Oh yes. I could even peek in completely anonymously and unseen. Total perv peeping tom, all the way," he winks. He lifts her hand up and kisses her knuckles softly, considering.

"I don't have to put up with you. I'm quite happy when I get to spend time with you. You and I just…we're connected. That's asll there is to it. I don't try and explain it or figure it out. Not everything in the universe has an easy explanation, I've learned that for damn sure. You gotta take the happiness you can get, when you can get it."

Reese gives him an insufferable smile, drawing her hand away after the kiss to draw her fingers through his hair at a slight ruffle in play. "Come on."

She doesn't say much after his words, understanding that connection, knowing it was there from the first fight he had for her in the alley on new years eve. She tries to tug him to his feet so that they could start walking, wanting to take Max and the little moloid to the ship first, and then to follow him where ever. Time needed to be spent, really. It was long overdue.

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