The Second Flight - [Action]

[schwayginnis]

[It was a normal day, everything seemed right in the world as Terry McGinnis woke up in House 46. He went about his morning routine: grabbing a quick shower, brushing out spiked mass of cropped short hair, pouring a bowl of whatever cereal he could find in the pantry, and then getting dressed in his street clothes that were strewn about the room,

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[touchofrogue]

[This village is a strange, strange place. Rogue is out of her strangely uncomfortable house, walking around and gawking, so far unaffected. She's had some prep by grabbing a long-term resident's memories but nothing prepared her for--]

What the heck?

[Did someone just scramble over the edge of the next house? Such suspicious activity must be investigated.]

[schwayginnis]

[Damn, hands almost slipped that time. Terry quickly pulled himself up over onto the rooftop of the house, his shoes finding footing on the wall easily enough. He rolled onto the roof and sat panting, a grin on his face. It was a rush, always was and always would be. He leaned back against a vent duct as he looked out towards the rooftop horizon.

Treetops...it had been a while since he had seen those in anything other than archive vids. Despite this village's small size, it had a nice flow to it. Even more so, a lot less cops. He let his head lean back against the aluminum and felt his eyes drift closed. It was a sweet little town.]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue approaches the house and stares up at the roof, pondering her next move.

Well, she was trained by Wolverine and she probably could scramble up there... but whoever it was would know she was coming long before she got up there. So why bother? She drawls out some sarcasm instead.]

Most people take their naps inside their houses. That is your house, right?

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[schwayginnis]

[Whowassat? He peered over the edge of the roof to the source of the southern drawl and smirked. An accent not too different from Toad's answered her:] An' what if it ain't? Who's gonna stop me, you?

[crytearsofjoy]

[All Winry knows when she awakes from her nap is that there's some hooligan on her roof. Enraged that someone has the nerve to run around ruining her shingles she walks outside in a robe to tell the trouble maker to get off her lawn house. Beware, Terry. There's a twenty-one year old pregnant lady mad at you.]

Whoever is up there better get down right. Now.

[schwayginnis]

[Geez, it's like people never used their roofs for running before. Shrugging to the heavens, he leaped down from the building, letting his body roll forward to disperse the energy of the fall. Rising to his feet, the full symbol on the back of his hooded-shirt was flaunted to Winry before he turned about face.]
Sorry, lady. There, happy?

[crytearsofjoy]

[Winry's eyes narrow at the symbol. It's familiar, but to her it's been a long while - a few years actually - since she's seen it. Perhaps she'll figure out why it pings her interest later.]

I would have been happier asleep. Do you have something against other people's property? [Okay, so she didn't own the house, but he disturbed her peace nonetheless.]

[schwayginnis]

[Terry glanced up at the rooftop and noticed the unsettled shingles. As an answer to her question, he gave a sheepish grin.] Not really, ma'am. Roofs are just how I get 'bout town, y'know?

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[oldmanbatman]

[Sup, Terry. Have an old man walking with a cane walk by your room and just give you a look like you're an idiot.]

What's your problem, McGinnis?

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[schwayginnis]

[Terry jumped backward with a start, hand clutching his chest in surprise.] Geez, old man! Whattaya tryin' to do, give me a heart attack?!

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[oldmanbatman]

...If that's your idea of a joke, it's not a good one. You should've been able to hear me coming from fifty yards away.

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[schwayginnis]

Look, I don't know who you are, but I really don't think Bruce...or Clark...or Diana, would like you here.