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Dick Grayson ([personal profile] batmanschmatman) wrote2012-08-27 11:34 pm

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[Open Spam for the Hallways, Backdated to before the flood ended]

[As messed up as it was, Dick was actually really enjoying this flood. You could spend as much time as you wanted in the gym here, and it still wasn't quite the same as actively running a gauntlet where you risked serious injury and/or death if you weren't fast enough, and he'd run the sims in his danger room facility enough that it wasn't really a challenge anymore.

This was different, and he really needed the distraction for the time being, so instead of staying put and waiting the flood out in his room, he'd been roaming the hallways aimlessly, dodging darts and spears and moving floor tiles and sudden narrow, practically invisible bridges stretched across sudden vast gaps in the floor. It wasn't exactly
normal, but it was something he could do to keep his mind active and not wallow, and it never hurt to brush up on how to not get yourself killed.

At the moment, the hallway he was walking down seemed more or less normal (for the flood, anyway), with well worn bricks that looked vaguely Egyptian, maybe, or at least something that seemed at home in the desert lining the walls and floor. It was dark, and he'd reached into his jacket pocket for a mag light, carefully sweeping the light methodically over the corridor, checking for any traps. There were markings on the floor, and he crouched down to look at them, carefully tracing a finger over one of the characters. Definitely not Egyptian, then. Nothing he recognized, actually, which meant maybe this was some kind of space Egyptians or from another culture or something else entirely, and it was those thoughts that distracted him a little bit as he stood up and carefully continued his way down the hallway.

... Only to have the floor drop out from underneath him. He dropped the flashlight with a surprised shout, and it rolled down the hall and bounced off a corner of brick, illuminating the opposite wall. Dick caught himself before he actually fell, whacking his chin on the floor and grunting a little as he tried to reorient himself. He could pull himself up pretty easily, but he wasn't sure if the rest of the floor was booby trapped or not, and with footsteps coming down around the corner, and a shadow suddenly appearing on the wall the flashlight was lighting up, he figured a head's up to whoever was coming was probably necessary.]


The floor's a little unstable over here. Just a friendly tip.

[ooc: Multiples welcome! I'm assuming this is after Kirk and Shego have left timeline wise but am otherwise very flexible. c:]
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[personal profile] psychic_hotline 2012-08-31 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Sara's heels skid helplessly against the floor a couple of times, but there's no purchase, and a heartbeat later she's back in the vertical shaft and there's nothing except a long drop and a lot of glass to get minced against - oh, and she's basically blind and lightheaded from lack of air.

It's at this point that the 'all-purpose safety belt' aspects of her nonhuman life partner kick in. She hears shattering glass as long sharp spines reach out, anchoring her into the sides of the tunnel, and she feels herself come to an abrupt halt. Now she's being held in place against the rush of the water it's painful, tearing at every inch of her not covered by armor, but - better than broken glass. She reaches out blindly for Dick, knowing the tunnel isn't wide enough for him not to at least snag her on the way down.]
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[personal profile] psychic_hotline 2012-08-31 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[She clings tight onto him, trying to think through the pressure and the dizzying lack of air - if she was on her own she could probably climb through this, or smash open the walls of the tunnel and let the water out faster, but she's not risking Dick's life in the process.

She feels her throat spasm and she knows that any moment now she's going to take a breath and fill her lungs with water; white spots dance under her closed eyelids and suddenly the rush of water passes and it's gone.

Serendipitous.

She seizes in a huge gasp of air, her whole body heaving under the armor.]
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[personal profile] psychic_hotline 2012-08-31 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.

[It sounds less 'okay' and more 'I've brushed death harder than this'.]

You?

[She reaches out with her free hand and the jumpline she mentioned kinda-having extends, snaking around the curve of the tunnel, and somewhere up above there's the sound of breaking glass as it anchors in.]
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[personal profile] psychic_hotline 2012-08-31 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Nobody would judge you for it.

[And nine times out of ten she would flip out and try to resist the Witchblade doing anything without her explicit urging to do so, but when it retracts from the walls and starts to winch them up she's so sore and light-headed that she just kind of lets it happen and hopes Dick'll assume she's the driving force behind it.]
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[personal profile] psychic_hotline 2012-08-31 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Their second trip along the tunnel takes less than a minute; there's a seam where glass ends and stone begins, and it's flat and solid and perfect. Sara keeps shivering as the cold armor starts to retract, partly because she's soaked with freezing water and partly because the damn thing on her arm can't save her life without half her clothes being forfeit. She's going to have to ask the Admiral to treat the contents of her closet like the contents of her bathroom cabinet and replenish it once a month.

She opens her eyes for a moment, just long enough to establish that they're on the first floor, then shuts then again and just concentrates on breathing and maybe at some point she'll actually get up.]
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[personal profile] psychic_hotline 2012-08-31 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks.

[She slips it over her aching shoulders and offers a grateful smile.]

Do you think we can survive the last push to your cabin?

[They're maybe fifteen paces away but God knows a lot can happen in that distance.]
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[personal profile] psychic_hotline 2012-08-31 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[She grabs his arm and doesn't force him to brace himself, but she's definitely using him to steady herself when she gets to her feet.

The first few steps are safe, and the few after that, and it looks like this final jaunt will actually be straightforward. Small favors.]
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[personal profile] psychic_hotline 2012-08-31 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Best idea I've heard in months. [She waggles her eyebrows at him.] Want me to wash your back?

[Yeah, near-death experiences make her flirty, who knew.]
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[personal profile] psychic_hotline 2012-08-31 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd be a pretty bad house guest if I said no, wouldn't I?
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[personal profile] psychic_hotline 2012-08-31 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[She laughs and shrugs.]

Oh, well, that changes things. I was just trying to cut down the time I had to spend dripping onto your floor. [Mostly.] Which way?
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[personal profile] psychic_hotline 2012-08-31 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks, Dick. [And now she's just going to gracelessly splash her way over to one of the many bathrooms you have, you lavish bastard. BRB.]
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[personal profile] psychic_hotline 2012-08-31 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sara takes a while longer in the bathroom because, well, that's what waist-length hair does to a girl. Finally once she's rubbed it down from 'soaking' to 'manageable', she dresses and heads out to find him, the soles of her damp bare feet sticking a little on the polished hardwood.

And yeah. The couch is looking amazing right now.]


So was this apartment bought for you? Because I imagined something less... [lair-ish.] ....sterile.

[Even if the assorted clutter makes it look a lot less like that than it could.]
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[personal profile] psychic_hotline 2012-09-01 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[She sits down next to him, arranging herself carefully; the shower helped but everything still feels a little strained.

And really, what can she even say to that. Must be nice having spare penthouses just lying around.]


Surprisingly, I'll have to take your word for it.

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