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riverviewlogs2017-06-15 07:48 pm
pixieboots) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-15 07:48 pm
With a thousand lies and a good disguise, hit 'em right between the eyes
who: pint-sized Dick Grayson + YOU
what: Dick is 12 years old and confused
when: June 13 - 24
where: everywhere
warnings: child endangerment, bat angst, possible minor injury
"See 'em running for their lives"
[ Crime waits for no unresolved personal crisis, as it turns out, which is actually more of a relief today than it probably should be. It's luck that Robin spots the thief in action just ahead of the victim's yell, but it's that luck that gives him an advantage. An objective. Finally something to chase down that isn't the ghost of the man he's supposed to be someday.
He gives chase across the roof, bridging gaps between buildings with a dazzling array of acrobatics, all restless, over the top flair as he closes the distance.
He's set up for a dramatic entrance at the end of a blind alley, a confrontation to end all petty thievery for all time, but in the split second that he's mid-showy quad flip the thief below plows into someone crossing the street and abruptly changes direction, and Dick's lost him by the time he hits the street below. ]
Hey. [ And he'll snag the hapless bystander by the sleeve. ] You see where they went?
[ Whether you're a hapless bystander, the unlucky victim, or even the thief, Robin doesn't seem to be prepared to let the issue slide anytime soon. His gaze narrows, roving to one street, then another. ]
"Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time"
[ If you happen to be acquainted with the grownup-sized version of Dick Grayson (or even if you're not, I'll just handwave a reason tbh) your home or place of work has potentially made Robin's list of hotspots. Breaking and entering isn't right of course, especially not without probable cause, so he's careful to case the area first, waiting for the moment when he's pretty sure whoever he's following is going to be away for a while.
He needs information. He needs to know about this place, about what it all means to the people stuck here, and he doesn't believe in his heart that any adult will give it to him straight. He has to know. He has to.
Catch him just ahead of the act - perched precariously at a window or crouching by a door, lockpick in hand - or catch him already inside, picking his way through belongings with a set of evidence gloves on over Robin's green ones. When people don't know can't hurt them, after all. ]
"Now someone is gonna pay"
[ By the end of the week you'll be able to catch him in civvies, attempting to blend with other groups of tween-age children near schools and parks, walking on his hands in high spots where no sane person should feel comfortable balancing, or eating copious amounts of ice cream and candy as he wanders the city.
As Robin he's a little flutter of yellow cape on the roof, a batarang tucked into a bird's nest, an obnoxious burst of laughter if you happen to make a pratfall somewhere in public. He's incredibly easy to find lurking nearby if you happen to stand out in some obvious way. ]
what: Dick is 12 years old and confused
when: June 13 - 24
where: everywhere
warnings: child endangerment, bat angst, possible minor injury
"See 'em running for their lives"
[ Crime waits for no unresolved personal crisis, as it turns out, which is actually more of a relief today than it probably should be. It's luck that Robin spots the thief in action just ahead of the victim's yell, but it's that luck that gives him an advantage. An objective. Finally something to chase down that isn't the ghost of the man he's supposed to be someday.
He gives chase across the roof, bridging gaps between buildings with a dazzling array of acrobatics, all restless, over the top flair as he closes the distance.
He's set up for a dramatic entrance at the end of a blind alley, a confrontation to end all petty thievery for all time, but in the split second that he's mid-showy quad flip the thief below plows into someone crossing the street and abruptly changes direction, and Dick's lost him by the time he hits the street below. ]
Hey. [ And he'll snag the hapless bystander by the sleeve. ] You see where they went?
[ Whether you're a hapless bystander, the unlucky victim, or even the thief, Robin doesn't seem to be prepared to let the issue slide anytime soon. His gaze narrows, roving to one street, then another. ]
"Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time"
[ If you happen to be acquainted with the grownup-sized version of Dick Grayson (or even if you're not, I'll just handwave a reason tbh) your home or place of work has potentially made Robin's list of hotspots. Breaking and entering isn't right of course, especially not without probable cause, so he's careful to case the area first, waiting for the moment when he's pretty sure whoever he's following is going to be away for a while.
He needs information. He needs to know about this place, about what it all means to the people stuck here, and he doesn't believe in his heart that any adult will give it to him straight. He has to know. He has to.
Catch him just ahead of the act - perched precariously at a window or crouching by a door, lockpick in hand - or catch him already inside, picking his way through belongings with a set of evidence gloves on over Robin's green ones. When people don't know can't hurt them, after all. ]
"Now someone is gonna pay"
[ By the end of the week you'll be able to catch him in civvies, attempting to blend with other groups of tween-age children near schools and parks, walking on his hands in high spots where no sane person should feel comfortable balancing, or eating copious amounts of ice cream and candy as he wanders the city.
As Robin he's a little flutter of yellow cape on the roof, a batarang tucked into a bird's nest, an obnoxious burst of laughter if you happen to make a pratfall somewhere in public. He's incredibly easy to find lurking nearby if you happen to stand out in some obvious way. ]
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[ A blind to promise to an unknown quantity doesn't sound very fair, after all.
But still, there's the fact that he's talking to a dragon. That he'd been saved by a dragon, whether it (she?) had really intended that or not. His heart thuds wildly with the thrill of it. ]
...You want something?
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So: ] Not at the moment.
[ She does, however, summon a little ball of white light to dance around her clawtips. It's under the pretense of getting a better look at him, but really, she can see just fine in the dark. It's so she can impress him with a better look at her, stretching out into the darkness past the light. ]
I suppose you could tell me what you're doing outside the walls so late, though. It gets dangerous out here, in case no one told you.
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[ He beams a little bit there, a little stupidly, if only because for once it's a question that doesn't fall distinctly into off-limits territory, and that's handy when he's actually pretty eager to make friends here.
Now that it slips past him, the way she's lighting up the space around them. His infrareds filter out the glare, and he finds himself fighting the urge to take a step back. There's a lot more of her there than he'd thought.
But he's faced Blockbuster. Two-Face. The Joker. His voice only falters a touch. ]
I'm, uh- I'm pretty new in town, so I figured I'd do some recon. There's only so much you can learn second-hand, right?
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And only so much on top of that that you can learn from the ground. Or trees, in your case. [ She offers a smirk, all gleaming teeth and eyes slitted in amusement. ] It's a shame you don't come with wings.
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On the other hand, it's a little hard run in the same circles as Superman without wishing, just a little, for the power of effortless flight. Dick tilts his head. ]
You get around out there much?
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[ Which is, honestly, pretty often. It's not like she has anything else going on.
With a touch of honest admiration: ] You wouldn't believe the beasts out here — it's more variety than I've ever seen in my own world.
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Then you just hold if all in your head? All the stuff you see?
You must have a heck of a memory.
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[ There, that sounds appropriately mysterious. She rises to her feet from her resting crouch, wings beginning to hover somewhere around unfolded. ]
I'll be getting back to it. [ And normally she'd just spring into the air and be done with this encounter, but ... well. She's in a new place, essentially without any allies. She supposes it couldn't hurt to take a chance, extending a tentative offer at a connection. A little awkwardly: ] You can come along, if you want.
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...Is there, uh- any dragon etiquette to flying?
[ It's never polite to assume. ]
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The nyphids I've known rode at my shoulders, between my wings. [ Her neck twists to direct a glance back at the spot. Yeah, he'd fit there. A pause, then even more thoughtfully: ] But they also had wings of their own, and could leave any time I got... distracted.
[ read: anytime she saw something to attack or eat and forgot she had a rider. ]
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You don't have to worry about me. I do a little of my own flying.
[ And to that point he launches off the tree branch with a showy little flip, landing light-footed precisely on the indicated spot. See he can totally be useful. ]
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Then I won't worry about it. Hold on.
[ That's all the warning she deigns to offer. She drops quickly to a crouch, and from there springs into the air. Her wings beat hard at the air, struggling for altitude from a less-than-ideal takeoff point. It's gonna be rocky and unpleasant while they get started, hopefully he's ready for that. ]
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Yes!
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Well. It's nice to see someone with good taste.
She angles her wings to take them a little higher, straining up toward the nearly full moon as the jungle below grows more and more instinct and shadowy. ]
You've hardly seen anything yet. [ She tilts her head just slightly, to toss her voice back at him through the rush of wind. ] We've only gone up, any hatchling can do that. How well do you think you can hang on when things get interesting?
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Don't hold back on my account. [ An overconfidence he'll probably live to regret. ]
Let's do interesting.
and by moon in that tag i definitely meant planet*, oops
They climb higher still, to where the cool evening air starts to feel cold and thin, and the lights of the Quarantine behind its two fences look faint and distant. Only then does she finally pause mid-stroke, hanging precariously for a few seconds. That's his warning to hang on again, if he'd started to slack at all. The instant before they start to fall she angles her body sharply downward, wings tucking into her sides — and then they do fall.
It's not straight down, not quite, but wind is deafening, more than enough to rip breath away. She angles them toward a natural lake formed by a tributary of the river, and they draw closer and closer. Only when it seems they must smash into the surface of the water does she finally flare her wings, throwing their speed into a horizontal dash across the still water. The tips of her wings scratch at the clearness of it whenever they dip down, and she gains altitude again just in time to clear the trees on the far side of the lake.
She's not quite done from there, showing off in a series of quick turns and graceful twists, even working up to a full nose-over-tail loop. Finally she settles down into a lazy spiral over the lake, satisfied with herself. ]
Still back there, I hope? [ (Kidding, mostly. She's pretty sure she'd have noticed if she'd managed to dislodge him.) ]
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Yet all the what-ifs seem small and irrelevent as she takes them up through the open air, Quarentine below them turning indistinct. He screams delightedly as they drop into freefall, bursting into laughter as they scrape the surface of the lake. The loop is just the icing on the cake, and by now he thinks he's getting the hang of this enough to know how to shift his small weight just so, helping the balance stay even in that precarious spot. ]
Man. [ Yeah he's a little breathless now. ] I don't know that I'd ever come back.
[ If he could do this whenever he wanted. See the whole world, and not just Quarentine. ]
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It's good, isn't it? [ She sounds a little smug about it. Still, though: ] But the people in the city are interesting. I might regret not learning what I can from them.
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What are you learning so far?
[ He's curious too, after all. ]
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Meat is cooked. [ She doesn't sound disdainful, just bemused. ] Cooked and spiced — and I'm sure other things as well that I don't have a name for yet. Maybe the first lesson has been that humans like to complicate everything they touch.
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Heh. Yeah I guess we're alright at that. [ He sits up abruptly a new thought strikes him. ]
...Whoa. So you haven't had meatloaf yet?
What about meatballs?
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No. I haven't even heard of them. Is meat loaf [ you can just hear the space ] something with bread?
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Hey, look me up the next time you're in town. There's gotta be some place in this city serving it up.
[ That might be complicated with someone of her size, but then again she'd said she'd already spent time there. Probably it'll be fine. He'll hit anyone in the face who isn't nice. ]
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Maybe I will. [ No, she totally will. There's no end to the interesting curiosity of human food, may as well find someone willing to show her around it. She drops a little lower above the water. ] I'm Khisanth, but when you see me I may be called Onyx.
[ And on that note she drops suddenly, landing with a splash into the water. Swimming: just like flying, but wetter. Hopefully he's fine with that. ]
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Like a, uh- secret ID?
[ On the one hand, it isn't polite to ask. On the other, it can't be all that secret if she's willing to give it to him so casually. ]
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