♔ Rivelata Logs

I feel lost in myself // there's an alien in me

2010-10-14T15:29:18Z

WHO: Seccom and Iggy.
WHAT: Trying to help a newcomer orient himself. Also, Iggy's kind of curious about this whole "alien" thing.
WHERE: Marketplace, near the fountain.
WHEN: Shortly after Seccom's arrival.

Iggy really wasn't entirely sure why he had helped out - maybe he remembered how confusing it was to be thrown somewhere unfamiliar, especially if you didn't know anyone. Or maybe he was just bored - there had been an odd stretch of calm recently, which was uncommon for Rivelata.

Whatever the case, Iggy had reached out, and now he was responsible for it. Not that it was...a problem, really. All he had to do was head to the Marketplace, get this newcomer to the Inn - maybe show him the bar on the way, see if Bridget was in to ask her about giving him a job.

So he took to the skies without really thinking twice, making his way towards the Marketplace without hesitation. And as always, as the townspeople noticed him coming, they unconsciously cleared a landing space for him near the fountain - which was where he usually touched down. So he had no trouble making his landing, flapping his large wings a few times as he neared the ground to slow his descent.

He thought the new guy would figure it out eventually. He was the only kid with wings around, as far as he knew - unless you counted Nill, but she was a) a girl, and b) had really small wings. Probably couldn't be too hard.

Meet me at the graveyard when the clock strikes

2010-09-30T10:06:02Z

WHO: Grell Sutcliff {chainsaw_juliet } & Sylar {crazy4pwr }
WHAT: Lately things have been oh so quiet, and the Reaper wants to know why.
WHERE: The Graveyard
WHEN: Late evening burgeoning into midnight

*~*~*

He didn't like all this silence and he certainly did not believe that handsome, cunning man to have turned over a new leaf. No, Grell Sutcliff would never believe in such things as 'conversions' for humans were fickle creatures who were innately selfish, cruel beings. They only learned of kindness and love later on, and their success depended on how well they used these qualities to mask themselves.

The Red Reaper opened a window and leapt out onto the neighbouring rooftop. For a few moments he stood still, surveying the slumbering city and trying to decide where he would seek out the elusive killer.

The Graveyard, he decided, for that was where he promised Sylar he could always go if he needed him. The evening fog waltzing amongst the gravestones seemed quite cliched to the Reaper, but he was glad for its blanket of cover- this was the perfect curtain to shield their meeting from prying eyes.

"Is my vengeful Archangel here tonight~?" Grell called softly into the darkness, giggling soon after.

rivelatalogs @ 2010-09-29T10:43:00

2010-09-29T14:43:32Z

WHO: Jan Valentine and anyone else!
WHAT: The fearsome, cruel, inhumanly sadistic vampire... REOPENS A RAMEN SHOP cue the music from Psycho
WHERE: Junkhouse Ramen!
WHEN: Today!

[Kitchen's stocked, tables are cleaned and set up, Jan even went to the hassle of putting up some signs and stuff to make it look like a real restaurant. ...Honestly, Marcus had done most of that part. Jan, it turned out, had no sense for the aesthetic, and if it'd been just him working on it, he was willing to bet the place would have been a shack that handed out noodles. But it wasn't! It actually looks kind of good, he has to admit. And now he's even got two for the wait staff and a table busser. He's feeling a little pleased with all this, and sits in his usual lazy sprawl just outside the door. Grand reopening. Awww yeah.]

[[ooc: anyone's welcome! :D Start your own threads, join someone else's, whatever you want. Quicklog, prose, whatever you want on that front, too!]

Learnin' to Fly [[OPEN! :D]]

2010-09-22T22:13:16Z

WHO: Toothless and Hiccup
WHAT: Flying! And possibly stealing fish because Toothless likes those a lot.
WHERE: THE SKY. And possibly the ground.
WHEN: Uh... midday?

Hiccup had presented a new saddle at Toothless again, and this time the dragon had actually stood still and let him put it on instead of running around like a ninny. The Viking was tightening the last few straps and making a few last adjustments, or so Toothless assumed. The dragon waited, not entirely patiently, letting Hiccup do his thing, until he was ready to actually fly.

Take your time, Hiccup. Toothless is just going to kind of shift his feet around impatiently.

how much pain has cracked your soul? how much love could make you whole? [closed]

2010-09-16T03:36:40Z

WHO: Seras Victoria [dawnsbullet], Pip Bernadotte [french_braid]
WHAT: CONFRONTATIONS?
WHERE: Their house.
WHEN: Evening.

She creeps quietly through the house starting from the top floor where her room is and slowly making her way through the hall, past all the rooms in the house. She thinks she can hear him downstairs in the living room -- No, idiot, it's the back porch, she tells herself. But there's a nagging feeling in the back of her head that tells her she has to be sure.

Because how does she explain the shadows that have taken up the empty space where her arm had been, months ago? They're real, she knows that, but she can't feel him like she could before. And if the Captain was here, on this island, why was it coming back, the last of her 'abilities'?

So even if Seras could hear the faint, distant sounds of someone outside on the back porch(so quiet shes not sure she's imagining it or not because why is he outside?), she's still peering into each room she passes. She sneaks down the stairs, along the downstairs hallway while observing each room she passes until she comes to the living room.

Still tip-toeing(so the floors don't creak, like that's really going to matter because Pip's hearing isn't as good as hers), she makes her way to the back door and looks out onto the porch. Her eyes fall on her Captain, smoking, and she lets out a long sigh of relief. "You're beginning to lose it, Seras..." She mumbles to herself.

But then she has to question how?

There's a shark in the pool and a witch in the tree [OPEN!]

2010-09-11T19:10:29Z

WHO: Kasa and OPEN!
WHAT: Just a regular night at the bar
WHEN: Tonight
WHERE: Bar Hades, of course

Although she was now the owner of Bar Hades and didn't really have to do more than simply be present while it was open, she still enjoyed taking an active part in her establishment. After all, Bar Hades was well enough known that there were always people about.

Tonight was no different. The bar was full, and Kasa and her employees had to stay on her feet to keep up with orders. Kasa didn't mind, though. She enjoyed staying active, and besides, the people in Rivelata were all so interesting.

[ooc: I've written the beginning as a log, but you're welcome to respond in quicklog form. And even if your character works in Bar Hades, you're not required to respond if you're busy, I'll just assume you're about.]

I've watched you fly on paper wings halfway around the world [closed // quicklog]

2010-09-04T03:46:10Z

WHO: Nill [wingsnotwords] & Alma [doyuulikeme]
WHAT: Re:Cutting Nill open that one time.
WHERE: Library!
WHEN: Midday.

[ It was easy to pass the time in the Library, she finds. There are so many books(so many she doesn't understand), that she never really knows where to start -- but somehow finds a place, anyways.

A couple book already held to her chest, she's kneeling down to read the spines of the books on the lowest shelf. She stands again, her eyes scanning over the books at eye level as she walks around ot the next aisle.]

rivelatalogs @ 2010-09-03T14:40:00

2010-09-03T19:40:03Z

WHO: Hiccup hiccuphaddock and Toothless hasnoteefs
WHAT: Hiccup (re-)reuniting with Toothless.
WHERE: Da beach.
WHEN: After Toothless's comm post.

It was hard to jog on sand, and doubly hard to do so with a leg that was half crudely crafted metal, but Hiccup was doing pretty good at it. "Toothless!" he shouted, cupping one hand around his mouth, trying to make it project -- but the water and trees kept swallowing the sound. He'd seen on the recording that his dragon was on a beach.

I mean, come on. Surely there could only be so much beach on Rivelata, right? ... Right?

"Toothless!"

i saw the sun again / and i was happy to be there with my one true friend / until the very end

2010-09-01T08:07:38Z

WHO: Nill [wingsnotwords] & Chibiusa [sugarpinkbby]. [Other people Nill lives with are free to harass.]
WHAT: Girl time! & Talking about odd dreams Nill has started having?
WHERE: Nills home? :O
WHEN: Sometime this evening.

Somehow, the kitchen had wound up a mess of flour, sugar, a couple utensils covered in dough, and the occasional stray chocolate chip. And despite the hard-working effort, there was yet to be a cookie that hadn’t turned out flat, or the shape they’d tried to make turned out warped, or they were too big or too small -- not a single one had turned out as planned, much to Nills’ dismay.

There’s no window to see in through the door of the oven, so Nill hovers around it more and more as it gets closer to the end of the ten minutes they are supposed to cook for. But she takes that time to tidy up the counter a little, putting the utensils in a half-full sink because if Iggy were to realize the mess they had the counter in, he probably wouldn’t be too happy. They’d already kicked him out of his kitchen, now they’d made a mess of it and Nill was going to have to be sure everything went back in the exact proper spot(because Iggy had memorized where everything was).

The book Chibiusa gave her almost a year ago is flipped open on the counter, as well, with various scribbles and messily-written sentences and simple answers to voiced questions.

who can it be, knocking at my door? make no sound, tip-toe across the floor

2010-08-31T02:51:46Z

WHO: Joshua & Carrie!
WHAT: who are you and why are you in my house D:
WHERE: The Bathouse!
WHEN: backdated to the morning after the age shenanigans.

The first thing she'd noticed when she woke up was that things were out of place. A little strange, and possibly a little worrisome, but not entirely incomprehensible. Hiccup or Chibiusa might have wandered in looking for something. Worrisome because they might have found a certain yellow cape hidden away in the closet, but at least a possible solution.

She'd spent the first ten minutes of her morning putting things back in their places and making sure nothing had been added or was missing. The next ten minutes had been spent going over the journals and wondering what exactly had happened. There were a whole lot of entries in here she'd missed -- and she typically checked the journal at least once a day. Feeling more than a little bemused, she'd finally left her room to go and dig up breakfast. Maybe Hiccup or Chibiusa could fill her in on what she was... apparently missing.

[OPEN] So I'm listening for the weather

2010-08-28T17:11:58Z

WHO: Joshua (fallingjunkyard) and anyone else who wants to say 'sup. Or be harassed by Joshua.
WHAT: A new guy getting better acquainted with Rivelata and its residents.
WHERE: Anywhere in Rivelata that isn't the jungle or someone's room! Unless you happen to be one of the people he lives with.
WHEN: Any day after his arrival 8D;;

Joshua's first day on Rivelata had mostly comprised of (quickly) coming to terms he was on another world and bothering Carrie, the very person who offered him a place to stay. But he'd pared back his habitual teasing and mind probing just a little with her; what's a some expenses paid holiday if he didn't have accomodation? But now that he'd established a place he could return to and a point of reference as he mentally mapped out the area, Joshua could really set out and explore Rivelata.

And perhaps have a little fun with its residents while he was at it.

[ooc: Separate threads can be treated as different days!]

When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now [open]

2010-08-24T17:35:03Z

WHO: Xerxes Break (hattersghost) and Oz Vessalius (rabbitcontract)
WHAT: Picking up a decrepit old man.
WHERE: The docks.
WHEN: Backdated to his arrival, late mun is late. D:

He thought he felt exhausted after the fight, but somehow, he found himself feeling worse. Generally, he was pretty good at recovering from these things - being a Contractor helped with that - but Xerxes Break found himself feeling every bit the decrepit old man that his years and experience made him.

But there was something missing among the blobs of color and shape that milled about on the docks - the feeling, the wretched, pulling, looming aura of the Abyss. He couldn't be sure the Mad Hatter was still with him here, where here was.

And Oz was here as well, which was a terrible dilemma. Oz without Alice and Gil, Oz without anyone else - no Basketvilles and no Abyss? It was strange, to say the least. And what was with his change in attitude?

What's the last thing you remember? he had asked. Could it be there had been a lapse in time between them? It wasn't an unfamiliar notion, to be sure, but that had been because of the Abyss, and there was no Abyss here. They would have to play it by ear, and Break was good at that.

He slipped himself into a little crate by a covered barrel and waited for the young Contractor to come find him.

is there anything, anything at all

2010-08-23T17:53:13Z

Who: Jack (dontjustdont) and Randall (darkhilarity)
What: Taking the new arrival for drinks.
Where: A local pub.
When: After this.

Jack shut the "magical" journal in his hands and reached for his coat. He hesitated as his hand touched the wool fabric, and he decided that he didn't need it. It was more of a compulsory action, if anything. He didn't actually need it, since the weather was too warm for a coat or anything of the sort. Instead, he rolled up his sleeves and ran a hand through his hair, in an attempt to make himself look somewhat presentable... though it really didn't take much.

Within a few minutes, Jack was on his way to said pub. That pub had been the perfect place to drown his sorrows, or give liquid solace, whichever you prefer. A trip back to his childhood didn't help with matters either. If anything, it rustled up old memories which he'd much rather keep buried. Needless to say, he'd been frequenting the place in the last week or so, and as soon as his new acquaintance said "drinks," Jack was all up for it. Then again, the guy was kind of cute too, which was a bonus.

He made his way through the doors and took his usual spot at the bar, waiting for the dark-haired man to get there.

Somehow I make you believe // When I speak, I cross my fingers // Will you know you've been deceived

2010-08-23T15:57:23Z

WHO: One age-bent, demon-fox Kurama and one very confused Kuwabara Kazuma.
WHAT: Hopefully, more explanations and less chaos.
WHERE: Paradise Blossoms
WHEN: Backlogged to just after this entry.

[He has no idea where he is or what's going on, which is hardly the ideal situation when one is dealing with a rather powerful demon.

One minute, he's happily asleep in his den after a long night of celebrating his latest successful heist, the next minute he's waking up in some sort of...flower shop(?) with an overly affectionate dragon and some human telling him they're friends, and that he has a human name, for some reason.]

Tch. Ridiculous.

[He wants answers. And he intends to get them, just after he finishes his exploration of this disgustingly human shop, and - are those Makai plants?

Interesting.]

your crypted crossword locks

2010-08-21T20:09:01Z

WHO: old!Kanda & old!Carrie
WHAT: meeting at the pizza place!!
WHERE: on the moon
WHEN: Shortly after this entry.

[It wasn't important, really. Not vitally. But Jack's return to his previous age, along with the seeming fact that all of this had been the doing of a god, had gotten Carrie thinking. She sits at one of the window tables, watching the slow scene outside and sipping a cup of water. She'd gotten a "yeah" from Kanda instead of confirmation that he'd show... but that seemed like enough. Enough to reassure her he'd be there, anyway.]

I can't control myself because I don't know how [open]

2010-08-18T15:50:00Z

WHO: Toto Sakagami (labyrinthknows) and anyone who wants to play with him.
WHAT: Young/agebent Sakagami is painting people red in the market alleyways to teach them how to appreciate fine art.
WHERE: Market District, around town.
WHEN: High noon on the day of this post.

Skipping rope with their intestines never lasted quite long enough. Organs were such fragile, squishy little things, not proper toys at all, even if getting them was amusing enough. Sakagami lived for such screams, for seeing them squirming as they poured out into the streets, dying it red, dying it all the prettiest color in the world. They deserved it! They had dared to say his painting was disgusting, dared to call him a monster - they were mean, all of them, and stupid, and couldn't appreciate a good time.

They didn't understand. He was only playing, after all! It was their fault they didn't have what it takes to play with him! Stupid, weak humans - they were toys, meant to be used and thrown away.

So he cut them, cut their legs, cut their arms, and watched them paint the town red for him as they screamed.

"Isn't this fun?" asked the Mockingbird chick. "Isn't it so pretty? Say it - say it's pretty! Say it's the most beautiful thing you've EVER seen!

What goes around, comes around

2010-08-18T05:51:17Z

Who: Jack (dontjustdont) and Sylar/Gabriel (crazy4pwr)
What: Jack needs help trying to fix his Vortex Manipulator.
Where: Gabriel's shop.
When: An hour after this.

Jack followed the map that Gabriel had drawn for him quite easily. It was pretty much spot-on. The man had said it was waterlogged? That didn't really seem to be the case. It seemed to be just fine... at least as fine as something around this place would be. It didn't look all that damaged, and if he was hearing correctly, the sound of clocks ticking was coming from just beyond the doors of his shop. Watchmaker, right.

He was taking one hell of a chance, asking a watchmaker to help fix his Vortex Manipulator. Jack really wondered what in the world he was thinking. It's not like it was a watch or anything that even functioned like one. There was little to no chance (more than likely none whatsoever) that there was anything on this island that would make it function again. Everything here was basic, simple... no real technology anywhere. It really concerned him a bit, since his little device was his only ticket out of here.

He knocked on the door softly, wondering if Gabriel was there yet.

it's a brave, new world [incomplete || in progress]

2010-08-17T06:52:48Z

WHO: Alma Karma & Kanda Yuu
WHAT: Alma confronts Kanda after the other calms down.
WHERE: Their house.
WHEN: A few days after this.

Alma had taken up smoking; it was a few years ago he did, actually. The workers on the docks had introduced him to the addiction and Alma had found it comforting. Something very few things seemed to do these days, excluding his routine watching of the sun setting in the evenings. Ten years had passed by him and yet the island was completely unchanged from when he was a child. How surreal. He supposed he could only take it in stride and let things take their course of action. There wasn't much he could do after all to return to his time.

One nice thing was he got to see Yuu again. Violently, but it was still nice.

Yet it was better that the other had left, Alma had come to realize this later on. This place wasn't for him, no matter how much he wished they could have just stayed here forever and forget the Order and its dark, overhanging clouds. Seeing Yuu this way only served to arise more questions for Alma: what had happened back in the Order? Did it have anything to do with his Innocence? Alma wondered if knowing the answers would even do him any good, aside from satiating his curiosity.

He sighed as he stood atop one of the many sand dunes that littered the beach, watching the sun set over the ocean. A cigarette hung between his lips as he turned his back to the bright and warm colors to head home. Once there he threw his cigarette butt into the small pail he had set out a few days ago and went inside.

"Hey, I'm back."

this rotten world's gonna chew you up, swallow you whole then spit you back out

2010-08-16T07:30:09Z

WHO: Joshua and Carrie
WHAT: greeting a new arrival!
WHERE: the docks
WHEN: not long after this entry.

Why did Carrie have the feeling that she was going to end up babysitting yet again? She hadn't signed up for this. Really, really hadn't. But even if the newest arrival didn't exactly strike her as babysitting age, that snarking. It'd been annoying enough through the few comments they'd exchanged on the journal, she found herself a little hesitant to meet him in person.

But, still, it was the right thing to do, right? Helping people, and all that. Rivelata didn't exactly have a lot of crime to be stopping, and it left her schedule pretty open for more mundane acts of assistance. And, unfortunately, that included helping out potentially annoying new arrivals.

She touched down from her rooftop highway at the edge of the docks, and with a muttered command, killed the motors in her skates and retracted the wheels. Even in civilian clothes, the shoes came in pretty useful. Made getting to the docks a lot faster, at least. She glanced around once, picked out the vaguely familiar features (those sketches provided by the book's magic were useful, if nothing else), and started toward the kid.

"Kiryu, right?" He'd told her 'Joshua', sure, but she had a certain fondness for less names. It kept things impersonal.

so dont sing me your songs about the good times, those days are gone and you should just let them go

2010-08-16T07:05:00Z

WHO: Fou [fairydeity], Yuu Kanda [kuro_hasu]
WHAT: Guuiillt, Fou tormenting him a little.
WHERE: Kanda's bedroom.
WHEN: Six days after he mauled her.

It didn’t take rocket science to figure out her injuries were to blame for the fact that she’d been sleeping for a good five or six days, now.

The toll on her body, Fou had noticed, was much greater, here. Staying awake after sustaining such injuries... well, that had been a task in itself. Normally, it was just an easy feat to return back to the walls and rest, rematerialize flesh where wounds were as she slept. Here, it wasn’t as simple as back ‘home.’ And it wasn’t as if Fou really knew what would happen.

By the time she’d been carried back to the house, she was in and out of sleep and by the time she was at the top of the stairs, Fou was out cold. The silence throughout the house only left her to sleep undisturbed, unwaking or unmoving for nearly a week. As the days went by, Fou slowly began to gain an almost subconcious awareness of the room she was in, as well as the sounds in the house, though she still slept.

What a brat... Fou’d thought to herself more than once.

Knowing Kanda was somewhere close, she mumbled a You damn kids.. Though her lips never moved and she never flinched at all. She was slowly getting some energy back, so why not use it to her advantage? It was better than the alternative.

rivelatalogs @ 2010-08-13T18:58:00

2010-08-13T22:58:10Z

WHO: young!Ashelia, open!
WHAT: After surviving a day or two on the streets, Ashelia is about to give up the ghost.
WHERE: Near the docks!
WHEN: Sunset

Princess Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca had never spent a night away from home. There had been overnight hunting trips, of course, but they were nothing but flights of fancy, and she had always had her guards with her. Times were strange, though. The kerfuffle back home had been more than enough to shake up the tedium of her life. This was a little too much.

The princess hid behind a box at the entrance to an alley. She had barely eaten, had barely drank anything, and things were starting to get a little fuzzy. She felt dirty, having only been able to jump into the sea to wash herself and had even resorted to stealing food from the market place.

There was nothing to do, though, but keep looking. There had to be someone here who would listen to her plight, who she could trust to get her back to Dalmasca. She had considered stealing a ship for herself, but even she knew, brash as she was, that there was no way she could survive on the sea for any amount of time, let alone steer her own boat. So she sat there like a lump, her eyes red and her cheeks puffy from crying.

rivelatalogs @ 2010-08-12T19:06:00

2010-08-13T00:06:46Z

WHO: Hiccup (hiccuphaddock) and Carrie (girlyboywonder)
WHAT: Hiccup meeting with an agebumped Carrie.
WHERE: The kitchen!
WHEN: After Carrie's journal entry.

[The journal is still in his hand when he comes into the kitchen, looking more than just a little confused. A lot had happened overnight - everyone had gone home, or gotten younger, or something. He still isn't quite used to how this place works.

He shakes his head a little bit as he glances at the journal, then stuffs it in his pocket, waiting for Carrie to come inside.]

The past, the present, And the future, Are all side by side. Hand in hand.

2010-08-12T05:09:14Z

WHO: Catgirl & Kanda
WHAT: Kanda ~~carries~~ helps catgirl to a clinic
WHERE: Rivelata streets-> Clinic
WHEN: after this

The streets weren't crowded that late evening, but if there was anyone wandering through them, they'd make way for him. He received strange, frightened stares and whispered comments, not because of his current, tattered and blood-stained state. Someone looking like him with an unconscious woman in his arms spoke levels of suspicion. But no one dared approach them.

Kanda shifted the woman's body in his arms. Things were more difficult to do than he had ever experienced before and he had this place to hate for it. His body was weak and drained from too much energy. However, tired as he was, Kanda had a duty with the woman in his arms and he won't let himself rest until he sees her in better hands.

Every step was heavy and every breath seemed difficult to take but his stubborn pride kept him going and paid off as he caught sight of the clinic.

there’s still damage to do before they wrest the axe from my hands

2010-08-10T08:02:00Z

WHO: Kanda, Alma, Fou & Catgirl
WHAT: ULTIMATE SHOWDOWNNNN
WHERE: where ever she finds him!
WHEN: not long after this!

[She can't say she's not glad to finally find him on the beach. At least he's less likely to do anyone any damage from there...

She hits the sand with a wince, hating that it's going to slow down her skates. But she's nothing if not adaptable by now, and so the wheels retract as soon as they're useless, and she approaches in a cautiously slow walk. He looks a hell of a lot different, but there are enough traits to make him recognizable.]

Hey, Kanda. Long time, no see.

rivelatalogs @ 2010-08-09T16:48:00

2010-08-09T23:48:28Z

WHO: Catgirl and Captain America
WHAT: reunion! ...sorta. Completed!
WHERE: at the docks
WHEN: just after this.

Carrie: *She'd pulled her cowl off for the journal, but she'd woken up in the Catgirl suit, so it's in uniform that she heads out to the docks. With the help of the motored skates she's there in two minutes, just as predicted, and hops up onto a crate to wait.*

Steve: *He's there not long after, his own cowl down and the sheild strapped to his back like always. It's strange to see her this grown up, but the smile he gives her is the same as always.* Decided to retire the Robin threads I see.

Carrie: *As if seeing him again wasn't enough to get a smile of her own, his smile makes it impossible to avoid. So different from Batman. Carrie at 13 would have moved in for an unavoidable hug, but Carrie at 16 keeps to her perch.* Outgrew them, yeah.

Steve: *He nods.* What's the name now? *Although he could probably get in a good guess...*

Carrie: Catgirl. *a grin* A little more straightforward.

Steve: Just a little. I like the ears. *The grin widens.* How're you moves these days? You've had three years now.

Carrie: Better. *totally an understatement, but she'd rather prove it than talk about it. She hops off of the crate, stretches, and glides toward him on the wheeled shoes. While Robin did a lot of darting, it's apparent Catgirl's more a fan of fluidity.* You know, I remember you looking older.

Steve: *He takes a slightly looser stance as she gets closer. He does approve of the change. The fluidity suits her more now, although the skates strike him as a little ridiculous. He snorts.* And I remember you being a lot shorter. I'm still old enough to be your grandfather.

Carrie: Uh huh. *she pulls a quick once-around, ending up in front of him again, and trades her thoughtful study out for a grin.* Great-grandfather, at least.

Steve: *he let's her, but he tips his head slightly to follow her movement.* You certainly talk a lot more.

Carrie: *juuuust gonna grin at that one. She nods her head back toward town.* Let's pull a patrol.

Steve: *Pulls his cowl back up.* Let's see if you can keep up. *And heads for the rooftops.*

Carrie: You're on, gramps. *she heads after him, putting the motors in the shoes to good use. It might be cheating, but she's totally okay with that.*

Steve: *He doesn't hold his stride at all. He's gotta give her credit for using her resources. He leaps from one roof to another, keeping an eye on the girl beside him.*

Carrie: *She keeps up pretty easily, swinging, twisting, and flipping like she's been practicing on these very rooftops every night for a year and not on a three-year trip back to Gotham.* Well, looks like nothing so far blew up since last night...

Steve: *He's proud of her. There's still the little twinge of disapproval, but she's improved, he can see that already.* Things have been quite since the incident at the castle... But one of the gods have been up to something recently.

Carrie: Yeah? *She hits a slanted roof and flips off of it, landing just behind him and putting on a burst of speed to make it next to him instead.* Right, I remember that... Egil, or something. He seemed pretty harmless.

Steve: It's a bad idea to write off any of them. They have power and he doesn't seem the kind who'll hesitate in using it. *He doesn't let even once, diving off onto a lower roof and then back up to the upper stories.*

Carrie: *She's right next to him, catching hold of a jutting flagpole to flip up onto it and vault off again.* You're right. And it's always the seemingly harmless ones that go and prove you wrong. Any movement from him since then?

Steve: No, but there's been a lot of strange things showing up and belongings of others disappearing. The timing's too good to be coincidence.

Carrie: The bills. *she almost misses a step with that thought, but catches herself before a stumble can come out of it.* And Ashelia was talking about toys. *a quick glance* I haven't talked to her yet, but did you find anything out of place like that?

Steve: *He sees that misstep and he's ready to catch her if the fall comes. The relief and pride is a little more obvious when she catches herself.* Not yet, but who knows what might be coming up around the corner.

Carrie: *She scales a particularly sharp slope and pauses at the top of it, perching a little thoughtfully.* At least there's no built-in harm in a scheme like this, unless someone used to partake in serial killing, or something. *and, come to think of it, that actually sounds all too likely…*

Steve: We'll figure out what to do about that if it comes up. *He pauses beside her before launching of the slope to land on a more level place. He stops there, waiting for her, holding up a hand that means "pause".*

Carrie: *She's right behind him, and pulls up smoothly to match the stop. It gets a curious look, while a discrete tap of her shoes kills the motors.*

Steve: There is something I wanted to discuss with you before... Though this may work out better now that you're older. *He smiles a little.* Have to admit, I'm a lot less worried about you now. You've grown a lot.

Carrie: Yeah? *she runs a quick catalog through all possible topics, and comes up with a big, resounding, 'not much'. Whatever it is, she's not predicting it.* What is it?

Steve: *He's quiet for a minute, gathering his thoughts. When he looks up again and tugs off the cowl. This is important and it's...more right to say this to her as Steve. Not as Captain America.* In the time I've lived and fought, I've lost a lot of friends. A lot of people I fought alongside and had come to depend on in different ways. I know what it's like to lose someone suddenly. And while I don't want to be presumptuous as to just how important I might have been to you... or how important to you I might be now, I wanted you to know that if anything ever happens to me... If I ever get taken away from this place, I want you to keep your head up and keep being just as smart and brave as you have since the first day I met you. No matter how dark things might seem at times, you're smart enough to solve just about anything this place throws at you and good enough to find a way to make it work. More than that, I want you to know that you've become someone I would be proud to call a good friend and a comrade in arms. *He smiles again and puts his hand on her shoulder.* I may not have had a hand in your growth these last three years, but I'm very proud of you, Carrie.

Carrie: *She's caught off-guard at first, and too surprised to do anything but listen. Surprise, eventually, sinks into uncertainty. Bruce would never say anything like this. Bruce never said anything he didn't have to — he didn't talk about being proud of her, she just knew he was. She hesitates a second or two when he's done, then reaches up to push back her own cowl. Not knowing exactly what reaction she's supposed to give (or have, for that matter), she tries a small laugh, a weak grin.* You… say this like you're planning on going somewhere.

Steve: *His own smile is soft and he ruffles her hair affectionately. It feels strange to do it to Carrie now that she was older when he had just yesterday done it to a Carrie that seemed much younger.* Not if I can help it.

Carrie: *She glances away, still trying to figure it out. What do you even say to something like that? Training didn't exactly cover this. But, eventually, she decides on a response in kind. When she looks back again, the smile's a little more natural.* Let's keep it at not if you can help it, I like that. But, if one of us does head back home… Then, thanks. For everything. *She leans in, finally claiming that hug she hadn't taken on first seeing him. Both arms wrap around his neck, lips find his cheek. Just as unavoidable as a hug from Robin would have been, but with a few subtle differences.*

Steve: *He leans down a little to hug her back (she's still tiny, that's never changed...) and laughs a little at the kiss, ducking his head just a bit in embarrassment.* You're welcome. *When they pull away he slips the cowl back on.* Now... Ready to go?

Carrie: Never stopped being ready in the first place. *Any softness there might have been in her smile a second ago is gone, replaced by pure amusement. Back to familiar territory, good. She pulls her own cowl back on, kicks the motors to life again, and starts off with an explosive leap.*

Steve: *He can't help grinning, leaping right after her. Content, for now, to play this game of rooftop tag until they find something that needs their attention.*