June 22nd, 1894

[temsikspirit]

It was a particularly dark evening, one without any moon to cast its glow. The streets downtown at least were lit well enough for pedestrians still straggling home but it was of no concern to the man in the overcoat. Not when a simple slip into the world of the dead would negate the need for light at all.

Nor is he on his way to any particular place. For the moment, he's contented himself with leaning back against a wall, watching the occasional person stroll down the street. To them he might as well not be there at all. Today would have been just as uneventful as any other were it not for his earlier meeting with a couple acquaintances of the blue-skinned variety. Weren't many of them around here and they sure stuck out like a sore thumb but the influx of immigrants lately brings many surprises to this land of opportunity. The thought alone would make him smirk had he less motor control.

It was business as usual, more discussions, more requests of proof. Yomiel was happy to oblige but it was starting to feel like they were making him go through the mill for this. It was going to take them a heck of a lot longer to make arrangements at this pace but the truth was...he could wait, if he had to. It'd all pan out in the end.

The thought strikes him that he should probably head home soon but there isn't much reason for it. There's no urgency to his existence, hardly a reason for any adherence to time save for a horse who might need him. The queerness of that thought immediately turns his mood for worse. Maybe he'll drop his body and possess some sap tonight for fun.

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[timeforjustice]

Huh. That was strange. For a moment there, Yomiel had taken on an expression that reminded Apollo of a predator, like catching sight of a wolf that didn't know what to think of you... but then he was all smiles, like nothing had ever happened. Apollo smiles back at him in return, but his brief uncertainty makes it a slow response. He didn't have the faintest clue what that had been about, but maybe his rambling friend should've had a drink to relax himself while they were still at the bar.

"I got lots of time for you, got all night..." Of course, now that Apollo's not concentrating so hard on avoiding obstacles, he's actually stumbling more out here on the dark streets. Yomiel's support helps quite a bit, especially since he's leading the man uphill, away from the noisy saloons and into one of the working-class areas. It's a district of the city dotted with factories, ones built to take advantage of the water transport of the bay not too distant from the city itself. Apollo headed right towards a big, looming building that housed a textiles factory; there was no fence around this one, their goods all stored indoors for the protection of their merchandise. And what Apollo was doing was probably trespassing, what did a deputy care about that?

"Too damn far t' walk," he mumbles in complaint, dragging his feet towards a shed behind the factory. "Too sauced for climbin', an' no one likes folks lying around in the plaza late at night, so this'll have to do you." It is a decent location for stargazing despite still being in the city. The district being uphill meant that there was actually a view of trees from back behind some of the warehouses and factories here, and they were far enough apart for a mostly uninterrupted view looking straight up.