[OPEN] Days go by...

[unetrustworthy]

Characters: Midii Une, Zatanna Zatara, Aya & OPEN
Date: Month of June
Location: Various (specified in Headers)
Situation: Various (specified in Headers)
Warnings/Rating: None to start; will warn if anything pops up

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MIDII - (Fire Sector)

[She was on the roof.]

[Not an uncommon place to find certain individuals, granted, but...certainly not the first place one might normally find her. Midii's reason for being up there, though, was twofold. The first, and much simpler explanation, was that she was looking for a moment of privacy. The streets and open grassy areas were all full of people. It was difficult to find any place where she wouldn't be lost in a crowd. So she'd found a nice, open seat on the edge of a rooftop. Her legs lightly swinging over the edge as she ate her lunch--a stuffed pastry bun, with a canister of tea and small bag of cookies.]

[Her second reason, however, was the view. From the ground, it wasn't quite so noticeable, but once she had enough elevation...she was sure of it. That glow in the distance. Not a reflection of any of the sector's fire displays, but something else. It was curious. Dim enough that she couldn't see where it was coming from just yet, and that made her all the more--]

[Her train of thought was interrupted mid-bite as the very building she was on suddenly shook. Not violently, but enough to startle her into dropping her pastry. Down...down...several stories down.]

[Wincing, she peered over the edge with a sheepish look on her face, hoping it hadn't...actually hit anybody.]

Sorry!

[So much for privacy.]


ZATANNA - (Welcome Center)

[As the continued sole runner of the Welcome Center, Zatanna had to devote a LOT of her time to the place. Which, admittedly, wasn't so difficult when she also lived in one of the back room areas.]

[As Spring--or what passed for Spring in Keelai--was making itself more wetly known, the now 19-year-old Mistress of Magic was busy with the usual cleaning. Occasionally, one might even wander in through the front door and find her floating several feet in the air, legs crossed in what seems like it would be a comfortable position if it had been in a chair. She had a piece of chalk in hand, a small bowl full of what looked like salt in the other, and was drawing strange symbols on various corners of the room, above the windows, and over the doors.]

[Once in a while, she might be seen in the common room large plush chair, by the fireplace, with a large kedanese spell book in hand. Idly flipping through the pages while occasionally making notes in her own private spell book.]

AYA - (Multiple Locations)

[Up in the air.]

[Moreso than usual, that is where people will find the young Green Lantern. On occasion, she would be traveling to an intended location, but more often than not, she would be simply patrolling. Maintaining as casual of a presence as possible so as not to alert any potential danger. Eyes constantly scanning the streets below for signs of danger. Or, more preferably, a familiar face to encounter.]

[Only then would she gently lower herself back down to ground level, greeting the presence with a warm smile and nod of acknowledgement.]


MISC.

((If there's any specific scenario or location you'd like to encounter one of the three girls, feel free to specify in a starter header, or else contact me at hina_mun and we can hash something out!))

Comments

Welcome Center

[drinkuntilidie]

[When Kevas wanders into the welcome center he looks soaked to the bone. Once again he got caught in the rain. Normally Kevas doesn't mind being wet, but with the added cold the chill begins seep into his body. Unable to warm himself he finally sought some kind of shelter with no place to call his own yet.

The sight of the floating teenager doesn't strike him nearly as odd as it might some. He watches what she's doing for a quiet second before clearing his throat in an attempt to get her attention. Some kind of magic is going on here and while he doesn't know what it is, he's not in a rush to distract her. Who knows what kind of chaos it might cause if she messes something up.]

'Scuse me, are ya busy dere?

[Finally the troll proves that he might have some manners after all.]

[backwordscompatible]

[She glanced down, and first gauged the newcomer's reaction to her hovering. No freaking out. No wide eyes.]

[Okay, good; for the moment, she remained where she was, continuing her latest drawing.]

It's alright. I'm good at multi-tasking.

What can I do for you today?

[drinkuntilidie]

[Kevas looks down at the small puddle now at his feet before looking up again. He decides to just stay where he is instead of tracking water through this lady's business.]

I be lookin' for da shelter, or hell, any shelter.

[Someone finally had to swallow their pride and stop camping around the outskirts of town. It was either that or die of pneumonia. He hasn't had a dry camp in days.]

A place to dry off ain't be soundin' so bad either.

[backwordscompatible]

[She would hardly have flinched if he had. And there was a reason for that:]

...okay, before I answer, I have a question for you: how do you feel about magic?

[Once upon a time, she would have just cast the spell, no questions. But she'd gotten into far too much trouble in the past for taking so many liberties, regardless of intentions, and now knew better than to start throwing her magic around on newcomers without warning.]

Welcome Center

[lasergrenades]

After the drawn-out incident with Milyn, Pepper had gotten to know Zatanna better. She'd always liked the older girl, but now she counted Zatanna firmly among her friends. Plus, they still had way too much sort-of-strawberry gelato.

When Pepper entered the Welcome Center, she didn't see Zatanna anywhere. Correction: she didn't see Zatanna anywhere on the ground. The magician (witch? mage? what was the correct terminology here?) was floating comfortably in the air and drawing something Pepper can't make out.

"Hey," she said, smiling broadly and holding up the pint of dessert. "I brought you something. What are you doing up there?"

[backwordscompatible]

Excuse you, Pepper.

There was no such thing as way too much sort-of strawberry gelato. Not the way Tony made it.

"Hey yourself." She offered a chalky solute to the younger girl. "Just reinforcing a few magic wards. Trying to keep this place as safe as possible." With that, she slowly lowered herself to the ground. Placing the chalk on a nearby windowsill, she brushed her hands to rid them of the dusty residue before turning back around. "So, what's you bring me?"

[lasergrenades]

That's why she was bringing it to Zatanna; she would actually appreciate it, whereas Pepper would likely leave it in the freezer until the end of time.

"You know, I'm pretty sure you didn't mention you could fly," Pepper pointed out, saluting back with her free hand. "More strawberry-ish gelato. You liked it and the freezer is almost totally full so I figured I'd make some space."

It would probably just get filled with more gelato, but she could make an effort anyway.

[backwordscompatible]

"I could kiss you right now." Her eyes lit up with humorous mirth, even giggling a little. "Assuming I wanted to risk Bakura's wrath, that was."

(Which she didn't. Not over something like this; she was so over love shapes. Unless watching from afar. With popcorn gelato.)

Midii!

[problematical]

[ River's reflexes were almost unparalleled, and her hand snapped out to catch the falling pastry, only for her to stare perplexed at it; her body had been trained to react to an attack, but pastries weren't the usual ammunition. She looks up to see Midii. ]

Did it taste that bad?

[unetrustworthy]

[She let out a small sigh of relief when the figure below caught her pastry. Glad that she hadn't gotten hurt or covered in any of the fruity jam inside.]

No. I didn't meant to drop it. I must've lost my balance or something; it felt like the whole building shook for a moment there.

Are you...okay?

sorry for the slow!!

[problematical]

I'm all right.

[ River regards the pastry for a moment, and then disappears inside the building, only to re-emerge onto the rooftop several minutes later. ]

Can it be called an earthquake if there's no earth?

it's alright; i've been a bit slow myself lately

[unetrustworthy]

[That was...actually a good question. One Midii had to stop and ponder for a moment.]

I suppose we could call it a Turtle-quake...or, no, wait--[A thought came to her] Some people can call the ground or dirt "earth", and there's definitely dirt and ground down there. So it still counts.

zatanna;

[denyamenti]

Bakura didn't often have occasion to come by the Center very often, but today he's here not for the welcome services, but for those of its manager. The thief knocks on the doorframe when he sees Zatanna, more to announce his presence than to ask permission to enter.

"Have a moment, hekauet? I have something that might interest you."

[backwordscompatible]

"You say the sweetest things to me, you know." She called down at him, with an amused roll of her eyes. There was no point in inviting him in. The Welcome Center was publicly accessed by whoever, and as she'd previously told him, the wards would hardly keep him out as long as his intentions were nonviolent. "Did you bring me a present too?"

(She joked, referring to a recent visit by one Pepper Potts.)

[denyamenti]

"As a matter of fact I did," he answered, withdrawing a cloth drawstring pouch and holding it up for her to see. "How well you know me already."

[backwordscompatible]

"And it's not even my birthday." (That was last month.) "Thanks."

Trusting that it wasn't something ready to explode in her face the moment she opened it (he didn't strike her as the random pranking type unlike a certain white haired boy she used to know), Zatanna reached for the pouch to open it.

Zatanna | Welcome Center ~Please

[aprettyflyboy]

Although Poe kept himself occupied in the Metal sector, working on any building or project that was willing to hire him, he came to the Welcome Center from time to time. Mostly it was to check the list of jobs available, trying to find one that suited him better. Alas, the current count of demands for pilots or spies were a great total of zero.

What he wasn't expecting to see that day was a woman floating in midair and looking very comfortable doing so.

"Oh. My bad, I can come later."

Force users, they seemed to be everywhere these days. That or Poe just had a natural talent to find them by accident.

[backwordscompatible]

"No, you're good." Though she did take a moment to add one last touch before slowly floating herself down, uncrossing her legs just in time for her feet to lightly touch ground. From there, she had to look up at him, but seemed mostly undeterred by the change in angle. "So. What can I do for you this fine day?"

[aprettyflyboy]

He waits until she's down to speak again. Poe is not in any rush and he doesn't really mind watching her move, it's clear that's he's used to doing this and he hasn't seen many graceful Force users in his lifetime.

"Well, first, let me tell you that was impressive. And second, I just came to check on the job list and the news board. I'm still pretty new here and trying to catch up on stuff. I'm Poe Dameron, nice to meet you, ma'am."

Aya

[ten_zero]

Mag had quite a few foreigners to meet, including it seemed yet another flying one. She wished she had her Archwing so she could fly up to meet the green woman, but alas, she had only the ability to scale buildings and leap alleyways in great acrobatic feats.

So she merely followed Aya along the rooftops, hoping to get the woman's attention. Perhaps she could get her attention on the radio...

[looksfine]

Aya's scanners had detected the presence from the moment it first appeared within range. It meant nothing at first; there were always people running around the streets below and, sometimes, even the rooftops above. She would have continued on without a second thought, had a pattern not soon emerged.

The presence seemed to be...following her.

Unless it was a coincidence. Which is precisely why Aya allowed herself a moment of rest. Slowing her speed, she lowered onto one of the nearby rooftops, standing on the edge of a corner and staring out into the streets below.

If the presence had been following her, they would have no choice but to make themselves known. If the direction was mere coincidence after all...well...then no harm, no embarrassment.

[ten_zero]

Mag made a show of approaching openly.

"Hello, I am Mag. What allows you to fly like that, if you don't mind my asking?" Her face was a spinning mass of energy, and her voice seemed to emanate from her body without a clear source.

AYA - Metal secor

[aprettyflyboy]

[Poe is done with his shift for the day and walking around for a bit before heading home. He's had been feeling restless due to not being able to contact the Resistance. Flying is something Poe misses a lot as well and he can be caught looking up at the sky from time to time, wishing he was there.

It's all by chance that he spots Aya while doing that and has to do a double take. Why, yes that is a flying A.I. up there....]

[looksfine]

[Not anymore; now there is a flying A.I. slowly floating down to greet the familiar presence. Quite soon after he registered on her scanners.]

Hello, Poe Dameron.

It is a pleasure to see you without the aid of a Network communication screen.

[aprettyflyboy]

[Poe is happy to see her, if only still a bit surprised. There's droids who fly in his world too but it's more like controlled hovering.]

Pleasure to see you as well, miss Aya. When you told me you flied I wasn't expecting you to have such control and grace in the air. And I was thinking that you flew some sort of ship.