[OPEN] Steve Rogers, Karrin Murphy, and Triela Hilshire

[whatfriendsdo]

Characters: Steve Rogers, Karrin Murphy, Triela Hilshire, AND YOU!!
Location: Erry Sector
Situation: For some reason logs are easier than network stuff right now, SO A DAY IN THE LIFE TYPE DEALIO.
Warnings/Rating: Triela roughing up a kedan but otherwise none at the moment, will edit as necessary.

Log starters will be in comments within the post.

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MORNING - METAL SECTOR - KARRIN MURPHY

[whatfriendsdo]

Murphy is drilling with one of the friendlier kedan she's met, teaching him Aikido in exchange for a sparring partner who will give her a gauge for the kind of targets she's up against. They pick a quiet spot, a lot in mid-prep for building, still empty.

She's in the middle of showing him a throw when she spots a couple of watchers. Without missing a beat, she calls one of them over and walks the kedan through the grip and toss, shows her once, and sets her up against Murphy's original opponent.

And so it goes, until she's got a full class and is feeling probably more at home than she has since she got there. Correcting holds, demonstrating steps, calling out in Japanese and drilling them through the motions until, by the end of the impromptu "lesson", most of the kedan present are passable with a few basic principle steps - and she's being made to promise another lesson the next day.

[withoutaworld]

Murphy has another watcher, this one non-kedan, from the rooftops nearby. Rikki was heading home from work over her usual aerial route, planning to go collapse into bed and sleep through the afternoon before she heads out to patrol as it gets dark... but then she heard voices, and the unmistakable sound of a body smacking into the ground, the sound of someone's breath being knocked out...

It's not loud, but for someone who's been keyed up looking for any sign of violence around her, it's enough to make her change her path to the next street over and check out what's going on. And when she actually gets a look at the impromptu little class... she's fascinated. It's not a fighting style she's familiar with, and that alone is enough to convince her to put off bed a little longer and stick around to watch.

She ends up sitting on the edge of the roof across the street from the lot, legs dangling over the side, chin in her hands while she watches intently and tries to memorize every movement.

[whatfriendsdo]

Once she's said goodbye to her new students, Murphy makes her way across the street, acting like she plans to buy breakfast or a something from the shop Rikki perches on atop. Instead, she stops at an angle where the girl can easily see her and looks up.

"You know, it works better if you actually participate. If you really want to learn."

MORNING - MULTIPLE SECTORS - TRIELA

[daughterofelysium]

Triela… is keeping herself from having a panic attack by running, climbing, and otherwise trying to keep as physically active as she possibly can. Exhaust herself, make herself too tired to think - given how early in the day it is, she's probably not going to have much luck.

MORNING - FIRE SECTOR - STEVE ROGERS

[usavatar]

Steve found a park. No, it's not a big one, but it reminds him of New York that way.

He found a park, and a pack of young kedan found him. After a few minutes of curiosity, questions, and prodding, Steve convinces them to let him teach them a game.

So Steve is in a park in the Fire Sector with a bunch of kedan children, trying to teach them to play baseball.

At the moment, he's pitching a carefully knotted wad of cloth wrapped around a rock for weight at a kedan wielding a stick roughly the size of a bat, looking pretty happy with the situation as a whole.

[andaway]

Clark had been patrolling the fire sector ever since day one. He had been told it was the most dangerous one, the one with more gangs and the one where he was told not to visit in his mild-mannered reporter persona. Not if he didn't want to blow his cover while defending himself anyway.

So he's simply flying around, trying to get himself seen when he notices a familiar blonde hair among a crowd of children. He can't help but smile as he hovers down nearby-

...And grabs the rock in his hand with a quick movement.

"I've always been a good catcher. Need someone to help you explaining the game?"

[usavatar]

Steve grins at Superman's sudden appearance, though several of the kedan look ready to either pick a fight or start one. He coaxes the current batter into handing over their makeshift bat, taking up the place at the home plate. "I think they've got it pretty well. You're not a pitcher?"

...can re-tag with Supes, if you prefer one combined thread?

[trainwrecked]

Bucky's on his way back from work. But it's not like he can mistake that voice, anywhere, anywhen, so he swerves from his way and towards the park - with a smile.

He's leaning against a tree, watching, for a few moments.

"Good throw."

This is fine!

[usavatar]

Steve grins his way, and the kedan at bat stamps her... hoof, impatiently. He gives the ball another careful toss, and the little 'bat' connects, knocking it into foul territory over second base. Steve doesn't have the heart to point it out, given how excited the batter is to have hit the ball at all.

"Want to join us? There's always room for another player."

AFTERNOON - FIRE/METAL SECTORS - MURPHY

[whatfriendsdo]

Murphy makes the rounds for work and eventually settles on running messages between merchants in the Fire Sector and Metal Sector. It's a good opportunity to detour and check out a couple of spots she's heard have attracted gang sympathizers, casing them for later stakeouts and making note of who's currently present.

Not that appearance means much with shapeshifters, but she does what she can.

AFTERNOON - EARTH SECTOR - STEVE ROGERS

[usavatar]

He's painting. Granted, he's more used to pencils, charcoals, and that sort of thing, but it's fun to experiment. So here sits Captain America, at a small cafe in the Earth Sector, painting the building opposite with careful strokes and a very small brush.

[withoutaworld]

Rikki's just recently woken up - the still-tousled hair and vaguely groggy expression are a pretty solid hint at that - with several hours to go before patrolling will actually be worthwhile, so she's currently out hunting food, caffeine, and something to entertain herself with. Finding Steve in a cafe may have solved all three problems at once.

She wanders over and circles around behind him so she can see, watching him work in silence for a moment before she speaks up. "I didn't know you painted too."

[usavatar]

There's a tiny smile on his face as he spots her, which he tries to keep more or less hidden until she speaks, and he's sure she's not going to bolt or something like a stray cat. Steve glances up at her. "I usually don't. It's not a medium I'm really used to, particularly when the materials, styles, and methods are so different than what I've read about."

That's what makes it fun, though. He's been coaxing lessons on the inks and papers from one of the kedan he works for. "Please, sit. I'm having company for lunch, but I actually wanted to introduce you."

[flawedgoods]

Favrielle is in the Earth sector a great deal. Even without Bruce's suits and Nita's outfits to make, she feels most at home in the stores filled with bolts of fabrics. That she works in a small clothing shop in the sector guarantees that she's walking the streets and lanes often.

With so many people looking so odd and varied, Favrielle finds that the others foreign to Keeliai stick out in the crowds.

So, when she comes across Steve painting at a cafe, she can't help but approach to take a closer look.

[usavatar]

He recognizes her, though it takes him a moment to figure out how to address her. Miss nó Eglantine? Miss Eglantine? Miss Favrielle?

"Ma'am." He ducks his head in a nod. "Um - I don't know if you remember, but we spoke over the network not too long ago. Steve Rogers."

NIGHT - METAL SECTOR, NEAR THE EDGE OF THE FIRE SECTOR - MURPHY

[whatfriendsdo]

Murphy stays crouched on a rooftop across from one of the cafes she looked into earlier in the day, making a catalogue of the traffic that comes and goes. The kedan seem to be getting more cautious, shifting their features before arriving or leaving - she hasn't spotted a single face that's been the same going out as it was going in, though she's recognized the clothing and accessories on several.

"Damnit," she murmurs, more for the sake of keeping herself company than out of real frustration. When traffic slows, she'll pick a target and follow them, isolate them, and interrogate them. It's worked all right so far.

[tendnottoweep]

One face hasn't changed between going in and coming out, though she's moving with just as much caution - though it doesn't seem to be fear of the kedan that's motivating that caution. She moves through them like a native, seemingly unconcerned by the possibility of attack, and making a deliberate effort to fade into the background, down to her hair and dress: her hair's been darkened from its usual shade, almost black now, and she's dressed in local clothes in muted blues and grays, easily overlooked or ignored.

As she leaves, she pauses to speak to one of the kedan also departing, the two of them murmuring softly for a moment before Natasha nods slightly and turns, heading off toward the Fire Sector on her own.

[whatfriendsdo]

Oh, now that's interesting. Murphy tracks the woman from the rooftops for almost a block before she's forced to drop down into an alley, losing sight of the stranger in the brief time between hitting the ground and emerging onto the street, as casually as if she's been there the whole time.

An educated guess brings Murphy's target back into sight, though the woman is almost a block ahead of her now, in the comparatively unfriendly territory of the Fire Sector.

EVENING/NIGHT - EARTH SECTOR - STEVE

[usavatar]

Steve is patrolling the Earth Sector tonight - he's spending another night at Peggy's, not doing anything more than holding her while they sleep, but the closeness has done wonders for his ability to sleep at all. It's just a quick run tonight. Ensuring the neighborhood is comparatively safe, making sure none of the kedan or foreigners in the area are hurt or in trouble - then it'll be back to Peggy's, to talk or share intel or both, or maybe nothing at all.

[controlledvariable]

Steph has a similar idea as Steve; she has to start work early in the morning, which would make it a bad idea to do a proper patrol, especially when it's a new job, and falling asleep mid shift probably won't make a great impression. The problem is that she gets twitchy if she doesn't do something at night, and going for a jog around the sector seemed like a decent compromise.

She's starting towards 'home' when she spots Steve making a similar journey. She raises a hand in greeting, slowing her pace slightly, but happy to just wave and leave the decision to Steve whether he wants to talk to her.

[usavatar]

He slows as well, falling in beside her rather than stopping. "Fancy meeting you here. Out and about, or do you live in this Sector?"

NIGHT - GANG-ACTIVE SECTOR, YOUR CHOICE - TRIELA

[daughterofelysium]

Triela doesn't know where she is. One minute, she was staring at the console thinking about putting out a message to Hilshire or any of the other handlers, the next, she was in an alley in what looks like the Metal Sector, a kedan's shirt fisted in her grip and his face bloodied, her hand raised to hit him again.

He wasn't following her, he swears. Yes, there's a bounty out on foreigners, but he wasn't following her for that. She lets go, slightly dazed, and watches him run away.

Probably she should feel guilty.

[arches]

It takes him a few days, but Clint finally decides he knows the Earth Sector well enough to begin exploring the others. He refuses to leave his bow behind this time, however, so it is slung over his shoulder along with the quiver as he patrols the streets. It only by chance, really, that he spots her—blonde hair shouldn’t be that distinctive, but when it hits the low lights in a certain way it is—and so he manages to see the tail-end of her fight.

He steps out into the open, so she can see him. “That was a little harsh.” Not disapproving, just observing.

[closed]

[usavatar]

[Thus far he's kept his patrols mostly to the streets - stayed visible, stayed friendly toward those who pose no threat. But all of the people collecting who use the proverbial rooftop highway have him looking to expand his own horizons. Besides, it's not like he's completely unequipped when it comes to this sort of thing.

Tonight is mostly a test run. Get himself familiarized with the architecture, what's available, what's reliable, and what might send him dropping a handful of stories down to the street below.

He's in his ordinary patrol clothes, now with the addition of rough gloves. No mask - not the way he does things. He balances at the edge of one rooftop, gauging the distance between it and the next, calculating silently.] All right, Rogers. Don't break your neck.

[And then he bounces back a few steps, takes a running leap, and tucks himself into a roll that lands him on the next roof without a great deal of grace, but also without any bruises. Up again, jogging to the edge, jumping without pause to snag the edge of the next roof and heft himself sideways and over the top. He loves this. Moving this way. Knowing that if he does it right, he can move as quickly and as quietly as anything.

God, he loves being able to move.]

[closed]

[cowled]

[The rooftops have always been something of a sanctuary for Bruce. A place to surveil the city, and and the crime.

Even after all this time, it never ceased to amaze him how rarely people actually looked up.

Steve Rogers, it seemed, didn't have that problem.]

You're landing wrong.

[He's hard to spot, perched in the shadowy overhang of a building. Arms folded, expression unreadable.]