Old folks home (David)

[Leon]

Leon got home and poorer himself a glass of Dr pepper on the rocks with his fancy whiskey glass set that never had whiskey in it. Sitting down he would flip open his cell phone.

"I know it's been a while, but we need to talk."

Leon would wait for a response before returning with.

"In person. Come by my place."

[David B.]

David's single response to the first bit would be nothing but a question mark. It had been a long time since Leon reached out- almost a year.

The second statement would get the single letter "k" from him before, fifteen minutes later, he'd knock. He kept his wits about him though.

Leon liked to sneak attack sometimes.

The bitch.

[Leon]

"It's open!"

Leon would call loudly from his chair so David could come in. Leon would poor David a glass of Dr pepper on the rocks and put it on the table. Surely David would understand enough from how bloody and fucker up Leon still was from his fight earlier. He wasn't even sure if it was the same day yet.

"Sit, please."

Leon would sit after offering David a seat. Tapping the pipe blade in his lap in thought before he would speak.

"There are new players in town."

[David B.]

David would indeed sit, frowning at the mangled representation of Leon's face. Undoing his suit jacket, he graciously accepted the drink and leaned back at Leon's statement.

"New players? You mean a gang? Or something bigger?"

David wasn't interested in gang warfare- but he would definitely be intrigued if something more was going on.

Like a mob war.

"And I take it they are the ones who made you look like a picaso?"

[Leon]

Leon said nothing to the first statement because he didn't know for sure, but he nodded at the second taking a sip and sloshing the bubbles around in his mouth before drinking it to clear his pallet of blood.

"More like he is the one who did this to me. These people aren't small fry by any means. I don't remember how many he said, but he said brothers and sisters. As well something about Gates I think he was referring to this... Expanded pocket dimension. Let alone how strong just the one dude is, they have some nifty tech to use as well."

[David B.]

Woah woah woah. Gates?

"Gates?"

He would lean forward, now terribly interested.

"So...let me get this straight. You fought one man, and he made you look like road kill. He said there were more, and then he told you he had technology? Or did he show you these Gates? Be specific."

David stared at Leon, despite the fact that the blondes face made him wanna puke.

[Leon]

Leon would close his eyes and hold up the weapon, whistle from low to high and it would flit quickly with a trail of light to cut the table.

"We fought in this Gate he called Simmons Gate. Was some sort of warehouse with pet products and odd shit in it."

[David B.]

David set down his glass, looking away before standing up.

"That's impossible..."

He would put a hand on his hip and run his other hand through his hair. He paced a moment, trying to think. After several moments of this, he retook his seat and cleared his throat.

"Alright- lets say for a moment that I believe you and they have found a way to remake the Gates. What exactly are you hoping for from me?"

[Leon]

Leon stayed quiet for a few seconds with an eye brow raised. The other one was swollen in position and wouldn't move anyways. Taking a drink he would let that settle then talk.

"Before I was just going to warn you since I know you took a job at two five nine. Shit in the city always ends up fucking with that school for some reason."

Leon would put his drink down and lean forward with his chin in his hands.

"Now I want to know what you mean by remade the Gates."

[David B.]

David sighed and leaned back, chewing his lip.

"I'm sure you do."

David stared, thinking. It was true- 259 was a magnet for bullshit like this. The school was full of struggling kids- but those struggles always made them hard and strong. He would offer Leon a little smile.

"Tell you what. You give up this bullshit with the mob, with shaking down store fronts. Come work at 259 as Assistant Dean under me and I'll tell you what I know."

[Leon]

Leon shrugged.

"Sure."

Cause going back to 259 really didn't bother him. He liked messing with those kids when he attended that school. Always some real go getters when it came down to it.

"Now spill."

[David B.]

"Good."

Reaching into his pocket, David pulled out a lighter and set it on the table.





"That is a gate."

He would lean back a little.

"Gates are items that, when used in their function while a holders Qi is active, triggers a warping of space and time around them. It doesn't actually shift or open another dimension, it bends space around them to make room for something in this universe that already exists but was destroyed. It's hard to explain but, were I to open and use this lighter, we'd be jerked into a fabric of space within this apartment that exists simultaneously with our own. That lighter leads into a training center filled with nightmarish shit even you couldn't dream up, Leon. At least, that's what the book says."

He would half shrug.

"That's it. Far as I know, this was the last remaining Gate. The others, from what I understood, were destroyed to prevent destruction of the fabric of the world. Or...so I'm told. I've never actually tried to use it, nor will I. But the safest place for this thing that I can think of is on me. And that brings us to today."

He pointed with his chin.

"My company is researching this Gate to better learn how to create space warp. We're hundreds of years away but...it's a start. And before you ask, no, I don't know where they came from.

[Leon]

Leon would stare at the lighter for a long while. Before remembering the stupid large bird cage. He then sat back and pulled out the manual for his whistle controlled bladed weapon and put it on the table.

"Do you know what this Gate is called?"

Leon wondered simply because the one he fought in had a name. Maybe the lighter held a connection...

"The fucking cat! I bet it was the cat. Sonoma bitch had a Gate."

[David B.]

David shook his head.

"Simon's gate is the only other gate I've actually heard of- and I don't know anything about it."

He would frown.

"Cat....can you take me to this shop?"

[Leon]

Leon would glare at David's request to bring him to the shop for a minute before getting up and grabbing a towel from his wet towel barrel for quick cleaning.

Rubbing off the blood where he could see or feEl it before dunking his head in he'doesn't head for the door.

"Sure."

Leon would whistle again and the blade on the table would shoot to his hand.