City pulls me in closer than I've ever been | July Catchall

[lasergrenades]

Characters: Pepper Potts, Devin Parker, and you!
Date: Throughout July
Location: Around Keeliai
Situation: Pepper is getting settled after several busy and unpleasant months, and Devin is making dumb decisions.
Warnings/Rating: Violence, possibly blood.


A. [Pepper] KPD | Throughout July | Open

Things have at least started to settle down some in the city, so while Pepper is busy she's no longer stretched to the limit. Her schedule is more regular, and she's taking fewer night shifts this month to try and catch up on sleep. All in all, she's in a much better mood when she's at work, helped in no small part by mending fences with Valdis. The ship is righting itself, finally, but that makes her no less vigilant.

B. [Pepper] Sky Sector | Throughout July | Open

The heat and lack of rain aren't uncomfortable for Pepper - New York could get positively sweltering in the summer - and it's decent weather for practicing summoning in the backyard. She does usually wait until early evening, when the temperatures cool down just a little.

When it does rain, though, Pepper pretty much drops everything and races out into the downpour. She's missed thunderstorms and the torrential rain they bring. Pepper will spin around with her arms out, head tilted back and mouth open to catch the drops, completely unconcerned by getting drenched from head to toe.

C. [Devin] Outside Water Sector | Early July | Kratos

At the gathering to decide the leadership of the Foreigners Guild, Devin and Kratos had decided to spar. More specifically, they had agreed to duel at dawn with swords. The events in the city had made it somewhat inappropriate to engage in fun activities like that as early as they had intended. After things had settled some, they'd reestablished the day and time. The additional time had meant Devin could acquire himself a beater sword - functional and sharp, though not particularly pretty - and shave off some of the rust that had been building over the years. The sun was just starting to come up when he reached the appointed location, carrying not one sword but two.

D. [Devin] Wood Sector | Throughout July | Open

Most of the time, Devin does his best to stay away from the Hotel. It's not hard, and he's still working on his mental map of the city. June was all about Metal Sector, and this month he's largely wandering through Wood Sector when he isn't working or sleeping. From time to time, he'll pause and find somewhere to sit, all the while taking notes in some kind of shorthand.


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B. OUTSIDE WATER SECTOR

[simulsimul]

[Kratos has already been there for an hour or two, running through some mana patterns. He's getting more than enough practice with lightning lately, and wind is something of a side-effect; so he's working with fire, for the heat.

[It looks like a martial pattern, save that he's not carrying a sword and his hands glow with soft red light -- when it isn't moving around him in a manner suggestive, but not quite manifesting, flames. He doesn't turn right away, when Devin approaches, instead drawing mana to an adequate finish and loosing it as a billow of warm air around him before turning.

[His head tips at the sight of the weapons.]

I already have a sword.

[... Although that may be the difficulty.]

CONTINUED

[wintershepherd]

((from this here because June was awful))

"Part of you?" Both of Jack's eyebrows raised high at that one, his gaze going back and forth between the two.

He knew some people on the turtle had learned magic not from their own worlds... indeed, some had learned it when their worlds didn't have magic at all. "Yeah? That's cool. No pun intended. What sort of magic can you do?"

other B.

[denyamenti]

Bakura just shakes his head in amusement as Pepper darts out into the downpour, her excitement contagious as thunder rumbles overhead. "You really have been waiting for that."

D for Devin

[upshore]

Miles is still having an existential crisis. But then again, it's hard not to when you're basically an ontological nightmare.

Am I even human anymore?

The Walrider wasn't just in him, it was him, as far as he could tell. And he hated that. He'd rather die, but the chiefest and greatest of ironies was that he couldn't. Damn thing wouldn't let him even if he was back home.

He's taking notes, too, trying to find cultist activity, and mostly just trying to take his mind off of the fact that he's an abomination of science now. His current project is to find the tea that is the most like coffee, and today he's going around the Wood Sector looking for it.

B~

[wrathfulkhan]

When Pepper runs outside at the sound of thunder, Gene isn't too far behind. Of course, he's not as undignified - he still finds it hard to let go of that, he grew up far too fast - but he stands out in the rain, grinning, his hair plastered to his skull.