Or, it would have been a good afternoon if Max hadn't felt that walking to the grocery store was probably not a good idea around now and was instead crouched up on a rooftop in full Batwoman suit. Which was hot even in this weather due to the sun.
She wasn't too used to being out during the day, but it did happen sometimes and she wanted to be available as often as possible here. Still. Not the best day she'd had.
Oh, I don't think I've properly spazzed at your EXCELLENT taste in playing Max. /does solowkeyinaminorNovember 18 2011, 05:27:48 UTC
Loki was far from being on the same level as Cassandra, or, say, Tim, but being the central figure in the bloody yet popular pastime of Loki-football had given him some skill when it came to spotting skulking figures.
He thought he recognized the figure as something familiar, a figure from one of the network posts...he wasn't sure, but it was worth investigating, if only because then he'd know. Not knowing things was one of his least favorite things.
He considered his options. The streets seemed empty enough and he knew how to run. And so it was that Loki Laufeyson cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted, "Hello, skulking rooftop lurker!"
:D thanks! I adore her. futurebatwomanNovember 18 2011, 06:24:17 UTC
Max blinked and looked down. Huh. That was... not the usual way people greeted her. She'd heard everything from "It's Batwoman, thank god!" to "It's Batwoman, run!" to "It's Batwoman, open fire!" and all the many variations inbetween, but this was admittedly pretty new. And new things were always interesting.
She stood up and tipped off the side of the building, opening her wings just enough to glide down to the street in front of him.
"You called?" she asked, assessing the - well, he wasn't much more than a kid - in front of her. "Though I have to say that's neither my name or any of the more colorful variations I've heard so far."
"I thought it would serve to get your attention." And he thought for a moment, and then...yes. He brightened, remembering. "You posted to the network recently, did you not? About the angry mob forming and offering your assistance."
"Well, you were right about that," she said with a grin. "Attention duly gotten." And - well, that was kind of schway, that he remembered her from that. "I did, yeah. Batwoman at your assistance. Did you need something?"
With apologies and much love for the late, I had a family trip.lowkeyinaminorNovember 22 2011, 21:54:15 UTC
And here came the tricky part, in which Loki attempted to do his best to justify why he called forth a mysterious skulking rooftop figure without outright saying his intentions, which was that, yes, he was attempting to poll the entire import population about their opinions on the angry mob forming right outside of their metaphorical castle walls.
"My apologies if you were doing something awfully important, but I was just...I had spent some time observing that angry protest...you know, the one which seems to loathe individuals such as you and I? I guess I was curious as to your thoughts on it." He paused, and then amended that with a mildly sheepish, "After all, if you are to protest us surely you have some thoughts on the matter."
no problem! I hope you had a great trip. :)futurebatwomanNovember 23 2011, 04:30:48 UTC
"Nope, nothing terribly important," Max said with a grin. "If it was either you wouldn't have seen me or I would have been punching people. Those are the general markers, at least."
Ah. That topic. She scowled, her fists clenching as she forced herself not to touch her stomach. "They're cowards letting fear rule them," she said fiercely, angry. "Mob rule is the bigots' way of absolving their guilt and excusing them from having to think for themselves."
...it ended just in time, thankfully.lowkeyinaminorNovember 23 2011, 05:36:22 UTC
She didn't seem happy which...was to be expected, really. Few people would be thrilled with a turn of events which entailed an angry mob and imminent testing of one's immortality or the lack thereof.
"I suppose, though from what I heard they have some good reasons to be fearful. But..." There was a pause. It lingered. Before it overstayed its welcome, he continued with a slight shrug. "I suspect you have already heard about those Capekillers."
ah, that kind. sorry.futurebatwomanNovember 23 2011, 06:29:03 UTC
"A few good reasons, yeah," she admitted. "But that doesn't justify mobs and riots. Peaceful protest, sure. But they aren't peaceful. And I think they're only going to get worse about it, based on their current attitudes."
She paused and frowned. While she'd seen a few references to them on the network, they'd all seemed very past tense and she hadn't inquired. "No," she said slowly. "No, I haven't, or at least not much. What about them?"
Well, it started pleasant and would've turned ugly if it were one more day. So average, I guess.lowkeyinaminorNovember 23 2011, 08:00:51 UTC
"Well, they..."
And here he paused. It was one thing to have a brief conversation here. That was perfectly fine. Sensible, even. But it was another to have a prolonged conversation with a woman in a batsuit, one which marked her as a clear import, while mortals were running about: his possible actions would be limited if he was (horror of horrors) recognized by the angry mob. "It's a bit of a story. Perhaps I should tell this somewhere a bit more private...?"
"Roofs!" came the instant response, a smile on his face, and for a moment Loki felt, bizarrely, nostalgic. He suspected, however, that the angry mob here wouldn't be deterred by a long climb and safely wouldn't be a matter of occupying the tallest building. (Though upon thinking about it, occupying the Space Needle did have a certain charm to it.) "Unless you have a strong preference for an alley, of course. But I always felt more comfortable higher up."
"Roofs it is," she said with a grin. "If you don't mind?" She spread her wings and held out a hand to him. Hopefully he wouldn't mind flight. Some people did, and the ensuing air sickness was never pleasant.
Except for that one time someone had puked on the villain she was rescuing them from. That had been gold. "So what's your name?"
Loki took her hand, though he gave the wings a dubious glance: they didn't seem substantial like the other ways people he knew flew about. "Loki." Amended it with a, "...not the one who has been causing mischief elsewhere, if you have heard of him."
She kicked in her jets and flew them to the top of the nearest tall building, setting him down gently before landing herself and tucking her wings away.
"Two of you here, huh?" she says, thoughtful. "Interesting. So now, what were you going to tell me about these... Capekillers? Not a very trust-inspiring title, really."
Before Loki answered her question he looked for the nearest appropriately chair-like object: a lost crate, pipes, the ground perhaps, and idly dusted it off before he sat down.
"I don't know much. Yet, at least." Once they resolved this crisis he had the intent of hunting down more answers, but that was the future and this was now. "From what I understand they were once the...wherever you came from had heroes, yes? Brave warriors who went about solving problems and fighting crime and things of that sort?"
Or, it would have been a good afternoon if Max hadn't felt that walking to the grocery store was probably not a good idea around now and was instead crouched up on a rooftop in full Batwoman suit. Which was hot even in this weather due to the sun.
She wasn't too used to being out during the day, but it did happen sometimes and she wanted to be available as often as possible here. Still. Not the best day she'd had.
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He thought he recognized the figure as something familiar, a figure from one of the network posts...he wasn't sure, but it was worth investigating, if only because then he'd know. Not knowing things was one of his least favorite things.
He considered his options. The streets seemed empty enough and he knew how to run. And so it was that Loki Laufeyson cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted, "Hello, skulking rooftop lurker!"
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She stood up and tipped off the side of the building, opening her wings just enough to glide down to the street in front of him.
"You called?" she asked, assessing the - well, he wasn't much more than a kid - in front of her. "Though I have to say that's neither my name or any of the more colorful variations I've heard so far."
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"My apologies if you were doing something awfully important, but I was just...I had spent some time observing that angry protest...you know, the one which seems to loathe individuals such as you and I? I guess I was curious as to your thoughts on it." He paused, and then amended that with a mildly sheepish, "After all, if you are to protest us surely you have some thoughts on the matter."
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Ah. That topic. She scowled, her fists clenching as she forced herself not to touch her stomach. "They're cowards letting fear rule them," she said fiercely, angry. "Mob rule is the bigots' way of absolving their guilt and excusing them from having to think for themselves."
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"I suppose, though from what I heard they have some good reasons to be fearful. But..." There was a pause. It lingered. Before it overstayed its welcome, he continued with a slight shrug. "I suspect you have already heard about those Capekillers."
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She paused and frowned. While she'd seen a few references to them on the network, they'd all seemed very past tense and she hadn't inquired. "No," she said slowly. "No, I haven't, or at least not much. What about them?"
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And here he paused. It was one thing to have a brief conversation here. That was perfectly fine. Sensible, even. But it was another to have a prolonged conversation with a woman in a batsuit, one which marked her as a clear import, while mortals were running about: his possible actions would be limited if he was (horror of horrors) recognized by the angry mob. "It's a bit of a story. Perhaps I should tell this somewhere a bit more private...?"
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"Bit more private would be excellent," she agreed. "Out of my natural habitats, do you prefer roofs or alleys?"
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Except for that one time someone had puked on the villain she was rescuing them from. That had been gold. "So what's your name?"
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"Two of you here, huh?" she says, thoughtful. "Interesting. So now, what were you going to tell me about these... Capekillers? Not a very trust-inspiring title, really."
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Before Loki answered her question he looked for the nearest appropriately chair-like object: a lost crate, pipes, the ground perhaps, and idly dusted it off before he sat down.
"I don't know much. Yet, at least." Once they resolved this crisis he had the intent of hunting down more answers, but that was the future and this was now. "From what I understand they were once the...wherever you came from had heroes, yes? Brave warriors who went about solving problems and fighting crime and things of that sort?"
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