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[purpledaggers]

Characters: T’Challa and whoever wants to bump into him!
Date: Oct. 15 - Oct. 25th
Location: All around Keelai!
Situation: Obligatory superhero work, and obligatory citizen crap. More or less a catch-all-esque post
Warnings/Rating: None as of yet.


During the day, T’Chala isn’t going to be doing anything special or of note. He is mostly exploring the city and wandering from sector to sector. Halloween is right around the corner after all, so he’s taking in the sights of any decorations that might be around here and there. He doesn’t have his usual clothes in this place obviously, so he decides to take on more Chinese-esque clothing since that is the main thing the clothing stores offer.

He doesn’t really mind though. In fact it gives him an almost a Bruce Lee like feel. Kind of fitting for Halloween now that he thinks about it.


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T’Challa had mostly been keeping a low profile when it came to dressing up as the Panther at night. Sure he had said numerous times over the network who he was, but that didn't mean he had to go out parading in the outfit at every given moment. Honestly he didn’t feel there was much of a need to go out on nightly patrols. He had preferred to sit at home and do research over the network. The only problems was that... he wasn’t doing much as far as training went lately. Although he did do exercises around the house to at least somewhat keep up his physique, that was nothing compared to the physical strain he endured back home from fighting villains and saving the planet several times over.

So for quite a few nights to come, he is going to be be running, jumping, and leaping around Keelai (Especially after that certain announcement from the emperor) doing a few standard nightly stalkings. Thanks to the Vibranium soles in his shoes, he is even able to run up along side tall buildings (like the apartment ones for instance). Which only adds to his mobility. He’s trying to be as stealthy as possible but really, how hard is it for someone to take notice of a man in tights running around the city at night? Though admittedly, he’s being pretty fast about it.

Thanks to having basically peak human everything, his speed was far above what normal people were capable of at least. Though he obviously doesn't have super speed or anything like that.

Comments

idk 25th why not idc

[wingedwarrior]

[There should be a club for people with abilities far above that of normal humans. Though in both universes, there already were. It had been quite some time since Shayera had the good fortune of engaging in a conversation with T'Challa, and her intention was to thank him for the support he offered her during her ordeal in Sinbrilee. However, thins came up, hindered her plans, and before long, her goal of giving him her gratitude long since forgotten.

That was lucky enough to change as she was going out on her usual nightly flight. A dark streak dashed into her eyesight, and when you see a dark, unfamiliar figure in the night? You follow it. Though once she got a good enough look at the costume, it clicked with a memory in her mind, and she knew the instant later it was T'Challa. He did take off his mask to her there, surely he would mind now. Even so, there was a certain desire to keep identities a secret, hence the term. Shayera opts for the tactful route, calling out to him in general in the cold, crisp night air as opposed to shouting his name from the rooftops for all to hear.] Hey!

[purpledaggers]

[Well honestly he wasn't really expecting a reward for what he did. He was only helping her out after all. Everyone had pretty much went through some kind of ordeal in the realm. It was the least he could do to help out where he could. In fact, like her he had gotten distracted with things and had forgotten to check up on her again and see if she was alright.

When he hears her call out, he comes to a slow halt and glances over his shoulder to see who it is.]

Oh... it is you, Ms. Hol. [Since she wasn't really... wearing a mask, he figured he could use her name.]

[wingedwarrior]

[Heroes have enough of a thankless job as it is, and he didn't just save her. He helped keep her mind in one piece.

A few wing beats later, and Shayera touches touch gently and gracefully in a crouch before raising herself upright. She approaches him, though she looks as she normally does, not quite pleasant, yet not unpleasant.] I wanted to thank you for what you did in Sinbrilee. I was... a pretty big mess. You helped a lot.

[purpledaggers]

There is no need for thanks, Ms. Hol. We were all in a rather unpleasant situation at the time.

[That whole Death realm is not on his top list of dimensions he wants to revisit any time soon.]

I trust that things have gotten better for you since then?

[wingedwarrior]

That's putting it pretty lightly. [Hellish is how she would describe it. But that conversation isn't the one she's focusing on now.]

Loads, actually. Thanks for asking. How about yourself?

[purpledaggers]

I have been good. Though it would be untrue to say that I am not... disappointed that I have yet to find a clear way back home yet.

[And then he crosses his arms doing a slight headtilt.]

With how you were able to track my movements in the dark, I half-expected you to be wearing a mask also. Your race must have exceptional eye sight.

[wingedwarrior]

That's the general consensus around here, from what I gathered

[She simply shrugs, a smile crossing between uncaring and bemused.] Well, I used to be called Hawkgirl for a reason. But I'm used to tracking things in the dark anyway.