Check-up

[evillurks]

The Shadow has been splitting his time between the Sanctum and the apartment of James Rettigue, but only one of these locations is a place for guests. The coffee table is a solid mass of paperwork, although there are signs of order in the form of stacks. The furniture is sleek and black, modern even for its time. One wall of the living room is dominated by a tall picture window that overlooks the city, but the curtains are half drawn. From the kitchen the scent of fresh coffee drifts, but The Shadow is not used to entertaining. The spartan feel to the place, broken only by his paperwork, does not give a welcoming feel.

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[evillurks.livejournal.com]

He winces slightly, out of sympathy, concerned for the youth of her city now. Perhaps they could use a black-clad avenger around to destroy the drug rings and put fear into the criminals and teenagers. Likely John wouldn't appreciate The Shadow's methods of going about it.

"It sounds... mm. I think all pilots dream about that." There is a trace of wistfulness about his smile, but he stands with a nod, offering a businesslike handshake. "No, thank you, I think I'll manage. I can't promise to avoid aggravating the condition, though. Thank you, and... congratulations." The ring on her left hand has not escaped his notice, and he's sure it wasn't there the last time he saw her, back before his escapades tracing the drug ring.

[sarah-branigan.livejournal.com]

John would most definitely not appreciate a vigilante in his city, even if it was to break up drug rings (because, really, if John wanted to, he could simply will all the drugs out of existence.)

"Really? LOLs aren't something to wish for, but I wouldn't mind that one again." She returns his handshake, professional and courteous, but then he offers his congratulations. "Oh... oh, thank you." She simply cannot contain her happiness, her expression glowing. "Take care of yourself, Shadow." She'll go ahead and PINpoint out before she says anything silly.

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

The Shadow will simply have to content himself with dispensing justice in every other city he can get his hands into.

"I haven't been, yet, and I'm not looking forward to it." The Shadow gives a shrug, resigned to the idea that he is due for an LOL eventually. His handshake is solid and carefully gentle, the of a man without the least worry of arthritis. "Likewise." He lets her go and steps back so she may PINpoint away. He's perfectly glad to see her go without gushing about her engagement, which may be why he waited to mention it until she was about to leave. He's just as glad to go back to his work, now.