St. Martin's at Sunset

May 15, 2018:

Donna runs into Malachi while scouting the beach at St. Martins. All manner of things are discussed.

St. Martin's Island - Metropolis

St. Martin's Island bears the wealthiest real estate that can be afforded
within the Uptown and Eastside neighborhoods. It is home to three theme
parks, numerous public and private beaches, and the estates of many of the
city's best known families.

Contemporary condominiums span along wide tree lined boulevards that
radiate out from Swan Circle starting in Uptown only to spiderweb out.
Several housing developments on the island have waiting lists stretching for
10 years or more.

Characters

NPCs: None.

Mentions: Green Lantern (Jordan), The Flash (Allen), Tony Stark

Plot:

Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

For most residents of Metropolis, St. Martin's Island is a place you only bring up in conversation. When you talk about the haves and the havenots, or you talk about where you'd like to go, if only you had the money. That goes for everything from the beach to the theme parks. Prices are some of the highest on the eastern seaboard. On the order of a once in maybe every five years sort of thing.

For Donna Troy, though? Well, actually, that's pretty much precisely how it is. With the exception of her complete and total lack of desire to ride the rides, or comb the beaches. She is here though, walking barefoot on the beach. She is not, however, casually strolling. Rather, she has an old Polaroid land camera, probably a good fifty years old or so, in hand, and appears to be scouting a shooting location.
Donna wasn't the only person on the beach.

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With his coat on a beach chair some small distance away, and his sword not on his person, Malachi von Caedmon is there, looking at how the water gleams the sun that shines upon it, making it look absolutely lovely. He wears only a grey shirt with black jeans. He's barefoot, loving the feel of the sand on his feet.

He doesn't seem to have noticed Donna though…or at the very least, he hasn't let her know yet. With that in mind, Malachi seems to just be…staring into the distance. Perhaps reminiscing. Though Donna might remember that this is where he would go to clear his head. The coast or somewhere where there's a beach.

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It would be hard to miss the beach chair, much less the raven-haired man framed by the waves coming into the shore only a few feet from where he's standing. If it had been anyone else, with his back turned from the beach, and the sun casting a shadow across his face, he might have been unrecognizable. For Donna? He would have been hard to miss. She takes her time though, because she does have work to finish. So it's probably going on ten minutes, before she comes close enough to hail the man. "Trying to escape the lights and glamour of the city?"

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Malachi hears her voice. He heard her heartbeat when she was a mile away. The Dhampir able to withstand the sun because he's half human. Virtually no vampiric weaknesses on him. With that in mind, he isn't surprised when she speaks to him. He doesn't glance at her though, apparently focused on whatever it is he's thinking about. "Yeah. Sometimes, the city is so loud. and when you're trying to think…it can be overwhelming, at times." He finally turns his head to Donna, offering her a small smile. She was still his friend…even if this Donna wasn't the Donna he fell madly in love with.

"Here to take some landscape shots?"

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"Yes. I can understand the feeling. Too bright. Too frenetic. Especially in a city like this, that doesn't seem to know what it wants to be. Yesterday or Tomorrow. Donna had not, of course, been trying to mark her movements, nor to hide her approach once she recognized Malachi. So to have him show utterly no surprise at her voice was…a simple fact of life. She did not know him, not well, but she had known him, and as with most of her memories, proximity tended to trigger recollection, and offer some bits of understanding she might not have found on her own. With so many of them now, she often needed some outside stimulus to bring them to the forefront.

But that was not something Donna ever //really/ considered. She'd have driven herself mad if she did. She simply tried to ride the waves as they came. "Yes, and no. I have an editorial shoot that I'm supposed to start in a few days, and they want a series of shots on the beach. Which is, frankly, torture on the girls. So I try to scout ahead so I can get them in and out as quickly as possible."

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Chuckling just a little bit, Malachi nods a few times. "Yeah. Drives me crazy sometimes. The whole senses thing really doesn't help either, really." Then he hears that Donna is doing some simple scouting to make sure she finds the perfect spot. "Oh? am I in the way, or am I helping?" he winks very lightly at her. But, it is what it is. He looks back to the waves as he's so..so…SO tempted to ask her if she remembers anything else about him.

She could tell pretty easily that he was in deep thought. He shakes his head bout it though. "But I hear you. I've seen some of your shots. Good stuff."

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"It's really a shame, that with all of the things that technology has allowed us to do, they haven't discovered a way to cancel all of the noise the world seems to put out these days. All of the things that are supposed to be making out lives easier, and it's really just making them louder." Donna takes one final shot, and this one, unlike the others that she pulled from the side of the camera, actually had a human figure in it. Don't believe the hype, kids. That whole bit about the undead…or in this case, the half-undead not showing up n mirrors or on camera? That's not actually a thing. "That's kind of you to say." And that's no small feat, considering some of the news pieces she's shot lately that have ended up with her name attached. "Helping. But I think I'm just about finished with this film pack." The old polaroid, does not, alas, have an infinite number of shots.

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Oh yes, Malachi definitely shows up in pictures. The whole 'Vamps don't show up in mirrors' thing is really just the work of a somewhat clever story teller to make them more intimidating. Though there's probably a spell for that. With that in mind, He looked away when she brought up the camera, so all he hears is the little 'click' that she took the picture, had no idea he was in it. "Well, always happy to be of service..and no kidding. Maybe one day Stark or someone really damn smart will come up with something that does that, yeah?" he smiles. "Well, if you want, we can go grab you another roll of film?"

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"I've been doing a bit of reading up on Tony Stark." If ever there was a sign that made it abundantly clear that Donna Troy was not from around here, it would probably be the fact that she had to actually google Tony Stark. "To be frank, I can't say that I find him terribly impressive. Smart, yes, but it seems to me, that his arrogance and his ego are going to end the way these things always end." Once the polaroid has developed, and no, she doesn't shake it. She holds it out to Malachi. She caught him just as the light illuminated his face, the sunset turning his raven hair a rich burnt copper, his face a rosey pink, rather than it's usual pale cream.

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Malachi laughs a little bit then. "Yeah…I'm surprised it hasn't killed him yet. Though I hear it's come close a few times." A little shrug of his shoulders as his eyes fall on Donna once again, when she handed him the polaroid picture. "For me?" he asks before he accepts it, shaking it to reveal that she took a picture of him. A small smile touching his face…before he hands it back to her. "Keep it, maybe it will help you remember me." a small sadness on his face, but a friendly smile is revealed. "How about we take two together. One for each of us?"

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"I can't help feeling that the real trouble is that he has enough money that he never really has to pay for the consequences of his actions, unlike those of us in the world , like those with the mutant gene, who actually have people gunning for them and have no money or resources to protect them." Donna frowns, her words cutting off abruptly, as if she had suddenly decided she shouldn't say anything else. The request for a photograph pulls Donna attention away from the moment, though it's only to check the number of shot remaining on the pack. "I've got four shots left. Where shall we take them?"

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Malachi nods at her words. "I'd have to agree with you. It tends to be the rich that gets everyone else in the most trouble. But…that's the way the world works right now…how it's always worked." he has more than a millennia of experience in this particular matter, having walked practically every walk of life. Though as she seems to be rather happy to share this photo with him, he smiles. "hmm…how about right here." feet in the water, backs only partially to the sun, along with the beautiful backdrop of the ocean. "This suit you?"

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Donna moves down along the beach, after retrieving the camera, laughter bubbling up unbidden at the shock of the cool of the water on her now bare feet. "Perfect." Trying to get a selfie with a camera that isn't made for one, that might be more difficult. "Hold on." She gestures Malachi a bit further up the beach, so she can get closer to one of the ancient pilings, perfect for setting the camera on, "Alright, we'll have to hurry." The joke there is implicit, of course, for two people with superhuman speed. "Okay, I think if we can get back to here." She scuffs a mark in the sand, and then zooms ahead to set the camera and timer. "Five seconds!"

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Malachi laughs a little bit when he hears her sweet laugh…it brought back every memory. and he looks at her for a long time before he joins her in the picture as she gets ready to take it. He only had five seconds after all! Wrapping an arm around her waist to hug her and he even smiles for the camera! He really was happy to have her back…in some small, completely different way. But…hey, beggars cannot be choosers. "Smile!"

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Malachi, of course, hadn't had as far to go, to get into position, but even so, five seconds would have seemed like a lifetime, if either of them had really wanted to 'rush.' Donna, fortunately, is well enough acquainted with the camera to have judged the distance and angle well enough that they actually will show up on the shot when the shutter releases. This first one was more of an action shot,a s it caught Donna in the act of tucking her hair back behind her ear, the wind picked up enough to give them both a wind swept look. And yet there was something effortlessly graceful in the way they stood together, two people who had had centuries to learn the rhythm of their bodies, the woman small enough to be able to tuck herself comfortably into Malachi's side without their difference in height seeming too ludicrous. And she does smile, slipping away to retrieve the film and set the second exposure.

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Malachi was fully prepared for the picture even as Donna molded into his side so that they could have quite the lovely picture together. When the picture takes and the two of them are all smiles, Malachi releases her to go and collect the film as needed, while also checking the picture itself. It was a polaroid, after all. But memories are being made right now. He waits for the second picture, clasping his hands together in front of him. "How's it look?" he asks her as the sun was probably starting it's voyage in setting behind them. It would take a few hours to get there, but it was still a beautiful background, nonetheless.

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Donna holds out a hand for both exposures, lifting them to study their side by side, angling to allow the sun to brighten the emulsions. "All in all, I think you'd probably better do with the second one. The first I apparently wasn't quite ready for." And so she hands over the second shot, which saw them standing together, the westering sun turning their hair into a nimbus of gold-flecked light around thir heads. Despite the criticism, she seems happy enough with the first shot that she tucks it into the small crossbody bag she had with her, opening what looks to be a blank journal and slipping it between the pages. "You photograph well."

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Malachi looks over the picture that he's given and he seems to almost pause, taking one of his fingers to move over it as it shows Malachi and Donna together and looking happy. He almost looks like he could cry, but whatever tears threatened to appear they just die down as fast as they threatened to rise up. "Thank you…you photograph well. Both pictures are great." He looks her in the eyes with a smile, reaching for one of her hands. "Thank you. I'll keep it with me always."

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The up and the downside of being an empath, is that you don't need to see tears to feel them, and Donna is nothing if not aware of Malachi's response. How could she not be? As deeply as she is rooted in the cause of his sadness. Still, she doesn't offer an apology. She's already done that. And a second, a third, a lifetime of them would not assuage the truth of their situation, nor provide any balm for his pain. His hand she does accept, squeezing lightly. "No need for that. There will always be more film and more sunsets."

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Either way, when she squeezes his hand? Malachi's heart feels that much more at peace and she will know it. He chuckles to her. "Of course. Feel free to call me if you ever want to do another little photo shoot like this or to just…you know, hangout." a warm smile for her then as he clearly thinks about it, but he refrains, instead giving her hand another squeeze before releasing it.

-

"Considering how difficult it can be to scout men who have the right look for modeling," it's really not like women, who can run the gamut from skinny to curvy and everything in between, "You probably do not want to say that within earshot of my editor. But every now and then, when no one can catch you in the act? I think that might be a possibility." She returns that second squeeze, before she heads back to retrieve the camera. The tide's still coming in, so the walk out is not quite as easy as before, it she seems comfortable on the sand, perhaps enjoying the feel of the tide as it tugs at her feet. "So what do you do when you're not wandering beaches? You know what I do, of course."

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Malachi laughs a bit then. "What? Don't want me bothering you when you have a gig?" he questions her and gives her a little shoulder nudge. "but yeah, you're probably right. I'm no model." he smiles. Alas, he moves over next to her as she asks her question and he crosses his arms. "Well, I've taken to trying to help make sure crime stays off the streets while also keeping an eye on the occult stuff that goes around." he shrugs then.

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"I never thought I would enjoy being a photographer. But it isn't the same…being a model. You're essentially agreeing to allow someone else to treat you like a piece of furniture, to be used as a prop, to sell whatever it is that you've got on the block that day. I try to be respectful of the models, always, but that's the reality of the business." And something she's sure, that Malachi would not be comfortable with. "From what I've been seeing lately, and reading, these events seem to be on the rise with no clear idea of what's causing them."

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Malachi seems to ponder this then. "Yeah….now that you put it like that, I'm definitely certain being a model would suck." he sighs deeply, crossing his arms before his eyes return to fall upon Donna. "Events? What kind of events? Are they of a magic nature?" he moves closer to her. "Give me your hand." Seems he wants to do some standard scrying, and he waits for Donna to do such, though he doesn't quite reveal what he's going to do.

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"I think it would depend on what you might consider magical. After all, the Olympian gods were considered magic." But are they, are they really. "So was science, before we knew what to call it." Donna doesn't seem terribly put out by the request. She takes a moment to fold the camera closed, and tucks it carefully into her bag, before she holds out her hand. Most of what he'll see is things she's been reading in the papers. Two events stand out. The dead in Florida and the attack on the Hall of Justice.

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"If it falls in the lines of deities and other not-science related creatures, I'd call that magic." he winks at her as he takes her hand in his own, her palm up and he seems to perform a few hand gestures and a magic circle appears in Donna's hand. Malachi looks at it and his eyes start to glow with magic…he was relieving this experience that she spoke of from her own eyes. His eyes widening a moment. "…strange." he murmurs.

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"That is what most people who do not live in that reality would say, Malachi." There's a heavy dose of amusement in Donna's voice, "I would fall into that category," being both an Amazon and from another galaxy entirely, "And so would you. Do you think of yourself as particularly magical?" As he watches, seeing what his powers reveal, she seems content to remain silent, allowing him to take what he can gleam from her memories.

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Malachi grins at her before he speaks and watches the memories at the same time. "I would consider myself a magical creature…given that vampires are the result of a powerful spell." he teases her. Blame the Darkholde for that one. Either way, eventually, the magic circle disappears and Malachi seems to be back among the living. "…gods, demigods, and monsters. Fantastic." he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Alright, not like I haven't been in this wheelhouse before. I take it the old man on the beach was Zeus? I could feel a great power when I experienced your senses as well."

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"Logically, I suppose that's right. I don't remember you ever taking that stance, though. You always lived a very simple, very normal life, as much as you could." Of course, it isn't strictly Donna's recollection, and her memories are notoriously jumbled, but there you are. "I believe that he was, yes. It has been many and many a year since I have been in the presence of the gods. But that is what he felt like, to me."

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Malachi gives her a little smile as he releases her hand. Crossing his arms. "Yeah…I tried that. Trouble always seems to find me, so I tend to variate between attempting to be normal and diving headfirst into the supernatural problems of the world." he shrugs then. "hm…well, it that -was- Zeus, then we're probably in bigger trouble than this is worth. He told you all not to touch the bodies. Why? were they infectious?"

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Donna shakes her head, considering, not Malachi's comment about himself, instead tabling it for a time when they have the freedom to explore more personal things, and turning her attention to the question of the god, if he was such, "No, he told the Green Lantern and the Flash not to touch the bodies. He seemed to find no problem with me touching them. Because I was a woman? Because I am an Amazon…I don't know, and he left without answering my questions."

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Malachi gives Donna a small nod of his head as she explains the situation further for him. "Huh…strange." he questions. "Maybe he allowed you to touch because you are an Amazon..and more importantly, a Greek. But…I can't be certain. Too many unchecked variables in this equation for me to do anything of real importance with this information aside from offering my help." he sighs a moment. "Sounds like him to do that…he's not one for answering questions, if memory serves. Well…we'll figure it out."

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"I have always thought that there was inscrutable, and then there was damned annoying." Donna allows a shake of her head, turning back away and beginning to trace her steps back down closer to the water. She's had time, now, to become accustomed to the temperature, and it seemed a pleasant thing, after the warmth of the day,a s the evening was drawing on, "We always do. I just hope it will not come at the cost of more lives."

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Malachi nods softly as she seems to turn away from him and walk down the beach coast. His eyes looking saddened as he approaches her. "Another thing you remember?" he asks her curiously. that is, them always able to figure it out. "That's the race…let's just hope we finish first." he pats her on the shoulder before with a circle motion of his hand, a portal is created. He summons his jacket to his hand and puts it on. "I'm going to investigate some more…thanks for bringing this to my attention. I'll see you around, okay?"

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Donna, as she looks over towards Malachi, doesn't appear sad at all. She seemed to simply be enjoying the calm and quiet of the ocean, much as he had been doing before she interrupted him. "Something familiar helps me to remember." So that would seem to be a yes. A frown, at his words, though she doesn't stop him from summoning the portal, "I am never that difficult to find. Only…be careful, Malachi."

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