004 ◉ audio; dated to the 14th

[imaginate]

[ The audio clicks on and there's a long pause. When Kyle speaks, his tone is calm, perfectly controlled. It's his Business Voice, blank save for the barest hint of anger. ]

This is Kyle Rayner of the Green Lantern Corps. I apologise for the inconvenience, but our clinic at EA-3B is currently undergoing repairs and won't be able to take more patients at this time. We'll be temporarily operating a backup at WA-1A. [ He attaches a map, showing where it is. ]

Any and all hands with medical experience or healing abilities are always welcome.

[ Another long pause. ]

And if someone could come collect Avatar Korra, that would be appreciated.

[ There is a brief pause, as though he's debating what more to say, before the audio clicks off. ]

Comments

[imaginate]

[He just looks at Jim, his eyes and shoulders heavy.]

Can we just.. eat, first?

[jirk]

[Jim's in Problem Solving mode, it takes him a couple seconds (and one good look at Kyle's posture) to relent.

There's almost no one alive that can make him back down from anything, but he nods, accepting it from Kyle.]

Sure. You wanna ring up a car or something?

[He tilts his head, smiles a little.]

How about a 1965 Chevy Corvette Stingray? Pop top, the whole nine yards.

[imaginate]

Hm.

[The heaviness leaves, replaced by curiosity.]

Gimme a moment.

[The car forms, slowly, engine first. The gears fit together, then Kyle adds the interior. Steering wheel, upholstery. A small figurine of Hal Jordan. Then he adds the doors, windows, and gestures to Jim to get in to the driver' seat.]

[jirk]

[He wonders if that's something he shouldn't have given away, but the car - even made of the hard-light green - is as beautiful as he remembers. Dad's car, he thinks, and he trails his fingers along the car door.

Normally, he'd jump over the door and settle into the seat, but he's pretty sure that'd be an actual disaster with his leg the way it is, so instead he opens the door and drops down into the passenger's seat with a slight shake of his head to Kyle. It's weird, not to automatically take the lead, want to drive. But it's a manual transmission, and again-- leg.]

So who's the bobble head?

[He points at Hal.]

[imaginate]

[Huh.]

[He takes the driver's seat, getting himself comfortable. It's been a while since he actually drove a car. Once his seatbelt is fastened, he looks towards where Jim is pointing.]

[It's extremely tempting, to spin some grand tale about the only fearless he'd met (but that wasn't true, Guy was fearless, until Kyle had learnt otherwise), or even as a friend, but the truth was... Hal Jordan was the man in whose shadow Kyle stood, and would always stand. It was how legacies worked.]

My predecessor.

[There's warmth, just a little bit, because they're friends, but no other emotion.]

[jirk]

[But Jim hears something about the weight, the burden that the man presents instead, and he tilts his head just a little. Listening for something only he can hear, running his fingers along the dash. It's got none of the 23rd century modifications his dad had installed, but it's... nice, seeing it stock.

(Is that seriously a tape deck?)]

Casts a pretty big shadow, huh.

[imaginate]

Something like that.

[He taps the tape deck.]

Any requests?

[jirk]

Probably nothing you'd know. I was raised on 22nd century rock. It's okay, I don't mind the silence.

[He sprawls a little in the seat, tips his head back. Just enjoying the day. Breathing in.]

[imaginate]

[Kyle considers, and then he turns on the radio. The song plays, and it's sadness, but it's an emotion one can compartmentalise. It's all his burdens and darkness at once, and he packages it carefully, putting it away.]

[When they reach the restaurant, he'll be in a considerably better mood.]

[jirk]

[Well, that's. Macabre. But Jim says nothing, just goes along with it, and stretches when he gets out. He cocks his head, tips his head to the door in an 'after you' gesture.]

[imaginate]

[Just this once, he concedes, and walks in first, taking a seat towards the back. He makes an effort to make himself look as small and unimposing as possible, and looks at the menu.]

[jirk]

[Jim gives him a few minutes of silence to go over the menu, and then he flags down his favourite server, all charm and flirtatious teasing. They banter back and forth for a bit - it's obvious they know each other - and Jim makes his order cheerfully, and then deflects her attention to Kyle.]

[imaginate]

[Kyle orders quietly, politely, and directly. He doesn't waste time, he doesn't butter anything up, either. He hums quietly as he waits for the food.]

[jirk]

[Jim leans back in the booth and drapes his arm over the back.]

Nice place, huh?

[imaginate]

Really nice.

[He smiles up at it.]

Good colour scheme.

[jirk]

Man, you are such an artist.

[Jim just laughs, shakes his head.]

[imaginate]

[He shrugs.]

Hey, watch it now. I might repaint your house in a flight of fancy.

[jirk]

Is that a promise or a threat, Angel?

[He is totally okay with this.]

[imaginate]

Try a guarantee.

[He leans back, clearly relaxed.]

[jirk]

Just stay away from the chartreuse, huh?

[He fiddles a little with the fork on the table, turns it over and slides his hand back down.]

[imaginate]

Yellow goes with a few things.

[And it means something different to you.]

[jirk]

[Jim gives him a curious look, head canted slightly.]

Well, yeah. So does puce.

[imaginate]

It's a nice colour!

[jirk]

[ROLLING HIS EYES.]

What did I just say?

[imaginate]

[He falls quiet, and just nods as the food arrives. He says grace, as always, and then looks expectantly at Jim.]]