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Khan on the horizon

She had to tell The Shadow. In her mind, Myra could see the leering face of Shiwan Khan clear as day, and he was trying to tell her, Ming Dwan, to come to him. She could feel her feet slip from beneath the covers and hit the cool floor. Like an automaton, she lurched forward, moving toward her bedroom door. It took every ounce of strength as she fought to keep her feet pinned to the floor. She had to go to The Shadow, not Khan.

Khan would be returning, she must prepare the way.

For Myra, it was a titanic feat as she managed to turn, opening the nightstand drawer and taking out the PINpoint. She didn't care which of her apartments she ended up in, she just needed to escape Khan's immediate influence. Without seeing the exact numbers she punched the button as her feet tried to take another lurching step forward, her ankles crossing and sending her falling as she disappeared from her apartment.

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Myra quite literally came sprawling into the middle of the hallway just outside of the Rettigue apartment, clad in a simple nightgown, and blinking. Her pupils were huge, the PINpoint clutched almost desperately in one hand. She lay on the floor, barely breathing when she finally blinked, her eyes slow to focus as whatever spell over her lifts slowly.

With deliberate, almost mechanical motions, she sits up and wraps her arms tightly around her as gooseflesh trace from her toes up to her neck. The PINpoint is abandoned on the floor for now as she struggles to take a moment to realize where she is. Head turning, her face turns bright red as she realizes exactly where she’s landed. This is not where she’d intended.

Still, the fog is slow to clear from her mind as she curls into a more modest sitting position on the floor. She isn’t coherent enough yet, to simply reenter new coordinates, so instead, she picks up the device and uses the wall to stand. The dream that had roused her is difficult to recollect, but what part of her that had been aware enough to fight Khan’s influence knew to grasp for whatever memories she could of the dream, before they faded completely. It felt like trying to grab onto something that had fallen into a bottomless swamp, that threatened to swallow the thing whole. Her form stumbles slowly down the hall as her mind fights to recall the dream before it is wiped from her memory. She has no idea where she's going, but she'll be damned if The Shadow finds her whimpering outside his apartment door.

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evillurks
Nov. 26th, 2009 01:32 am (UTC)
Although he is loathe to admit it, contact with a younger world reminds The Shadow that age has robbed him of some measure of physical prowess. His mental powers, on the other hand, have only grown. When Myra stumbles into the plush, quiet hall of the uptown Rettigue apartment, the intense chaos of her mind and the person her thoughts swirl around are quick to draw his attention. Even as she reaches his door, he strides across the hardwood floor and hurries to fling it open. His expression on finding her there in a nightgown is one of such genuine surprise that it's truly a shame she's in no fit mental state to appreciate it.

"...Myra?!?"
myra_reldon
Nov. 26th, 2009 01:50 am (UTC)
She almost seems to cringe as her name registers, but it does stop her from continuing down the hall. She's trying to hang on to the details spinning around in her head as they try to escape.

"Lǎo hǔ..." She sounds and appears very distracted, but she's working on snapping out of it, the best that someone schooled in little more than simple mental focuses can from an experience like this.
evillurks
Nov. 26th, 2009 01:55 am (UTC)
It is a lucky thing the residents in this particular building have a habit of keeping to themselves. Her presence goes unobserved by anyone else, but The Shadow is quick to reach her, supporting her in her wavering course and more or less whisking her out of the hall and into his apartment. For the moment, he barely even registers her current attire.
As the strong hands guide her, another presence seems to envelop her mind, washing over her like a flood to force Shiwan Khan out. There is a sense of biting cold, of a world of snow and rock, and a very distant sound of chiming bells and gongs.
myra_reldon
Nov. 26th, 2009 02:01 am (UTC)
It feels like coming home to her. The tenseness in her form relaxes as she provides no resistance. The glazed look in her eyes is quickly dissipating and her normal awareness is starting to catch up, somehow retaining a few small pieces of information from the call to service.

Myra blinks, looked back at the door to the apartment, and then up at The Shadow as he looms over her. She's trying to piece together what she has to make a report. The fact that he's not the one who really needs the information, is not important.
evillurks
Nov. 26th, 2009 02:09 am (UTC)
He nudges the door shut behind them, and spares one hand from her arm to throw the bolt shut. She is swept onward to the sofa, and pushed down on it. From that position he only looms all the more, intense blue eyes gazing deep into hers. Only when he is utterly certain all psychic connection to anyone else is broken does he retreat, the fires of his eyes dampened. For a moment he regards her with a frown, watching her collect herself. His tone is coolly collected, and almost casual.

"I'll make you tea."

She should have another moment to sort out her thoughts, aided by the clink and rattle of tea preparations from the kitchen.
myra_reldon
Nov. 26th, 2009 02:17 am (UTC)
"Thanks." She manages as she sets the PINpoint next to her on the couch and then as he leaves, she modestly pins her knees together, and tries to keep her shoulders from hunching. She's had her dress nearly torn off and any other number of occasions where she's been more exposed than she is in her current nighttime attire. The redness that threatens to return to her cheeks stems more from having found herself here, and apparently, needing the Old Tiger's care than from her modesty.

She takes the provided opportunity however, to arrange her mental notes, and has prepared the best report she can muster with what little information remains by the time he returns with tea.
evillurks
Nov. 26th, 2009 02:24 am (UTC)
There are two cups, when he returns, and he sets hers easily at hand on the coffee table. For the moment the sofa is hers, as he takes one of the chairs across the way and breathes the steam of his own cup, allowing her to speak first. He is still wearing his reading glasses, and papers are scattered across the table. Clearly he was hard at work when she arrived, and for now he'll trust her discretion, or perhaps her scattered state of mind, to keep her from taking advantage of the information spread out haphazardly between them.

He is, just now, realizing she is in only a nightgown. The thought that he half-carried her inside in it nearly makes him blush.
myra_reldon
Nov. 26th, 2009 02:35 am (UTC)
She picks up the tea and takes a sip to help steady herself before keeping her eyes on her cup. She notices there is work scattered around and it helps her focus on what needs to be said, by keeping her eyes on her reflection in the dark waters.

"I woke up in the San Francisco apartment, I could hear him, telling me," she pauses to correct herself, "telling Ming to start getting things ready. There were specific instructions, but I don't remember them." She pinches the bridge of her nose as she makes another short-lived attempt, but knows, his instructions have a sort of mental self-destruct, should his pawns ever break the spell. "It had to be urgent, I got out of bed, but I stopped myself from going toward the door. Then I went for the PINpoint...I..." She gives a frustrated sigh and presses a finger against the side of the mug to keep from tapping it nervously. "I didn't intend to show up here."
evillurks
Nov. 26th, 2009 02:44 am (UTC)
He is scowling deeply, the grooves of his face deeply etched and those around his eyes slightly magnified by the spectacles. There are a number of answers he urgently needs, such as how deeply Khan entered her mind and whether he might have been aware of her use of the PINpoint, or where she landed. He is also aware these are answers she is likely unable to give.

His voice remains patient and calm, but there is a calculating coldness underlying the steady tone. "Was this the Khan of your world, or another from through the Nexus?"
myra_reldon
Nov. 26th, 2009 02:56 am (UTC)
"Ours." Myra taps her collarbone once gently, signifying he belongs to her world. Her answer is certain.

The fact that he may have just discovered PINpoints through her is not lost on her now that she can consider the rammifications of her actions, and she bows her head.

"I could hardly stop myself from walking out the door." She grimaces. "I panicked."
evillurks
Nov. 26th, 2009 03:08 am (UTC)
"...You did." There is no judgment in his tone, and no anger. Such an unexpected assault would be enough to panic even him, although it's less likely anyone would recognize his outward reactions as such. He sets the teacup down gently, pulls off the reading glasses, and pinches the bridge of his nose between his eyes. "My alternate will need to know, but I don't want him to jeopardize the work you're both doing to prevent the war. I want to be a part of this fight." He knows his mental powers are stronger than those of his younger self, even if he would lose an arm-wrestling contest against him.
myra_reldon
Nov. 26th, 2009 03:20 am (UTC)
Myra looks up from her tea at The Shadow. She knows it's foolish to project her own opinions upon anything he does, but she thinks that one Khan, and another Khan-that-wasn't should be enough for one lifetime.

"I think I'll need to stay uninvolved once we get the information to The Chief." This was her own self-assessment, and while she'd be more than happy to put another dagger in another Khan, the fact that the last two times she's been in his presence she'd taken aim at The Shadow makes her wary of coming anywhere near his den now.
evillurks
Nov. 26th, 2009 03:30 am (UTC)
The first Khan was more than enough, but The Shadow's greatest strength above all others is his sheer tenacity. Whatever any enemy has thrown in his way, he has always simply kept at his work however he can. The Nexus and the alternate realities it brings haven't stopped that.

"You might be safer here. It's possible he won't be able to find you across dimensions. His hold on you was significantly loosened by the time you reached me, although I can't say whether that was due to your efforts to throw him off, or your fleeing by PINpoint." He tosses the glasses lightly onto the table, and reaches for his own PINpoint. "It might be safest to bring him here for the information, in case."
myra_reldon
Nov. 26th, 2009 03:39 am (UTC)
The possibility that he could find her across dimensions causes Myra to freeze momentarily, staring at The Shadow for only a fraction of a second, but more than long enough to tell him that she holds a very real fear of him due to her own collective experiences.

Realizing the blatent telegraphing she's just done, she tucks into her tea and shifts on the couch, mindful of her current attire.

"You would know." She's essentially handing everything over to him. While it honestly hurts her ego some, she's smart enought to know when to sacrifice such a trifle for her life, and the success of the mission.
evillurks
Nov. 26th, 2009 03:50 am (UTC)
He glances up, just long enough to catch both her fear and the subtle rearrangement. There is a flicker of embarrassment for her current position before his gaze shifts away. Outwardly it's a subtle expression, but it takes him a moment to process what she's said. He thinks about this as he pulls up his alternate's number for a message, and shakes his head. "I don't know, in this case. I've never really tried to-" there he trails off, uneasy discussing his more mystical and esoteric abilities.

He clears his throat and gives a single rattling cough instead. "I'll send the whippersnapper a message... would you, ah, like to borrow a dressing gown?" This may be a deliberate distraction, a nod to his own unease with her sitting on his sofa in her nightgown, a protective measure should his alternate arrive immediately, or some combination of all of the above.
myra_reldon
Nov. 26th, 2009 03:56 am (UTC)
"Please." As if on cue, the skin on her her arms raise up with goosebumps and she curls her shoulders, trying to shrug them off.

Calling her Chief a whippersnapper, however, brings a wry smile to her face as she sips at the tea.
evillurks
Nov. 26th, 2009 02:01 pm (UTC)
As a character alias, the wealth of James Rettigue could never match that of Lamont Cranston, but there is still a quiet luxury to everything in this apartment. She should not be surprised therefore, when The Shadow returns from up the hall with an elegant brocade dressing gown. It shows little wear, for the obvious reason, and she'll have to push up the sleeves just to find her own hands in them. It will cover her very modestly.

The nickname was an intentional moment of levity, to help Myra pull herself back into a sense of normalcy. The Old Tiger sinks back into his chair, composing a quick but careful message to his alternate.
Urgent development in your world brought to my attention by Myra. Here with me in Rettigue apt. Please respond if available.
The message allows for further text communication or his alternate's immediate arrival, since he assumes he'll remember the coordinates from the last visit.
myra_reldon
Nov. 26th, 2009 02:11 pm (UTC)
Considering the height difference, Myra's nearly swimming, but at least his skinny form makes it easier to tie around her. She pushes the sleeves up to her elbows to leave her hands free for tea. She appears more comfortable now, as she continues to work at the tea.
sable_cloak
Nov. 26th, 2009 02:14 pm (UTC)
It takes a few minutes for the younger Shadow to reply.

Arriving shortly.
evillurks
Nov. 26th, 2009 02:35 pm (UTC)
The PINpoint is dropped neatly back in his lap, and The Old Tiger scoots forward to the edge of his seat, and begins to gather up papers and tuck them neatly away, quietly shuffling the information out of sight. When the device beeps softly with his alternate's reply, he peers briefly at the screen. "He's on his way."

By the time his alternate arrives Myra should have had time to compose herself, the files are nothing but stacked folders, and the Old Tiger is settled back with a legal pad, pen, glasses and tea. His expression is a blank mask, but his thoughts are whirling ferociously behind it.
myra_reldon
Nov. 26th, 2009 02:40 pm (UTC)
"Okay." Myra lets her eyes wander The Shadow's apartment while he tidies, focusing on her small card she'd sent him what feels like forever ago, and letting them settle there. She's settled into a corner of the large couch, now conscious of the absurdity of taking the whole thing. She's on the end opposite from The Shadow, which allows The Chief to take the nearest seat to him if he decided to when he eventually arrives.
sable_cloak
Nov. 26th, 2009 02:48 pm (UTC)
The Shadow appears in the usual spot in the apartment, dressed in Cranston's attire again, though it looks like it's weathered the unpleasant end of an evening. It's in slight need of an ironing and he's probably been working in it at his desk. He looks over at Myra, noting the dressing gown's size and taking in the details of the situation in the room. His face is severe as he steps forward to sit down in the spot she's allotted him on the couch and begins.

"A report from Sayre tonight mentioned that Ming woke up raving about serving Khan roughly half an hour ago." This was about the time Myra had appeared in The Old Tiger's hallway.
evillurks
Nov. 26th, 2009 02:57 pm (UTC)
"Damnit." A scowl creases deeper furrows into the Old Tiger's brow. While he'd thought of her, he also hoped that because their world's Khan had never encountered the alternate, she might be safe from his reach. He does not curse often, but working with youthful punks in a changing culture can lead to the occasional slip...

"I can try to find a place to keep her here. I'm not sure that alone will be enough to put her out of his reach, but..." He does not go further on that line, but should his alternate do any mental probing, he will find some formidable psychic shielding around Myra. In old age The Shadow has only refined and strengthened his more esoteric power, and researching magic more recently has been boosting his skills even further. He can likely keep Ming's mind closed to Khan without more than a minor distraction.
myra_reldon
Nov. 26th, 2009 03:26 pm (UTC)
Myra seems to be leaving The Shadows to do their planning as she sips sparingly at her tea while she listens. If prompted she'll give her input, but otherwise she keeps alert, and ready with the small bit of information that has already been passed to the Old Tiger.

She's only very vaguely aware of the tingling sensation she gets when her mind is protected by The Shadow.
sable_cloak
Nov. 26th, 2009 03:35 pm (UTC)
The young Shadow is aware of the mental energies in the room, and he does briefly probe towards Myra, but only so far enough to establish the extent to which The Shadow is protecting her. A quiet, and slightly wary mental note has been made about the strength of that presence.

"Sayre had her restrained and sedated before I was contacted." His voice delivers this evenly, but the narrowing of his eyes says that he's not certain if the situation they're in now is to their advantage or not. "Khan's lost contact with Myra, and Ming is unconscious. He'll either abandon that avenue, or if he's gained information from either of them, he'll change plans." This has been stated more for Myra's benefit, but he also wants to ensure that the Old Tiger is thinking along the same concerning trend as he.
evillurks
Nov. 26th, 2009 03:47 pm (UTC)
If not for the force of his mind, the old man would be dead now, shot with his own gun while grappling with another alternate.

"You can't keep her sedated indefinitely, but if you're not worried about what he might see through her, that's your call..." He would be, certainly, but also recognizes it may be too late to worry about that. "Myra has an apartment here, even if it hasn't been used much." His gaze roves from the face of his alternate to the woman huddled at the far end of the couch. "I can always find plenty of use for you here, especially if I'm tied up elsewhere." There is, perhaps, a subtle hint of gentleness that creeps into his tone. She looks terribly vulnerable and childlike just now, swimming in his dressing gown and disheveled from her experience.
myra_reldon
Nov. 26th, 2009 03:52 pm (UTC)
Myra looks at the Old Tiger as he addresses her and she nods but then looks to the younger Shadow.

"Chief?" There's a million questions on her mind, but they're easily summed up into that single word.
sable_cloak
Nov. 26th, 2009 04:09 pm (UTC)
"She'll stay here." He looked over at Myra, acknowledging her directly for the first time since he's arrived. "Your assignment can wait." He watches her very carefully as she opens her mouth, looking just about to balk at the idea, and then nods as she speaks.

"Understood." He turns back to the Old Tiger, having dealt with that specific issue.

"Bringing Ming here would be wise. Khan will have until the time I can fetch her to get what he will. As long as he doesn't find a door to the nexus, I'll have the only PINpoint." Which, should Khan decide to change his goals to include the Nexus, could force a confrontation in an attempt to deal with two goals in one attempt.
evillurks
Nov. 26th, 2009 04:15 pm (UTC)
More lenient with Myra than with most agents, The Old Tiger hesitated to directly order her to keep to his own world. To watch his alternate do so gives him an unsettling sense of his own lack of authority with her.

"I'll arrange someplace to keep her as quickly as I can. It may have to be upstate..." One train of thought begins to work out the details already, but that does not interfere with the conversation. "Khan is a nuisance, and a dangerous one, but deterring war is a more important task. I'm available to help deal with putting him down." This is carefully worded, but it seems to be almost an offer to step in and take care of it so that his alternate can put himself to other work.
sable_cloak
Nov. 26th, 2009 04:34 pm (UTC)
((Myra's part is being skipped this round.))

"Where ever." It's assumed contact will be made when arrangements are available.

At his offer, the young Shadow leans back on the couch, actually mulling over the idea. Myra tries to keep from watching in curiosity as her Chief makes a very Allard-esque pose of thought, setting his knuckles just under his chin.

The gravity of the decision weighs heavily. There's both his ego, and the logical side of the situation to balance here. The mental prowess of his older counterpart is something Khan would never see coming, unless he'd learned of it through Myra or Ming already.

"Perhaps..." It's painfully noncommittal. There's not enough information about how many followers Khan has amassed since the last time he was defeated, or how far his abilities have progressed, apart from the disturbing development that now he no longer needs a hypnotic method to reach great distances. Overall, there's just not enough information to act yet, and against Khan, it's a potentially deadly situation for The Shadow to find himself in.
evillurks
Nov. 26th, 2009 04:46 pm (UTC)
It's safe to assume he'll make the arrangements within a day or two, and offer to take Ming off his alternate's hands as soon as he can.

The Old Tiger frowns slightly, watching the younger man, and his own long fingers curl around his chin. "Khan has been a terrible enemy every time. You may triumph against him alone, but you can be sure it won't be without a cost. There are greater matters that require your energies. I'm in a better position to go up against him, and if worst does come to worst the multiverse can better afford to lose me than to lose you." The argument is logical, but the clash of egos may mean it isn't taken well. This is by far the most direct interference he's ever proposed.
sable_cloak
Nov. 26th, 2009 05:23 pm (UTC)
((Last post for the time being. Family is arriving. I'll be around later in the evening [8PM or so] but until then, Have a great Thanksgiving!))

He considers that the Old Tiger holds another advantage, Khan couldn't find him in a crowd. He also feels fairly certain the Old Tiger holds a striking mental advantage, if he can gauge by the protective force currently surrounding Myra.

"I'll need to gather more information, while you prepare for Ming." Still, the idea of another running around as The Shadow in his world, even if it is a Shadow from another world, just doesn't sit well with him at all. He's right though, there are political situations that can't be put aside right now, and dealing with Khan is the last thing he really needs.

If it ends up he agrees to the idea, he'd rather have the information provided, instead of the Old Tiger running around gathering it himself. The less time he spends as The Shadow in the younger man's world, the less unpleasant the situation is to consider.
evillurks
Nov. 26th, 2009 05:35 pm (UTC)
((We'll be going to friend's shortly, ourselves. Happy Thanksgiving!))

The old man could easily go incognito in their world, but to go up against Khan it seems almost more advisable he go in black. Shiwan Khan just may be in for the surprise of his life if he has to face off with the aged Shadow, and the advantage of mental exercise the extra decades have given him.

The decision is not made, and the Old Tiger is dissatisfied with that lack of resolution. His mental powers already in action shielding Myra's mind, the annoyance he feels at his younger alternate is almost palpable on the air. The pen taps the pad in his lap a few times, then he drops it to toy with his ring. All the while an intense and scowling gaze is focused on the younger Shadow.

"Mm. Let me know as soon as you come up with anything." The tone bears this out as a command rather than a request, although that may be unintentional on his part.
myra_reldon
Nov. 26th, 2009 09:54 pm (UTC)
Myra fidgets, even she senses the Old Tiger's level of annoyance, and can't help feeling uncomfortable. She's getting a first hand experience of the silent dislike between the two men, and while neither has actually said anything or expressed much beyond thoughtful looks, she's a very good study of people. She can tell that underneath the lack of expression and words, is something less pleasant. Anything beyond that or more specific, is indeterminable because of their equally stoic faces.

She does wonder, though she'd never voice it, how the Old Tiger intends to protect her and Ming while he's fighting Khan. Only a few minutes before The Chief had arrived he'd said he didn't know if he could reach across worlds...
sable_cloak
Nov. 26th, 2009 10:10 pm (UTC)
The irritation is easily readable to The younger Shadow and he narrows his eyes slightly. He is unhappy about the lack of resolution himself, but in issues concerning Khan, while immediate action is preferred, any lack of information could prove disastrous. If the Old Tiger were killed, it would reveal the game to Khan, and he would be prepared for a stronger resistance than the younger Shadow could give. That much he's ascertained while sitting in the presence of his older alternate.

"You will have a decision within six hours." It's the amount of time it would take for him to travel from New York to Sayre's rehabilitation islands. He wants to see Ming's condition for himself, and if he can find out how much Khan may have already learned. She might even have clues to give about Khan's current location, or where he intends to go.

"Do you need anything from your apartment?" He looks at Myra over his shoulder. He can't help his interest and he probes again, he's impressed and concerned over the strength of the power protecting her.

"Um...no, I have what I need here." She runs a hand through her hair. She feels terribly uncomfortable in the presence of both men at this very moment.
evillurks
Nov. 27th, 2009 12:41 am (UTC)
The Old Tiger may not yet know how far his powers can reach, but he fully intends to find out as soon as possible. Testing and stretching his current limits seems an ideal way to prepare for a confrontation.

With an effort, he reels in at least the displays of his temper, schooling his mind to calm. He is aware of his younger alternate's probing, but that's precisely what he'd be doing now, and it doesn't bother him in the least. "I'll try to have a place ready for Ming by then, but I can't promise it." To Myra he nods, striving to be at least mildly reassuring. "I'll see you settled, too. I'm sure we can easily get you anything you might need for now." Being protective of Myra is almost an instinct, and that only reinforces his psychic shielding.
myra_reldon
Nov. 27th, 2009 02:14 am (UTC)
"I have enough things at the apartment to last. I just need to get some groceries." Which is a task she's perfectly capable of doing on her own.
sable_cloak
Nov. 27th, 2009 02:38 am (UTC)
"I want to see Ming's current situation. I'll get coordinates for her location; move her when you can." He's essentially leaving the Old Tiger to his own devices, and time frame; it may also be an indication of the direction he's leaning in regards to letting the Old Tiger work against Khan directly.

The Shadow knows Ming needs careful watch, and attention. He also hasn't had the opportunity to visit Sayre's community since he acquired the PINpoint. The younger man stops probing as he notes the minor change in mental frequency as the Old Tiger calms. He does noticed the protective offer and isn't particularly impressed, but doesn't express it. He does keep his eyes on Myra however, looking almost concerned as he addresses her.

"If Ming provides details, I may need to run them by you. It might jog your memory." He knows Khan's orders self destruct, but she was aware enough to know to escape, and while the connection has been efficiently cut, there could be more residual memory there that simply needs prompting to help it resurface. It's also an experiment, to see if Khan was previously aware of the two women, or if their minds are just that similar. It could mean trouble if Khan aims at the Old Tiger, and affects the younger man as well.
evillurks
Nov. 27th, 2009 10:09 pm (UTC)
The gnarled hands have stilled in his lap, and his pose has gone rapidly from one that communicates irritable restlessness to one of calm repose. His eyes are hooded now, an expression that well befits the persona of Rettigue. "Mind yourself, there's no knowing if he might be ready to target you directly, next." The warning is likely unnecessary, but the tone bears it out as nothing more than a friendly reminder.

"Whatever you find could be useful at my end, but I'll focus on the set-up for Ming here, first." He glances to Myra again, considering to himself that she'll have to PINpoint to her apartment, considering her current attire. She can return the dressing gown later, since he hardly ever uses it. "I do have a car I can loan you, if you decide you need one, but the traffic is much heavier than you're used to these days. You're probably better off relying on public transportation." He already has a bank account set up in the name of Helen Menz, of course, to provide her with whatever funds she needs.
myra_reldon
Nov. 28th, 2009 05:59 pm (UTC)
"Then I'll keep to that for now." Myra nods as she stands, holding the gown together at her neck to keep it from slipping down her shoulders. Her PINpoint is in hand. "If I'm not needed, I should probably get to the apartment." She's beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable watching both Shadows in the same room. Also, after the experience with Khan, and still feeling tired, she'd like the chance to get a little more sleep.
sable_cloak
Nov. 28th, 2009 06:38 pm (UTC)
"I will." At the Rettigue-like expression, the younger Shadow replies with a slightly lethargic grin befitting of Cranston. He watches as Myra stands, the size of the dressing gown now almost comical as it makes her look even shorter than before.

"Taxis pick up ladies in over sized dressing gowns now?" The tone is completely Cranston's, and it elicits an amused smile from Myra. It's a mark not of the younger man's humor, but Cranston's. Still, she apparently appreciates it.
evillurks
Nov. 28th, 2009 10:57 pm (UTC)
"This is New York, I'm sure the cabbies see much stranger things than that." The city has changed, over time, and gained a reputation for the bizarre. He notes the PINpoint in her hand, however, and draws his own conclusions. "Go on then, and return that later..."

He leans forward with a wheeze, reaching for the stacked papers. "The first part goes for you too," He nods calmly at his alternate. "We've both got work to do."
myra_reldon
Nov. 29th, 2009 05:19 pm (UTC)
Myra is reminded of her night out with Chaz, and knows she'd be downright modest compared to what some people wear. With a quick nod, she PINpoints away without another word.

When she appears in Menz's apartment, she's quick to find a hanger, and then crashes back into bed.
sable_cloak
Nov. 29th, 2009 05:24 pm (UTC)
After Myra leaves, the younger Shadow pulls out his PINpoint and stands. There's no chair where he'll be appearing. He says nothing, but just before he PINpoints, he seems to resign himself to something as the fire behind his eyes dims slightly, and then leaves.

Back in his own Sanctum, that dimmed fire shows no signs of affecting him as he flies into motion, beginning to set events and making plans. All the while, on his guard for a potential attack from Khan himself.
evillurks
Nov. 30th, 2009 03:00 pm (UTC)
Although he's already returned to his own work, the Old Tiger watches his alternate in his peripheral vision. He does not miss that odd flicker in the younger man's eyes, and wonders over it. There's little time to be wasted on that, though. Burbank is quickly contacted, putting things in motion for a very private and heavily guarded place for Ming in upstate New York.
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