( closed ) lost research

[winscenario]

who: Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, Peggy Carter, Re-L Mayer, Shai Ebbisaryn, Sans, Dick Grayson, Scott Lang, Yuuri Katsuki, Victor Nikiforov
what: a rescue mission
when: from May 15th through to the end of the month
where: abandoned area, along the river, the delta and the waterfalls; between the first and second walls
warnings: monster attacks, probably some injuries/blood, don't expect anything more than that; add any needed warnings on your own threads as needed, please!


Despite the risks, most of the journey was a fairly quiet one. A lot of hours walking, making their way along the riverside, trekking through the woods and across small clearings. When the sun set they'd set up camp somewhere, and as soon as it rose they got back to their feet and out towards the Delta underneath the waterfalls.

Jim made sure they had all they needed; maps, compasses, whatever devices that could help them navigate the terrain. As far as supplies went, they had plenty of covers and extra clothes to make sure they didn't suffer through the colder nights, but there were no luxuries out here. If it rained, they'd be mostly unprotected, and they could only shower and wash their clothes so long as they had the time and access to the stream of the river. There was plenty of food, hopefully enough to last them the round trip, but they also had a myriad of tools and weaponry needed for any hunting and scavenging so they didn't always have to consume from the food they'd brought along for the trip.

The creatures living out here were another concern, and on a journey this long, they were bound to run into something sooner or later. They should be packing enough weaponry to keep the team safe and everyone in one piece, though.

Hopefully, it would be worth it. Jim didn't even care if they didn't get their hands on any of that research— all he cared about was that there were people possibly lost and in danger out there, and he wanted to try and save them.

[ ooc: this is a mingle log, so everyone feel free to write up your own top levels and/or tag around as much as you like! ]

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Dick Grayson | ota

[fingerstripes]

[ He's here as an agent of the police rather than here as Nightwing, which had been a practical decision as much as a tactical one. Better to try and blend a little, when standing out in this context will only be a drawback for the team. Better not to put his own effectiveness at risk with worries about how to keep a mask in place during a weeks-long excursion with strangers.

Still, it's an unfamiliar position to be in, and it has him more than a little off-balance. A little more on edge than the regular obligations of police work tend to inspire. The gun strapped prominently to his hip feels a little more out of place today than it ever does when he's in uniform. He wears it because it would be more conspicuous for an off-duty officer not to, though it's probably noticeable to the team by now that the weapon isn't ever drawn. There are always other options for him in a fight, and he uses them. Carefully held back. Curtailed. No bat-ninja skills here, no sir. Just unvarnished, art-less competence. ]


Climbing

[ The rougher terrain is where he tends to let go of a little of that facade. He makes quick work of the cliff face even without the help of bat equipment, and there's a smooth, natural grace to the way he moves above the ground that no amount of feigning can really hide.

He flips in a smooth arc, dangling somehow from his feet off that terrifying overhang and turning to extend a confident hand down. ]

Here. You need a hand? [ He won't snatch without permission. ]


Nightfall

[ When his watch is wrapped and dinner stashed for the night, Dick often kills the sleepless hours in the loftiest perch he can find. Usually that's a tree close to the camp, and tonight he's taken the bat-binocs (emblem carefully filed off) to catch the long view of where they're heading. The end game.

Make a sound below and he'll likely engage in his invitingly friendly way, or surprise him while he's distracted and risk a reflexive attack. ]


Training

[ But he needs to train sometime. Keep up the regime or lose it, and he won't lose it when lives are depending on him.

And okay, maybe days on end of pent up competence with no break, no relief at all, is starting to get to him after a while. He's close enough to be shouted for, far enough away that you'll probably need to stumble across him by accident to actually find him, a makeshift staff in hand as he cycles through a few dramatic bat ninja routines, all flipping, twisting, kicks. ]