just because everything's changing [open]

[withoutaworld]

Characters: Rikki Barnes and you!
Location: On the rooftops of the city, out and about.
Situation: Rikki explores her new home... albeit a little unconventionally.
Warnings/Rating: None atm.

The first thing Rikki did after arriving in the city and being shown to her suite was sleep. She hadn't since the night before they left for Colombia, except for a brief and uncomfortable nap in the car, and... well, it was just easier to be unconscious than worry about the fact that she's lost her friends and her family and her world all over again.

Unfortunately, the nightmares that plagued her before haven't left just because they came true - if anything, they've gotten worse, and she wakes in the middle of the night with a scream that echoes in her huge, empty suite. She doesn't even try settling back down after that; she's not going back to that place, to a jungle full of her friends' twisted bodies and Onslaught's voice in her head, so she pulls on her boots and gloves, tugs her goggles down over her face, and sets out to explore.

She takes off across the rooftops with no particular direction in mind, just looking to get a feel for her surroundings, to get some fresh air... whatever. Even in a city that's so far from anything like home, even with the strangeness of the locals and the odd glow that makes her wonder if it's even night at all, the familiar movements of traversing a city without touching the ground are comforting in a way - running until her breath burns in her chest, leaping across the streets and trusting her boots to propel her impossible distances, catching handholds as she follows the landscape of the city's architecture up and down and back again...

Finally she needs to stop to breathe, perched at the edge of a rooftop and looking out over the street, crouched down with her arms folded over her knees and her chin braced on her arms in an attempt to make her silhouette a little less conspicuous should anyone look up. It's only then that it starts to sink in, slowly, that she has no idea where she is or how to get back to where she's staying.

"Great job, Rikki," she mutters under her breath. "Excellent reconnaissance. Cap'd be proud."

God, she's an idiot.

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[withoutaworld]

"Extreme... polo?"

Rikki is not sure how you make polo extreme. In fact, she's not sure she's entirely clear on what polo is, but whatever, if he's okay with that, chances are he won't balk at flinging himself off a roof after her. Hopefully.

"But just so we're clear, if you fall and break your leg, it's all on you."

[cowled]

"I honestly can't explain it. You'd have to be there." He could crack a joke about, say, horses that breathe fire-- but he'll refrain. He has some restraint.

He smiles a little, swirls the dregs of his tumbler and drains the last of it. "Should I sign a waiver?" Hey, if it puts her mind at ease. He's really more interested in learning about the nature of her vigilantism.

[withoutaworld]

Rikki laughs a little, shaking her head. "No, I don't think we have to go that far. But I like that you offered."

She pauses momentarily, and then offers her free hand to shake. "I'm Nomad."

[cowled]

"What can I say, I prefer a courteous approach. Even when it's relative to death and/or possible broken limbs." He shifts his glass to his other hand, takes hers and shakes it. His grip is firm, but kept well in check. He isn't here to break anyone's fingers.

"Nomad. That's rather a bleak name for a lovely young lady." And it's most definitely a code-name. As most monikers are self-bestowed, he can't see it meaning anything well for her. The word comes from the Greek νομάδες, or 'nomades', 'those who let pasture herds', but its more recent use tends to imply a sort of societal displacement. A wanderer.

Hm.

"I'm Bruce, by the way. Bruce Wayne."

[withoutaworld]

Rikki shrugs a little at his comment on her name, not about to explain or give him her real name just yet. "It fits. Especially now, I guess. Whole new world..."

Again.

She could really do without this becoming a pattern, but apparently she doesn't get any choice in the matter.

"It's nice to meet you, Bruce. Even... under the circumstances."

[cowled]

"Do you mean to say that it's happened more than once?" His focus shifts away from her, out over the city. It's mostly done as an indication that the answer is somewhat inconsequential. In reality, it's anything but. He's already decided she's a vigilante. Her attitude and demeanour suggest someone who at the very least doesn't kill people indiscriminately, though that one's always tricky and he fully acknowledges the fact that his conclusion may be... incomplete.

"Mm? Oh, yes. Likewise. I think I'd prefer a chance encounter in New York, but a rooftop on the back of a mystical turtle is a close second."

[withoutaworld]

Rikki follows his gaze out to the city, silent for a moment. It's not like her arriving from a parallel universe was ever anything she kept secret - not as Nomad, anyway - and she'd come to terms with it, but now, with the circumstances so closely parallel... It hurts all over again.

"Yeah, once," she says, trying to sound as calm as she should be. "It's a long story."

[cowled]

Ah.

Bruce turns a little, enough to look her face-on, and his expression is... appropriately arranged to seem sympathetic. And he can sympathize. He's only recently returned from a year being lost in the timestream, which engendered a similar sense of displacement. But he's older, and he's been doing this for decades. A teenager, dealing with similar circumstances? They're worlds apart.

"Well, if it's something you'd like to talk about-- my roof is always open." He lifts his glass in a gesture of 'cheers'.

[withoutaworld]

"Thanks," Rikki says, and even if there's next to no chance she'll take the offer... she appreciates that it's there. It's nice of him, anyway, when he just met her.

She stares into her glass for a long moment, then quickly drains what's left and sets it down on the table before pulling her goggles back down over her face and flashing a grin. "I should go. There's a lot of city to explore, and I wanna be back home before the sun comes up. Give me a call when you're ready for those parkour lessons, okay?"

She doesn't wait for an answer before running to the edge of the roof and jumping off. She'll admit, she is a shameless fan of the dramatic exit.