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Nathan Corlett | Minister of Temporal Affairs ([personal profile] temporal_affairs) wrote2013-03-08 10:18 am

a good day to die

Nathan notices that he is human.

He soon learns that he is dead.

He is apparently on the hook according to some judgmental grand-high-mucketymucks for a hell of a lot of murders (well, fair enough) and the sentence for this is twelve hours with someone called Jasmine torturing him (Bella would have a fit, why isn't one of her running this place). But he's a human again, this Jasmine character can't beat out turning with only a human body to work with and twelve hours to do it in. Even with "torching" as an option. Not that he's looking forward to it.

But he still has his timer, and his timer doesn't have to know what the hell's going on to guide him. He consults it constantly. He doesn't think as quick as he used to, and the timer can't narrow things down to fractional seconds as well as it could before, but even measurements down to the half-second are good. He gets it to tell him when to go looking for one of those "contractor" types. Good of them, very kind, he'd tip generously if he had any cash on him.

The best time is tomorrow, so he waits in his dwelling - it's a brightly-painted little shoebox of a place, barely big enough to hold the bed but cheery. Kinda reminds him of the Joker.

...Oh. That's the first time he's thought of the Joker in hours.

Yeah. He's human. Mate bond is toast. He still loves him, but it's not tattooed on his soul anymore.

He still misses him. And Kerron, poor kid. But they'll have each other; the Joker will take care of their son, who'll be all grown up soon enough anyway.

Nathan takes inventory of his apartment, and he sleeps - that's novel, he still can't remember anything substantial about the last time he was human through centuries of bright-sharp vampire memories and it takes him a while to recognize the sensation of needing it - and he goes to the Crescent.
lookingforwardtoit: (2. warning: fun detected)

[personal profile] lookingforwardtoit 2013-03-08 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
In the building's lobby, there is a desk; behind the desk, there is a man who is presumably some kind of receptionist; leaning against the desk, laughing, there is a woman who may or may not be a contractor. Neither one of them notices him immediately when he comes in.

"—because we all know how much he loves his upholstery," the woman is saying, barely holding back a laugh.

Now would be a good moment to interrupt.
lookingforwardtoit: (4. my affection)

[personal profile] lookingforwardtoit 2013-03-08 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why yes it is!" says the woman, spinning around to face him and holding out her hand for the papers. "Gimme."
lookingforwardtoit: (3. tell me about it)

[personal profile] lookingforwardtoit 2013-03-08 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
She laughs.

"Hey, I'll buy it," she says, glancing at the sentence and sighing slightly before she turns the page. "You sure did get around before then, though. Whatever, nobody needs twelve hours with Jasmine, I'll take it."
lookingforwardtoit: (c. let's hear it)

[personal profile] lookingforwardtoit 2013-03-08 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Now that sounds like a story."
lookingforwardtoit: (1. laughing all the way)

[personal profile] lookingforwardtoit 2013-03-08 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's a story, all right," she laughs. "Lemme go put this in the records." She holds up the papers and beckons him down the hall, asking as she goes, "Do you know your world number?"
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[personal profile] lookingforwardtoit 2013-03-08 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
She laughs.

"Remind me to look it up, then."

They reach her office—number eight—and she types his res code into the computer, clicks a button, and then hands him back his papers.
lookingforwardtoit: (8. like any other)

[personal profile] lookingforwardtoit 2013-03-08 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Grinning, she turns back to the computer and copies his code into another program.

...And blinks.

"No way!" she says. "You're number sixty? I'm number sixty."
lookingforwardtoit: (7. pulled it right off)

[personal profile] lookingforwardtoit 2013-03-08 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Two-thousand-ish," she says. "Montreal. Why did I never hear about vampires? I'm pretty sure I'd remember vampires."
lookingforwardtoit: (b. just another day)

[personal profile] lookingforwardtoit 2013-03-08 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Huh." She smiles. "I definitely don't remember anybody biting me. At least, not any vampires."
lookingforwardtoit: (2. warning: fun detected)

[personal profile] lookingforwardtoit 2013-03-08 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"So," she says brightly, "I was actually on my way out. Wanna come back to my place?"
lookingforwardtoit: (1. laughing all the way)

[personal profile] lookingforwardtoit 2013-03-08 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Laughing, she leads him back out, waving as they pass the receptionist, who rolls his eyes.

"Bye, Eights," he calls after them.

"Bye!" she calls back.