RP - Getting Together with iris_angel

[on_holy_ground]

It didn't take Darius long to find the address of the new place that Methos was now living in, although that was more because of the cab driver he had hired rather than anything done on his own part. New York was a city that was far to similar in appearance for him to ever really be adequate at finding where things were easily. Oh give him a few decades and he'd probably figure it out at least partially, but for the moment he had to rely on the people around him to get to where he needed to go.

Heading up the short stairway leading to the building, Darius kept the long staff he carried more or less tucked under his arm. The cabbie hadn't asked questions, probably assuming it was simply a walking stick or something of that nature. Odd perhaps, but certainly not unheard of in a city that held so many people.

In fact, the stick was actually a quarterstaff, and it was carried mainly to ease the mind of Ynez. She didn't like him wandering around without some form of protection, and while she would have preferred it to be something much sharper, she was willing to concede to the staff given Darius' flat our refusal to carry a sword for any reason. He doubted she was happy with it, but he had not given her any real choice in that matter.

As he reached the top, Darius glanced once more at the sheet of paper in his hands, reaffirming the number of the apartment before pushing the corresponding button on the building's intercom system. Now he simply had to wait for a reply from the old man upstairs.

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[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"Pierson residence." Sounded the intercom system.

[on-holy-ground.livejournal.com]

Darius found himself somewhat amused by the response from upstairs. It sounded quite different from the graduate student persona that his friend had adopted under that name over a decade before.

"Adam? It's Darius. May I come up?"

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"Come on up." He says as he pushes the buzzer so that the gated door will open for him. "Top floor."

He looks around his penthouse apartment as if he was just caught by his 'unexpected parent', looking for something to clean up. However, there was nothing to clean up so he decided to put on some hot water for tea.

Just in case, but...he's pretty sure that Darius won't mind.

He could feel him halfway up the elevator and it made him smile.

[on-holy-ground.livejournal.com]

Somehow he wasn't surprised that Methos had taken up residence in the top floor of such a building. While the man had never really been one who reveled in his wealth as some Immortals did, he was one who did like his creature comforts when his lifetime allowed for it.

Darius tensed slightly as he felt the other's presence, but that was simply a body reflex. No different really from blinking when something passed to close to an eye. Then the elevator doors opened, and Darius made his way to the door and knocked lightly. He was looking forward to spending a bit of time with his old friend, despite the sometimes interesting, conversations they had on occasion. Having rather different viewpoints on things did tend have that kind of effect.

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

Methos took out two cups and placed them on the counter. He goes to answer the door and looks him over. "Well, you look surprisingly like something the cat dragged in."

[on-holy-ground.livejournal.com]

Darius looks at the other Immortal and smiles, the look on his face one of faint amusement. In his free hand there is a six-pack of a microbrew beer that he had purchased before he had hailed the cab, which he held out for inspection. He knew better than to come over empty handed, although under normal circumstances he would have brought some of his honey mead.

"It is nice to see you as well, Adam."

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

He smiles as he sees the pack of beer, "It's good to see you too, old friend. Come in."

Methos steps back so Darius can come in. "I just put on some water for that...tea that you drink. Yes, I have some for you. You can put the beer in the fridge."

Now that Darius was...well...not very priest like, he shows him what it's like to be a friend and not a guest or acquaintance. He has to do stuff himself now.

[on-holy-ground.livejournal.com]

Darius has no problem pulling his weight, as it were. He heads over to the refrigerator and places the beer inside, then walks over to where Methos is preparing the tea.

"At least you do not prepare it the way they tend to do here."

Microwaving water for tea? Mortifying really.

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"Very." He looks him over. "This is a nice fashion statement, by the way. The quarterstaff really completes it."

He finishes the tea and hands him a cup while he goes to get a beer.

[on-holy-ground.livejournal.com]

Darius sets said staff aside as he takes the cup, wrapping his hands around it so the warmth would seep into his fingers. He then leans against the counter a bit and watches Methos while he waits for the tea to cool somewhat. "I was looking for something a bit more modern, but I'm afraid they simply don't cater much to my specialty these days."

It's rather hard to say whether he's serious or not.

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"I suppose not. Although, I don't always remember you carrying one with you everywhere. Why now? More importantly, why with street clothes. You would have less looks if you were in the robes. They would assume that you're just...an odd monk but good. In street clothes, well...you look like a serial killer."

[on-holy-ground.livejournal.com]

Darius looks down at the tan slacks, white shirt, and brown jacket that he has on, then shrugs a bit as he tests the temperature of his tea. It is still a bit too hot for comfortable sipping. "I was trying to modernize my wardrobe a bit since I am not at St. Julien's at the moment. As for the staff, it is a compromise that I have made for the sake of another."

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"Another?" He says with a quirked eyebrow because no one has ever convinced Darius of anything that completely goes against his character. "Who was this?"

[on-holy-ground.livejournal.com]

"Do you remember when I came to see you and Edmond a few months before Christmas, back when I was, not quite myself?"

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I remember." He looks at him oddly, "Are you telling me that you're still with this same girl?"

[on-holy-ground.livejournal.com]

Darius tests his tea again and finds that it is now cool enough to drink, so he takes a swallow before he answers. "Yes."

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"Well, do I detect trouble?" He says as he heads over to the living room area to sprawl on the couch.

[on-holy-ground.livejournal.com]

Darius walks into the living room, cup still in hand, and sits in a chair that is opposite to the couch. "We are having some issues, yes. It is only to be expected given the nature of things."

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"What exactly the nature of things? You're clearly not the general anymore because he would have spit up the mead and told me to get him something stronger. You're clearly not the priest that you used to be either. Well, you might be...but in civilian clothes? Something is off with you."

[on-holy-ground.livejournal.com]

Sighing softly, Darius sets the tea on the table and then sits back in the chair. He steeples his fingers together as he takes a moment to think. "It's, complicated."

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"I know the meaning of the word, Darius. I practically invented it. Tell me more."

[on-holy-ground.livejournal.com]

"It is rather difficult to know where to begin really. There has been a lot of confusion in my mind, even before Loki released the light quickening again, after the MacLeod boy's death."

That was putting it rather mildly really.

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'm not going anywhere." He says with a smile as he gets himself a bit more comfortable.

[on-holy-ground.livejournal.com]

Darius shakes his head slightly, although there is a slight smile on his face. He had known coming here that talking to the older Immortal would not be an easy thing.

"I am changing, Methos. The thoughts and feelings that have been a part of me since that day in Paris are there once more, but I find myself wanting something more. I still want to help those around me, and to try and bring what peace I can to humanity, but I want to do it while discovering the things I have been putting on hold for all these years."

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"You mean like love. Although, I'm sure the peace that you get from helping others and the love that you feel while doing that is something wonderful to you...it isn't like the extraordinary love that you get when you are with someone that fulfills you in a way that nothing else can."