Maladicta von Borogravia (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
deshabille) wrote2013-05-19 08:53 pm
deshabille) wrote2013-05-19 08:53 pm
two ☼ backdated; private + spam + voice
private/voice | separately to charles, erik, anya (backdated 5/19)
A word, if you have a moment.
private/text | pietro (backdated 5/19)
CES, then library. Half an hour.
spam | CES (backdated 5/19)
[It's evening by the time she comes back here. Things look familiar in the way that they might have been part of a dream, once; cement and steel and dust and grime. She looks at the structures appraisingly, neither pleased nor displeased by them. They're just there. Just something that she might face, soon enough.]
[She's trained already, but she doesn't need rest, so she runs, fast and in as indirect a pattern as she can. Even stopping and starting, dodging imaginary pursuit, she's a blur, her eyes narrowed to slits against the dirt in the air. She learns the feel of the structures as she uses them for leverage when she hits top speed. It doesn't take long, too, before she's climbing, which is slower but not much.]
[Soon enough she finds herself at the top of an abandoned, half-constructed building, only a few stories tall but higher than anything she'd have found in Borogravia but a steeple. She sits with her feet hanging over the edge and considers her options from here. She has made her first decision, and now . . . here come all the rest.]
voice | 5/19, immediately post-paintball
Well. That was fun.
( ooc; SO i completely didn't do anything with paintball because of work, so feel free to assume anything re: mal being extremely serious about paintball once she actually learned the rules. she was 4th floor, blue team. )
A word, if you have a moment.
private/text | pietro (backdated 5/19)
CES, then library. Half an hour.
spam | CES (backdated 5/19)
[It's evening by the time she comes back here. Things look familiar in the way that they might have been part of a dream, once; cement and steel and dust and grime. She looks at the structures appraisingly, neither pleased nor displeased by them. They're just there. Just something that she might face, soon enough.]
[She's trained already, but she doesn't need rest, so she runs, fast and in as indirect a pattern as she can. Even stopping and starting, dodging imaginary pursuit, she's a blur, her eyes narrowed to slits against the dirt in the air. She learns the feel of the structures as she uses them for leverage when she hits top speed. It doesn't take long, too, before she's climbing, which is slower but not much.]
[Soon enough she finds herself at the top of an abandoned, half-constructed building, only a few stories tall but higher than anything she'd have found in Borogravia but a steeple. She sits with her feet hanging over the edge and considers her options from here. She has made her first decision, and now . . . here come all the rest.]
voice | 5/19, immediately post-paintball
Well. That was fun.
( ooc; SO i completely didn't do anything with paintball because of work, so feel free to assume anything re: mal being extremely serious about paintball once she actually learned the rules. she was 4th floor, blue team. )
Spam
[After she's settled, Mal smiles.]
Good trick.
Re: Spam
It comes in handy. [She yanks out the claws, and the line feeds itself back into the gun.] Especially if conventional climbing gear doesn't really do it for you.
[She's being more blase than she ought to; she's barely tried this, and it's damn lucky she got up with no problems. But she might be on a bit of a high, sitting on a rooftop again.]
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You find a way up regardless, if you need to.
[Under the bland statement is deep approval at her creativity. It's a good trait to have, especially in a place like this.]
Spam
Exactly.
[She turns her head, taking in the view for a moment, and then - ]
Is this place familiar?
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Is it to you?
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Not even a little, which means I've never even glimpsed it before.
Maybe someone else is here. Or this is part of the new features.
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[Some she's just . . . sort of watched, secretly. From above. No big deal.]
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It might be a place they remember, then.
[The levity fades, as she stares across the abandoned city.]
Not their home, I hope. [Her voice is soft. She remembers when Gotham looked like this.]
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I'm sure it's beautiful to someone.
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My city looked like this, once. [Her lips quirk.] Not that people didn't find it pretty ugly before that. [That never mattered. Gotham was hers.]
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My home is ugly to me, but might be beautiful to you. Eye of the beholder, and so on.
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[She turns her head, gently inquisitive.] Have you always lived in yours?
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[A half-shrug.] For a very long time, yes. Family other places, but - home isn't really the right word.
I travel. Let's say that.
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[A slight nod.] That works better, for some people.
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[Said flatly, no inflection. It could mean a hundred different things.]
It works best for me. [Because she attaches to people, not places.]
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If no one else stayed, the ugliness would be the only thing left. [In other words, it would win.]
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And then who would fight it?
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Exactly.
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[It's not a question.]
Re: Spam
A good soldier.]
You could say that.
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But you'd rather not.
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Of course, questioning the wrong thing at the wrong time can just get you killed.
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