Dick Grayson (
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:]
[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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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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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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His voice was strained and quiet once he'd gotten his breathing even enough, and he glanced up at Sara.]
You okay?
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[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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[There's some humor forced in there, even though he still feels lightheaded and exhausted. He glances up to see what the Witchblade's doing, still breathing slowly and evenly.]
Serves me right. I think I need to just give in and carry the full utility belt with me.
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[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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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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But there was nothing, and after a good minute or so though, he pushes himself up and, seeing Sara's predicament and the fact that she's shivering pretty badly, he quickly shrugs off his jacket - it's wet, but it's better than nothing - inching closer and handing it over]
Here.
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[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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[He carefully stands up and offers her a hand up as well, still feeling maybe a little shaky, but doable. Dry clothes and relative safety are within reach, they can manage.]
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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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I don't know about you, but I think I could do with a shower and some dry clothes.
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[Yeah, near-death experiences make her flirty, who knew.]
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Do I get to return the favor?
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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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He wanders out again a while later, toweling off his hair and looking around for Sara, but really also just heading right for the couch because taking it easy sort of sounds awesome right about now.]
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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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It's actually a safe house we use if we're too tired or injured to make it back to the cave. I've upgraded it a little since I've been here, but for the most part it's not really a space that was intended for full time living.
... Which sounds a little ridiculous because it's a really nice place, but. It's handy to have around.
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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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