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tushanshu_logs2013-11-04 06:51 pm
shorttempered) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-11-04 06:51 pm
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Characters: Mark Grayson and Hayley Stark
Date: Sometime after this exchange
Location: Mark's suite (EA-2A) in the Earth sector
Situation: Mark and Hayley have made dinner plans, but plans might change when Hayley spots his costume laying around...
Warnings/Rating: None (will update if necessary)
[Mark realized about a minute after the arranged time that he was late. Hayley had agreed to meet him at his place around 6, and it was now 6:01. This normally wouldn't have been so bad, but he was currently flying around the newly enhanced barrier, enjoying its green glow (thank you whichever Kedan set up that warning system). He quickly did a flip and pushed himself back to his suite, flying at top speeds (and probably scaring some poor bird-like creatures along the way), slowing once his suite came into view so he could slip in through the top window.
It was always a bit disorienting, the first couple seconds when you stop moving at super-speeds and beginning moving normally again. He just stood there, readjusting, before moving into the bathroom to comb his hair back into submission and change into regular clothes. As he pulled the costume's shirt up over his head, he could smell the funk when the fabric brushed up against his nose.]
Ew.
[Once changed, he rolled his dirty costume into a ball and brought it downstairs, tossing it near the door with the rest of his laundry. It had no sooner hit the bin when Mark heard knocking. He quickly moved to the door and opened it for his guest.]
Hey! Sorry, were you waiting long?
Date: Sometime after this exchange
Location: Mark's suite (EA-2A) in the Earth sector
Situation: Mark and Hayley have made dinner plans, but plans might change when Hayley spots his costume laying around...
Warnings/Rating: None (will update if necessary)
[Mark realized about a minute after the arranged time that he was late. Hayley had agreed to meet him at his place around 6, and it was now 6:01. This normally wouldn't have been so bad, but he was currently flying around the newly enhanced barrier, enjoying its green glow (thank you whichever Kedan set up that warning system). He quickly did a flip and pushed himself back to his suite, flying at top speeds (and probably scaring some poor bird-like creatures along the way), slowing once his suite came into view so he could slip in through the top window.
It was always a bit disorienting, the first couple seconds when you stop moving at super-speeds and beginning moving normally again. He just stood there, readjusting, before moving into the bathroom to comb his hair back into submission and change into regular clothes. As he pulled the costume's shirt up over his head, he could smell the funk when the fabric brushed up against his nose.]
Ew.
[Once changed, he rolled his dirty costume into a ball and brought it downstairs, tossing it near the door with the rest of his laundry. It had no sooner hit the bin when Mark heard knocking. He quickly moved to the door and opened it for his guest.]
Hey! Sorry, were you waiting long?
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The girl had never been fond of people knowing where she lived, even less so after her death. But the idea of loitering at a strange restaurant was less appealing than risking the apartment of the guy she didn't know all that well. The one she had lied to, forgotten as anything more than an accomplice to the unintentional death of the abused kedan boy.
She turned and offered a smile as he opened the door.]
Not really. Were you busy? [Hayley tries to slide past him into his suite, more interested in his private area than the meal they're planning. She grins and whispers suddenly, gesturing back and deeper into his suite.] Do you have someone over?
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You're sincerely overestimating my personal life, here or otherwise. [He laughs a bit.] I just lost of track is all. I was worried you might have been waiting there while I was a spaz and not paying attention.
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[She's a little disappointed at the lack of gossip, but at least she gets a look around his place. Then Hayley shrugs a little and moves back towards the door, planning to lead the way back outside for them to depart for dinner when the bundle of his costume catches her eyes.]
Is that- [And, unless he stops her, she'll just be picking that up and judging it.] Were you seriously a superhero for Halloween?
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Wait, did she think it was a costume (of the non actual crimefighting variety)? Maybe this wasn't a complete nightmare.] Uh... heheh, yeahhh...
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[It's a little weird, but whatever. Except the costume seems awfully nice and she seems to recall seeing him dressed as something else.] Why did you pay for such nice material just to wear it for one night? [A beat as she turns to look at him again.] What did you even do? You said you weren't throwing a party and a superhero costume wouldn't make sense in the haunted house. That's just ridic-
[The girl cuts off and freezes as it occurs to her what the answer might be. She just stares, eyes slightly wide, waiting for an answer. Normally his being a superhero wouldn't exactly cross her mind, but with Batman and Superman and Hulk and Iron Man and all the other heroes she's been dealing with lately, it somehow seems par for the course.]
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...I'm also kind of Invincible.
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Like, a lot more.
Slowly, finally, Hayley drops the suit back into the laundry without otherwise moving. Her eyes never leave him and her heart begins pounding as he closes the door. Heroes aren't the only ones to wear costumes, after all. If he dressed differently, she might have asked him if he was the one who murdered her.
The girl takes a step back, then another until her hands find the wall behind her, still staring at him with pure shock and the smallest hints of fear. She needs a minute, okay.]
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Mark slowly opened the door in case she wanted to leave and took a few steps back to give her some space.]
...Hayley?
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She moves forward slowly, tentatively, ensuring that he's okay with what she's doing. Hayley steps up near him to close and lock the door, a gesture of trust, and then turns to face him.
Somehow, Mark being a hero is stranger than hanging out with Superman. Because Superman is.. well, Superman. Mark is a normal guy. Who apparently moonlights as a hero.]
You can fly. [It's a statement meant to reaffirm what he said before, trying to catch up and understand. Simultaneously, she's hoping it will serve as a platform for him to tell her what other powers he might have.]
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I'm also super strong, super fast, nearly invulnerable, um, I can hold my breath for a couple hours...and I'm probably going to live for at least a millennium. [It isn't until he says it all that he realizes he probably should have spaced that out. She was pretty overwhelmed just learning he could fly.]
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Hayley drops her arms stiffly at her sides, watching him. When he mentions the other abilities, she can't help herself, the memory of having her throat crushed too strong not to ask.] Did you kill me?
[Of course she doesn't expect her murderer to answer it honestly, but peoples' reactions generally give some sign, like Jeff's did. And with that question out of the way, then, maybe, she can start processing the rest of it.]
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Truth be told, it could have been him, he knows this, if he had taken a different path, if he had become the Viltrumite his father had originally hoped, the Viltrumite the Empire wanted him to be. But he wasn't that man, and he never would be.]
No, I swear to god I would never... A-are you all right?
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Not really, but.. I will be or.. whatever. [Hayley takes a single step, testing his reaction, then continues forward when he doesn't seem to stop her. It's the first time she has taken her eyes off of him since his admission, worried more about hiding her own dismay than about ensuring his safety for the moment.]
Do you think maybe we could eat here? [She glances around at whatever knick knacks, clothes, or any other personal touches he might have in the room.] I'd really like to.. just hang out and maybe-ask-you-all-about-your-powers.
[The last bit comes out as nearly a single word, followed by a glance over her shoulder. She pulls her lower lip between her teeth, actually excited for the first time in what feels like ages.]
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But she seemed to not want to push the subject, and he's more than happy to oblige.]
...Yeah, we can definitely eat here. I'll go run out and pick up something fast--because you really don't want to eat my cooking. Feel free to look around, I'm all out of secrets.
And when I get back we can talk about whatever you want.
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Cool. Yeah, uh.. take your time.
[She gives a small smile, seemingly for the gesture of kindness. Truly, she's more delighted with the opportunity to go snooping about his suite and getting to know him better. Now that she knows he's secretly a hero, it bodes rife with potential for using him as a way to get to others. Like Superman or Batman. She doubts every hero gets along, but is confident other heroes hold more sway than mere mortals.]
Just.. nothing too spicy? [Because sometimes her throat ached with the memory of her death. 'Ghost pain,' she's pretty sure she had read once. Psychological pain.]
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Despite being here for months, his suite isn't very decorated. He has a few pieces of Kedan art on the walls to make the earth look a little less harsh, but it's various pieces that, while nice on their own, don't exactly go that great together. He just... sort of grabbed things that caught his eye and didn't bother to think about how they looked once he put them up.
Most of his dirty clothes are tossed in the hamper by the door, though a few odd pieces have missed its mark and lay unattended nearby. Beside his Invincible costume sits one of his reflective work vests, with the Wayne Enterprises logo on the chest. Sitting on his couch is his hard hat with the same logo as the shirt emblazoned on it.
There's a few children's books written in Kedanese on the coffee table, with notes Mark scribbled in as he attempted to translate them. Some guesses are closer than others.
His kitchen is practically spotless, mainly because he's barely touched it since he moved in. There's some non-perishable food in the pantry, mainly of the junk variety, and some empty water skins that he hadn't refilled yet sitting on the counter.
The downstairs bathroom is fairly clean... though the toilet seat is, of course, up. Same with the upstairs bathroom, though it's a bit more cluttered with dirty towels on the floor from a recent shower, with several bottles of shampoo stacked in a corner.
Mark's bedroom is relatively unchanged from when he received it, though he's rather crudely tacked up a tapestry he thought looked interesting on the wall opposite the window. Speaking of windows, the one on the left is much dirtier than the other, and judging from the foot marks all over the ledge, it's the window Mark exits from whenever he's Invincible. In his closet are several additional Invincible costumes in varying stages of disrepair, some Kedan clothing, and his work clothes (also in varying stages of disrepair).
The only room with any degree of personalization is the bedroom on the first floor. This is the room where Mark and Bruce put Eve's belongings after Mark rushed them from Eve's suite. The closet is filled with her clothes, including multiple versions of her Atom Eve costume, and Mark gave a place to all of the various knickknacks she had collected since arriving. He had thought about displaying some of them outside of that room, but it was still too painful... so he left them all in there.]
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She flips briefly through the books with her excess time, having taken a peak in each room at least briefly. Her search is fast and thorough at points of interest, exhibiting the grace and proficiency of someone who has performed a search like this more than a few times before.
As a form of social experiment, she takes one of the miscellaneous knickknacks left sealed away in the unused room and sets it on a side table in the living room. It's not meant to be immediately noticeable, just a way to test his response if or when he should see it.
She hears the sound of the door just as she's moving from the table and maintains her composure perfectly, taking a seat on the arm of the couch as he enters.]
A hero killed me.
[Because nothing is ever easy with Hayley, she drops the important and heavy comment as though offering a casual greeting at his return. A faint smile is on her lips, as if trying to maintain a higher level of nonchalance than she actually feels.]
Well, okay, not a hero exactly. Someone with Superman's powers.
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He didn't even try to come up with anything until the bag was placed on the coffee table.] ...From when Zatanna made everything all screwy? [And at that mention, he looked up at the ceiling where some of the scorchmarks from receiving Korra's powers still resided.]
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When he sets the food onto the coffee table, she slides from the arm of the chair and plops down to sit on the edge of the couch instead. She continues to watch him.]
Well, if not, then it was Superman who did it.. So I guess I'm hoping it was the whole Zatanna thing, yeah.
[She remembers enough now to know it wasn't Kal-El or Jor-El, but it's kind of more fun to suggest Superman may have been involved.]
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Superman would never... but I didn't think anyone else would here either.
[Sits down and opens the bag.] Is there any leads?
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[She shrugs. Hayley doesn't really have a point and she's not entirely sure she believes Superman would ever do something like that, but Mark seems to know him fairly well and she's keen on getting any information about him that she can. After all, his 'I don't want anyone having my weakness' defense continues to bother her.]
Not really. Hopefully we can find something.
['We' because she's not alone in searching.]
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I'm sure you guys will find something. There's too many smart people here not to.
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Thanks.
[And then she's reaching forward to help him with the food, all too eager to begin eating and avoid the rest of where this conversation could go.]