[RL with Death the Kid] [Backdated]
Feb. 25th, 2010 08:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
screwlooseAs promised, Stein headed for Washington. Since he was travelling by plane, he expected to get there after Kid, but that didn't bother him. Kid might try to ambush him, but Stein was confident that he would be able to deal with his student.
Hopefully he wouldn't have to break too much of him before he could get him to listen.
Security was a pain in the ass, but no one could figure out a reason to deny the man just because the metal detectors were going crazy about the bolt in his head. Stein just patiently showed doctor's credentials and explained that the bolt was there for medical reasons. Finally, they let him through.
At the other end, he made a single stop before heading to the monument. At a martial arts supply store, he purchased a wooden bo staff, which he carried on his shoulder as he walked through the desolate remains of the nation's capital towards the location of his meeting with Death the Kid.
Hopefully he wouldn't have to break too much of him before he could get him to listen.
Security was a pain in the ass, but no one could figure out a reason to deny the man just because the metal detectors were going crazy about the bolt in his head. Stein just patiently showed doctor's credentials and explained that the bolt was there for medical reasons. Finally, they let him through.
At the other end, he made a single stop before heading to the monument. At a martial arts supply store, he purchased a wooden bo staff, which he carried on his shoulder as he walked through the desolate remains of the nation's capital towards the location of his meeting with Death the Kid.
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Date: 2010-02-25 07:44 pm (UTC)At Kid's question, he gave a soft sigh. "This isn't my world, Kid. It's not my business what happens here. I'm no superhero running around policing other worlds, regardless of the fact that I'm living here right now. If Wesker wants to do this, it's these people who live here who are supposed to stop him, and I wouldn't ask them to help us with our problems, either."
He watched Kid turn to face him, his expression slack and all but expressionless. "I don't want to fight you, Kid," he said, his tone almost bored. "But I will, if you make me."