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isleofavalon2021-05-14 06:49 pm
ichoosefight) wrote in isleofavalon2021-05-14 06:49 pm
Once a Bat, always a Night Person [Open]
🧙 WHO: Stephanie Brown and YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: Settling in
🕒 WHEN: Around arrival: after midnight, 6am and afternoon
🗺️ WHERE: Around town, the breakfast buffet and outside a cafe
⚠️ WARNINGS: None
1. Old Habits
Steph has been staying up all night since she was 15 years old. That's 4 years of getting most of her exercise well after dark, and 1 year of night shift that may well have been more work than being a vigilante. Her arrival had been hectic and tiring, but she just couldn't force herself to go to bed at what society generally considered a 'normal hour'.
Instead she wanders the town after dark, taking a meandering route and keeping an eye on the rooftops, just out of habit. She has some of her weapons, but she has no intention of taking up the cowl again here. It's fricken Camelot, how much crime can there really be?
She barely notices anybody that might be on the streets. She has a lot on her mind, and not just deciding whether or not she's dreaming all of this.
She makes it across almost every inch of town before the sun rises.
2. Continental Breakfast
She happens upon the hotel's breakfast entirely by accident, and while she's actually on her way to bed she can't say no to free food. For a few days she's there every morning at 6am, hoarding muffins and keeping a half-full cup of coffee as close to her face as she can without looking too weird. She doesn't drink it, she just likes to keep it close. She's missed this smell. Given, it's probably not very good coffee, but it's a hell of a lot more coffee-like than what she's been drinking for the last few months.
Every now and then she takes a deep whiff of the untouched coffee and quietly sighs in satisfaction.
3. Magic was easier in books
Steph sits at a table outside a cafe, a truly gigantic mug and an assortment of coffee-condiments in front of her. The mug is full to the brim with latte, but it's already her second cup. Four packets of sugar and three wooden stir-sticks are pushed to the outside of the group, glowing brightly enough to be noticeable in the middle of the day.
She was trying to make them invisible. She hasn't had any success. Maybe she should try reverse psychology, she thinks. If she tries to make the sugar packet in front of her glow, maybe it will vanish instead.
She's been at it long enough that she's scowling as she focuses on the packet, making fists with both hands and splaying her fingers at the thing every time she makes an attempt.
"Glow," she mutters under her breath. "Glow! W...olg? Wolg. Lumos!" Unconsciously raising her volume, she makes a noise of frustration and tries one more time.
That final attempt has some effect at least. A dozen needles made of light pin the packet in place, stuck at all angles as if they had circled it when she wasn't looking. For a moment she just stares at it.
"...What?"
[ooc | brackets also accepted! ]
⚔️️ WHAT: Settling in
🕒 WHEN: Around arrival: after midnight, 6am and afternoon
🗺️ WHERE: Around town, the breakfast buffet and outside a cafe
⚠️ WARNINGS: None
1. Old Habits
Steph has been staying up all night since she was 15 years old. That's 4 years of getting most of her exercise well after dark, and 1 year of night shift that may well have been more work than being a vigilante. Her arrival had been hectic and tiring, but she just couldn't force herself to go to bed at what society generally considered a 'normal hour'.
Instead she wanders the town after dark, taking a meandering route and keeping an eye on the rooftops, just out of habit. She has some of her weapons, but she has no intention of taking up the cowl again here. It's fricken Camelot, how much crime can there really be?
She barely notices anybody that might be on the streets. She has a lot on her mind, and not just deciding whether or not she's dreaming all of this.
She makes it across almost every inch of town before the sun rises.
2. Continental Breakfast
She happens upon the hotel's breakfast entirely by accident, and while she's actually on her way to bed she can't say no to free food. For a few days she's there every morning at 6am, hoarding muffins and keeping a half-full cup of coffee as close to her face as she can without looking too weird. She doesn't drink it, she just likes to keep it close. She's missed this smell. Given, it's probably not very good coffee, but it's a hell of a lot more coffee-like than what she's been drinking for the last few months.
Every now and then she takes a deep whiff of the untouched coffee and quietly sighs in satisfaction.
3. Magic was easier in books
Steph sits at a table outside a cafe, a truly gigantic mug and an assortment of coffee-condiments in front of her. The mug is full to the brim with latte, but it's already her second cup. Four packets of sugar and three wooden stir-sticks are pushed to the outside of the group, glowing brightly enough to be noticeable in the middle of the day.
She was trying to make them invisible. She hasn't had any success. Maybe she should try reverse psychology, she thinks. If she tries to make the sugar packet in front of her glow, maybe it will vanish instead.
She's been at it long enough that she's scowling as she focuses on the packet, making fists with both hands and splaying her fingers at the thing every time she makes an attempt.
"Glow," she mutters under her breath. "Glow! W...olg? Wolg. Lumos!" Unconsciously raising her volume, she makes a noise of frustration and tries one more time.
That final attempt has some effect at least. A dozen needles made of light pin the packet in place, stuck at all angles as if they had circled it when she wasn't looking. For a moment she just stares at it.
"...What?"
[ooc | brackets also accepted! ]
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She finds herself looking for a way up. If there are masks around, she wants to know who they are and what they're up to. There aren't any fire escapes, but there are some trees, and more vines than are probably safe for the buildings.
She scrambles up easily enough, putting her on top of a clothing store at an angle to realize that this mask is... short. And definitely weirdly shaped. Is that... a bill?
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"Who goes there?!" He calls out as he poses on the edge of the roof facing the clothing store in question, spreading out his cape dramatically. "Any dastardly deviants of the darkness better think again! For I am the terror that flaps in the night. I am the table leg that is ready for evil to stub its toe upon. I am Darkwing Duck!"
He manages to focus his light magic to illuminate himself himself too, for dramatic effect!
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"Nope," she finally declares, and climbs back down the way she came. "Not happening. I'm hallucinating. None of this is real. Maybe if I dunk my head in ice water I'll wake up."
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"Sorry, stranger, but this is reality! The only thing you can wake up from now is a life of crime... wait, where are you going?"
The light around him dies out as he notices her climbing back down. "I'm not done yet!"
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"My life is not a cartoon! There is not a cheeseball duck Batman, I don't have magic powers and animals do not talk."
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"Duck - Batman? I know I may appear to be a fearsome creature of the night, but I assure you, I am just one daring duck! My familiar might be a bat, but I'm pretty sure you haven't met! ...Also I am not a cheeseball!" It probably took him too long to object to that part.
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"And why am I arguing with a hallucination?" She runs a hand over her face, tired and frustrated. It's been a long ass day.
"And of all things, why on earth would I hallucinate Batman as a duck?"
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"That was rude and uncalled for! Y-you're just trying to hide how frightened you felt, that must be it!" He insists as his webbed feet pace behind her. "Also, completely real and still not a batman! It's Darkwing Duck. Darkwing Duck - do I have to my speech all over again?"
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"I'm afraid I've lost my mind," she snaps. "I can only take so much impossible crap in a 24-hour period, okay? I've got the talking bat," she starts counting on her fingers, "sparkles shooting out of my fingertips, Camelot, my guinea pig in a magic dresser, 'Catman', a psychic gorilla trying to kill me and hooking up with my ex over less than two days. I can cope with duck people, or vigilantes that wear fedoras and talk like movie trailers. Not both."
She huffs. That actually made her feel a bit better.
"How does that thing even stay on your head?"
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"Okay, so. Sounds like you've been through a lot! You're new here then, huh? I just got here a month ago myself. But if those enemies are still plaguing you, then you need only call out to the darkness, and I will be there to take on threats of any size!" He sounds determined, at least, even if it may be a different story when it comes to actually taking on intimidating foes.
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She groans under her breath and runs a hand down her face. He really is very lame. If she was in a better state of mind it might be funny.
"The gorilla is dealt with. And if Tim needs punching, I want to be the one who does it." Not the 'enemy' he was probably talking about, but she is questioning some of her life choices.
"Is there even any crime to fight here? It's a tiny city of hippies and refugees with magic powers. I find it hard to believe that there are muggings and murders every night." Her tone is softer now, but she's still pretty skeptical of the whole... Darkwing Duck thing.
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He almost seems disappointed to find out that the gorilla's already been taking care of. He was kinda looking forward to taking on some kind of supervillain!
"I admit, this place isn't exactly a hotbed of crime." His patrols haven't yielded much in the way of actual crimes to bust, but he remains undeterred. "But there is always danger to be found in the darkness! Where there is good, there will be evil. There have already been a few incidents since I showed up last month! First, an evil plant wreaked havoc with its vines and unleashed diabolical dopplegangers unto the city! And more recently, a malicious minotaur menaced this metropolis. This place needs all the help it can get!"
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"Aaaand have any of those things happened at night?"
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"Well, you do you, I guess. Pro-tip though: When you monologue on patrol, you give away your position."
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She's about to ask him if he has any smoke bombs here, and therefor a valid excuse, when she remembers the light that shone when he gave his speech earlier. She's used enough flashlights in the dark to know that's not what he used.
"Hey, how did you do that thing before, with the light?"
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He demonstrates by making a light appear ahead of them.
"Feel enlightened now?"
Just some light humor.
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"Not really, no. I tried to use magic and it did the opposite of what I was going for."
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"Wow, that - that doesn't sound good. What exactly went wrong?"
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She shrugs.
"I dunno. I was trying to make the thing invisible and it started glowing like a freaking lightbulb."
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"I see. It sounds like we wield the same type of magic! Don't get yourself down over that. You should keep on trying! Invisibility seems to be a particularly difficult part of light magic to master. If you want to know a secret? Not even I have succeeded at it yet!" he says with a conspiratorial wink!
But then after a pause, he adds, "Of course I don't need it when I blend perfectly into the shadows of the night, but still! Keep, keep trying your best and all."