action. ( And he is going to take this opportunity to just disappear and not respond. Whenever the Bat decides to turn up, she might find Atlas is already, idly strolling along the roof, keeping an eye out for her. Twenty minutes had been an overestimation of how much time he needed, he's been there since about ten minutes after they agreed to meet. )
[She takes a little longer, because she has to pack up the mess of her tailoring projects that are in the living room, before suiting up and heading out.
Though she takes it as an opportunity to show off a little, when she sees he's already on the rooftop, connecting her zipline and flipping smoothly through the air, managing to land almost perfectly.]
Hi.
this was such a confusing subject line to have appear in my inbox at 3am fyi ALSO NO :C
[That should've at least gotten an eight out of ten, in her professional opinion, though she's also sticking her tongue out at him so professional should probably be taken with a grain of salt.]
( He's a bit smug, pointing that out, because Batgirl is, yes, faster across rooftops than he is, and probably hasn't fallen through a rotten one perched atop a ramshackle building anytime recently. One day he should see if he can levitate rocks or metal or something and just ride around on that.
That might be excessive, though.
Atlas gives her a bit of a wink, and then he's off at a run, moving into the Outlands towards the training area he has in mind. It's a way out, but not so remote as to be a major inconvenience for two heroes in their prime to get to. )
[She rolls her eyes at him, and decides to be kind enough to even give him a moment headstart, before she starts running, too.
Between her grapple and simple freerunning, she makes good time, keeping a close eye on Atlas to see which way he's moving, often having to belatedly change her course, since she's generally a few feet ahead of him.
Still, once they reach the outlands and getting closer to their intended destination, it isn't to hard for her to pick out, and she increases her pace, leaping over rocks and slipping through tight passages between trees or boulders, befor she comes to a skidding halt in the clearing a good thirty seconds before Atlas does.
[Steph doesn't panic, and not just because she knows Atlas wouldn't let her drown in this. Instead, she shifts her weight carefully, testng the viscosity, and for a moment she's still, weighing her options.
Her next movements are lightning quick; her lower body doesn't move, but her hand reaches into her utility belt, pulling out a batarang and filling it at the rock near Atlas, where it releases a thick mess of sticky goop. If he doesn't move out of the way in time, he might find himself a little trapped.]
( He does not like this. Sticky things, things that trap and bind him. He has nightmares about drowning, it's part of why his quicksand is only ever waist deep. The trap spreads fast, and he's trying to burn his way out, flames roaring over his skin, billowing out but doing nothing to the trap.
Atlas shoots her a look, snorting out smoke to mark his displeasure. )
[She grins at him, offering a shrug before slipping her grapple gun from her belt and firing at a nearby rock, using the line to carefully pull herself out.
As she finally jumps onto a rock, leaping from there up into a tree (he can't change trees)]
You think I didn't have my own tricks up my sleeve.?
( A moment, a breath, and if fire won't work: ice. )
You think I didn't?
( The goop cracks, and he snickers at her grappling gun. Metal, rope. He might have to show her how badly that could go.
He can set the tree on fire. Fire swings from his fist, as if he were swinging a rope around his head, swinging the leaves around her. He doesn't want to be too severe, although fire is crackling along the branches. )
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controlledvariable) wrote2014-02-02 07:59 pm
come hug me GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME
lil bit, there's not really many people around who are a challenge.
[In case it wasn't obvious, Steph's favourite things are sex and violence.]
MY BOWL IS ONLY HALF FULL wait i must eat that thing i didn't want as you refill the bowl
suit up? i prefer to be in the outlands but i have time if you do
p much my life
[leave the poor boy alone.
sounds like a plan. the outlands are fine by me.
meanwhile my roommate just said "dick obsessed sex pervert" really loudly in the kitchen
all right. meet you at ( random address ) in twenty?
i am sure they had a perfectly good reason
i'll be there. i hope you're ready to get your ass kicked
that's what i'm afraid of
( And he is going to take this opportunity to just disappear and not respond. Whenever the Bat decides to turn up, she might find Atlas is already, idly strolling along the roof, keeping an eye out for her. Twenty minutes had been an overestimation of how much time he needed, he's been there since about ten minutes after they agreed to meet. )
did you solve the mystery of the dicks???
Though she takes it as an opportunity to show off a little, when she sees he's already on the rooftop, connecting her zipline and flipping smoothly through the air, managing to land almost perfectly.]
Hi.
this was such a confusing subject line to have appear in my inbox at 3am fyi ALSO NO :C
7/10, yep, before he signs: ) Didn't stick the landing.
( Not perfectly, anyway, and he's just being silly. ) Let's go.
( Because they need to get into the Outlands, and he is pretending to be a Serious Business Hero. Except for the smirk. )
i was hoping it would have that effect
[That should've at least gotten an eight out of ten, in her professional opinion, though she's also sticking her tongue out at him so professional should probably be taken with a grain of salt.]
Race you?
[Because everything is a competition.]
cruel mistress
( He's a bit smug, pointing that out, because Batgirl is, yes, faster across rooftops than he is, and probably hasn't fallen through a rotten one perched atop a ramshackle building anytime recently. One day he should see if he can levitate rocks or metal or something and just ride around on that.
That might be excessive, though.
Atlas gives her a bit of a wink, and then he's off at a run, moving into the Outlands towards the training area he has in mind. It's a way out, but not so remote as to be a major inconvenience for two heroes in their prime to get to. )
you love it
[She rolls her eyes at him, and decides to be kind enough to even give him a moment headstart, before she starts running, too.
Between her grapple and simple freerunning, she makes good time, keeping a close eye on Atlas to see which way he's moving, often having to belatedly change her course, since she's generally a few feet ahead of him.
Still, once they reach the outlands and getting closer to their intended destination, it isn't to hard for her to pick out, and she increases her pace, leaping over rocks and slipping through tight passages between trees or boulders, befor she comes to a skidding halt in the clearing a good thirty seconds before Atlas does.
Now who's smug?]
sigh i do
It's like his party trick. He's going to give her an easy start, and build up.
Atlas just crouches on a rock, and waves. )
c:
Her next movements are lightning quick; her lower body doesn't move, but her hand reaches into her utility belt, pulling out a batarang and filling it at the rock near Atlas, where it releases a thick mess of sticky goop. If he doesn't move out of the way in time, he might find himself a little trapped.]
:c
Atlas shoots her a look, snorting out smoke to mark his displeasure. )
cccc:
As she finally jumps onto a rock, leaping from there up into a tree (he can't change trees)]
You think I didn't have my own tricks up my sleeve.?
:cccc
You think I didn't?
( The goop cracks, and he snickers at her grappling gun. Metal, rope. He might have to show her how badly that could go.
He can set the tree on fire. Fire swings from his fist, as if he were swinging a rope around his head, swinging the leaves around her. He doesn't want to be too severe, although fire is crackling along the branches. )