((For Jelani))

[1stmacleod]

After his last time in the Nexus, Connor's looking a little worse for wear again. After a brief respite, he's back to sleeping badly. Sometimes he dreams he can see a himself in happy family gatherings, but he's always standing outside the window, in the cold or worse. He usually wakes himself beating his fists against dream-glass.

He really doesn't have anywhere else to go, though, except here and back to his own world. So he lurks. He's found one of the edge places, where Nexus dissolves into a patch of wilderness. So he sits, and gives the crowds a brooding stare, watching from the outside yet again.

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[jelani.livejournal.com]

"Had this been a couple o' years ago, chances are I could've done just that," she says. looking down at her hands that rests on the shinai. "I ain't th' nicest girl around, hope you've caught on ta that. I've dealt in death. I've killed, sometimes when I didn't have to. But I'm tryin'." She closes her eyes tightly. "This is what I meant when I said things chance, Connor. 'Cause they have to."

Best friend. Brother. Jelani tries to picture that. What if her brother Tom had done something like that? Or further down the line, Julian? "Have ya tried goin' 'round an' let him yell at ya? Or use ya as a punching bag?"

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"People change. I know... and I'm not a nice man, but I... try to be a good one." He's never quite confident he's succeeding at that, but that's mostly just lack of self confidence.

"Not... not yet..." He means to. Eventually. When he works up the courage. In the meantime every reminder that he should just makes him feel like a coward.

[jelani.livejournal.com]

"So I don't really know ya yet, but I think ya just might be succeedin' with that." She smiles, though it's a bit weak. The topic of discussion has ventured a bit too close to home for the halfbreed's comfort.

She clears her throat, and straightens her posture a bit from the slump she's been in, and pulls her mask of attitude on again. "Ya prob'ly should. Ya might just find out that yer wrong. So don't make me drag ya there kickin' an' screamin'. I would do it, too. People've said I don't know when ta shut up or when ta quit."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

Connor shrugs, because he's not all that worried about it, anymore.

"You don't even know where he lives." It's a defensive answer. "I... need to go apologize. I know I do..."

[jelani.livejournal.com]

"Hey, multiverse bounty-hunter here. I've got my ways o' findin' out." She grins widely, but then softens up a bit. "But by th' sounds o' things, I won't need ta. Just... don't take too long."

((Guh. I'm SURE I replied to this.))

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

He rubs his face and nods. "I... probably have already, but..." He needed those five years, though, just to get his head back in order this much.

((It happens!))

[jelani.livejournal.com]

It's not often that Jelani is concerned for someone else, but for some reason she is now. A bit. Maybe it's because Connor is willing to teach her, even though it's early days for that. She frowns a bit, her devil-may-care attitude slipping away.

"I'd tell ya not ta worry too much, but..."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"...Too late?" He smiles very weakly. "I'll have to figure out how to work those PINpoint things well enough to get to Paris. I can't afford an airplane ticket anymore." Because every time he pushes the 'home' button he ends up in the U.S. where he left his car.

He's kind of missed being a teacher, though. Connor tries to keep his distance from people, but he's inclined to get attached, and she's a good student...

[jelani.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, figure so." He does seem like the worrying kind. "Y'know... if ya need a quick loan, 's no problem. Hell, ya could decide ta charge me fer lessons, an' I wouldn't complain." She's not exactly lacking the funds. "Or I could help ta ta figure out the PINpoint." She'd even offer to tag along to Paris as moral support if she thought he'd accept it.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

Connor's tendency to take life a little too seriously probably helped set him up for the mental fall he's taken. "I... have plenty of money, it's just in his name right now. I'm a missing person." He smiles very weakly, and rests his hands on the katana across his lap. "I know how to use the PINpoint to get where I've been with it, but not where I haven't. The manual is full of warnings and something about a dimension of shrimp." He shrugs. "But I've never charged a student. It's... that's just not how it works."

[jelani.livejournal.com]

"So a loan, then. Sounds like ya can pay me back when ya return." A sudden grin. "I might tack on an interest, though." Yes, she's obviously joking, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. "An' yeah. Beware o' the shrimp dimension. That's a freaky place."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

He looks a little surprised. "I wasn't... you don't have to do that..." Although if she doesn't, it gives him a continued excuse to put things off.

[jelani.livejournal.com]

"Connor, I ain't lackin' money. I could afford ta send ya on a trip 'round the world, an' not even demand th' money back. Reason I ain't is outa principle." From the sound of things, he should have done this a long time ago, so let's get him on his way.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"I can pay you back. I'd pay you back... I just hope the money you use is the same as on my world..." One hand dances over the carvings on the hilt of his katana. He's nervous about this, and fidgeting.

[jelani.livejournal.com]

"I guess intergalactic credits wouldn't work, but it ain't a problem ta arrange fer US dollars or euros. Ya did say Paris, right?" No, it doesn't look like he's getting out of this.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"He's in Paris. The PINpoint keeps taking me back to my car, and it's... somewhere in Iowa." He's not really sure where, because he was just drifting when he drove there.

[jelani.livejournal.com]

"Okay. So I'll lend ya enough ta get yerself cleaned up and ta get ya over there. You'll pay me back when ya got things straightened out and come back. Sound okay?" She's debating with herself to actually go through with her threat and make him if he refuses.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"...Cleaned up...?" He looks down at himself, threadbare and patched and in need of a shave, but clean. "I'm not that bad, am I? Anyway, I'm staying off the Nexus with... somebody. I can clean up there."

[jelani.livejournal.com]

"As in maybe expand yer wardrobe. An' maybe a trip to the barber. No offense, teach, but yer lookin' a bit worn 'round the edges, there." And really, no offense meant at all.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

He shrugs, perfectly sanguine. "I feel worn around the edges. Duncan's seen me worse..." He runs a hand through his hair, though. Connor is the kind of man who walked around needing a shave, in jeans and a t-shirt, even when he was rich.

[jelani.livejournal.com]

"If ya say so." This is not a point she'll bother to argue. "For th' trip, then?"

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

Duncan really has seen him worse, because five years ago Connor was such a mess he tried to make Duncan kill him. this is an improvement. "...Yeah. I guess... I might need a hotel or something..." He's half expecting his kinsman to turn him away, after all.

[jelani.livejournal.com]

Jelani doesn't think so, but it never hurts to be prepared. "Just get back to me when a know how much yer gonna be needin', an in what currency." She'll probably throw in some extra, just because. She'll be getting it back.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"...Okay. I'll have to go back there and price tickets. It'll be U.S. Dollars, though." That part he's sure of, but it's been a few years since he flew anywhere so he's not sure how expensive that is now.

[jelani.livejournal.com]

Yet another reason for her to add some extra cash. "Dollars is it. Anything else I can help ya with?"