He didn't know when cultists and demons became the norm instead of drug-running gangs, but he had a hunch it was in the last few months. His gear was holding up well to the mundanely physical, but he had some bruises than burned as they healed. His ribs had been protesting that all night. He needed to get in contact with one of the other Defenders about if there was some sort of cure outside of letting it heal on its own.
Lots of things had changed since he had taken down Shaw. Most particularly the state of his marriage. After the euphoric celebrations, things Stephanie had to do became more frequent than him getting time to even talk to her. His phone was full of texts for postponements and cancellations.
Vesper winged his way toward the penthouse. He needed to get some sleep before going into Veridian in the morning. Though he would likely sleep on the Murphy bed in the Vesper den like he had been for a couple months now. He had seen no point in sleeping in the bed he and his wife supposedly shared.
He swooped into the entrance into the lower floor. He wasn't listening around or as cautious as he should have been. He was just worn down. It was as he was peeling off his Vesper gear that the sounds around him filtered into his consciousness. He blinked and turned slightly.
That was...
He tossed the rest of his gear on the bench and grabbed a soft, black Henley. It would cover his bruises as much as his leggings already were. He pulled it over his head after pulling the door open. He cautiously padded barefoot down the hallway.
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Lots of things had changed since he had taken down Shaw. Most particularly the state of his marriage. After the euphoric celebrations, things Stephanie had to do became more frequent than him getting time to even talk to her. His phone was full of texts for postponements and cancellations.
Vesper winged his way toward the penthouse. He needed to get some sleep before going into Veridian in the morning. Though he would likely sleep on the Murphy bed in the Vesper den like he had been for a couple months now. He had seen no point in sleeping in the bed he and his wife supposedly shared.
He swooped into the entrance into the lower floor. He wasn't listening around or as cautious as he should have been. He was just worn down. It was as he was peeling off his Vesper gear that the sounds around him filtered into his consciousness. He blinked and turned slightly.
That was...
He tossed the rest of his gear on the bench and grabbed a soft, black Henley. It would cover his bruises as much as his leggings already were. He pulled it over his head after pulling the door open. He cautiously padded barefoot down the hallway.