Journeys and Adventures

[ATTN: Vivacious]

Man, it took a lot of energy to keep up with this girl. Damned natural flyers.

She almost lost her for a bit, but after making her way to a rooftop saw her standing several buildings over. Lightweight got ready to jump across to her when she saw the woman sink to her knees. Ah hell, is she injured?

If it was a good guy, that was bad, if she was a bad guy, that was great, but either way she had to get her butt over there. Lightweight pulled energy from an apartment below her, causing the lights to go out for a moment in the apartment as she jumped her way over.

"You! What happened back... ah damn," she said, as she realized what was happening. She wasn't injured at all, she was crying. Lightweight felt her face heat up beneath her bandanna. "God I... I misread that, sorry," she said, backing away. "I'll let you... finish up," she added, making her way to the edge and getting ready to jump.

[ATTN: Vivacious]

As she spoke, Lightweight suddenly recognized her - right, they'd fought some gangsters together. Good guy. "Damn," she muttered under her breath. "I guess not," she said. "I take it what was going on in that building was over once you left," she said, embarrassed. "Sorry I was late."

She turned her back to the girl, shoving her hands in the pockets of her hoodie.

[ATTN: Vivacious]

Lightweight grimaced, reaching up and tugging on her bandanna uncomfortably. The defeat in her voice was... unbearable. "'Ey," she said. "I got some more thugs on my list to beat up before the night's over. You want in?"

[ATTN: Vivacious]

Lightweight tugged on her bandanna. "Aw hell," she muttered. She turned around, taking a step forward to grab the girl's wrist and pull her into her arms. "Come on," she said. "It's... it's okay. I ain't exactly hero material either but we're both doing good anyway. You'll get there."

[ATTN: Vivacious]

"Whoa!"

Lightweight reached up to keep her hood on as Vivacious scooped her up and shot off. She certainly turned about quickly. She had to get to those guys who took her stuff eventually... but hey, the night was still young.

"Born ready," she said over the wind, squinting her eyes against it. "Oh yeah, I'm Lightweight." It was the first time she really told anyone else the name, and she felt kinda silly - but then, she was flying around with 'Vivacious.'

[ATTN: Vivacious]

Lightweight shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, following after Vivacious casually. Being a super walking through a black market probably isn't the wisest idea... If anyone here was competent, it was asking for a fight.

She looked around at the others in the tunnel. Tonight, at least, it didn't seem like anyone like that was around. Few of them looked back at the two of them after the initial shock. "I take it these weren't the thugs you were thinking of," she muttered. Looked more like they were here for business.

[ATTN: Vivacious, Open]

Lightweight raised her eyebrows when she saw the wallet Vivacious pulled out. "Maybe it's just the costume but you never struck me as the type," she said offhandly as Vivacious gave the broker the wallet. So she wasn't quite a straight-laced hero type... or maybe she had some plan once she got the information she wanted. She'd have to wait and see.

It didn't exactly make her uncomfortable, but whether her companion was a hero or an antihero baddies were gonna get it... maybe. She might not be a hero at all...

Hell. She'd wait and see.

[ATTN: Vivacious]

Oh man, the Macklemore Manglers sounded familiar, if just out of reach, but she recalled quickly enough where she'd heard the name once they mentioned Panty Man. Lucky me. Looked like they were hunting the same people after all. And if the wallet belonged to a crooked cop like the ones she ran into, she didn't give a shit anymore.

Lightweight pulled her hands from her pockets and cracked her knuckles. "Like I said," she said with a grin. "Born ready." Time to get her damn panties back and stop a human trafficking ring with it.

[ATTN: Vivacious]

Lightweight crouched on the rooftop next to Vivacious. Her companion wasn't exactly subtle, but at least in this black getup she blended into the darkness.

She narrowed her eyes at Vivacious' words, and mentally tried to probe the warehouse for any energy sources. The place was alive with energy, though if it came from people or lamps or weeds she couldn't bloody well tell.

"I can try and scout some, but you're a little too... sparkly for much sneaking," she said. "Or we could just break the door down, keep it simple."

[Attn: Murder Mystery]

Thud. "Oof!" a common thug exclaims as his face says hello to the concrete beneath him. A booted heel plants itself on his back. Wild-Child stands over him.

She bends down and snatches a purse from his hand. "What ever were you thinking, honey? This purse doesn't go with those shoes, like, at all. Le'me guess. 'It's a satchel, not a man purse!' right? Right," she mocks. She twirls the purse on her finger by the strap and tosses it to the pursuing victim of this theft. The woman catches the bag and looks up at the teen.

"Th-thank y-"

"Yeah, yeah. You're welcome. Lady, what is a Wall Street doing in the Bronx?"

"What?"

Wild-Child fixes her ponytail and adjusts her gloves. "A shiny purple suit and a leather bag do not belong out in this part of town at this time of night. Be careful, 'kay?" With that, the animal girl is off, scaling a wall onto the roof of a three floor building. "I swear, if I have to tussle with one more purse snatcher I'm gonna screa- hello, what's this?"

Someone else up on the rooftops, leaping around. Wild-Child sits for a moment, watching them from atop a roof-mounted water tower. "Go ninja, go ninja, go," she says, her head swiveling to follow his movements. "Swift dude." Suddenly there is a scream like standing next to a foghorn. Wild-Child turns her head. The very direction her mysterious leaper is coming from. She jumps down and quietly approaches the area, peaking into a window where she hears crying. Inside, a distraught woman cradles her husband in her arms. In the doorway stand two children. Wild-Child closes her eyes. Only three heartbeats in the room. She opens her eyes and peers back through the window, staring at the two kids, both one perhaps too young to really understand what was going on. The other crying hysterically with her mother.

Police sirens, the flashes of red and blue lights, the chatter of police radios, and the crying of a woman that sounds all too much like Renae's own mother flood Wild-Child's mind as if playing out before her. She turns back in the direction she'd seen her mysterious prowler and leaps off, summoning all of her speed to catch up. "No. Not another one. You are not getting away from me."

[ATTN: Vivacious, Open]

"Right," she said, glancing over at her sympathetically before standing up and stretching. "If something goes wrong you'll know," she said. Lightweight cracked her knuckles and looked down at one of the few streetlamps below them. The streetlamp went out without a sound as she siphoned off it, and she jumped off the roof, using the energy she gathered to slow her fall.

Lightweight landed crouched and studied the warehouse. Probably should look for better places to go in than the front door...

[Attn: Assassin]

Wild-Child pushes herself to chase after her mystery murderer. As he gets closer to the edge of a building, she accelerates to the best of her ability. However, as she closes in, he disappears over the side of a building. When he dips into a crowd for cover, she backs up before closing her eyes. Sniff. Sniff. She continues pursuit, following the scent along the rooftops, and keeping out of sight. "You thought," she says.

[ATTN: Terry]

After the doctor's appointment, Horatio was already making way to take her back to the dorm--but then, she remembered that she was supposed to meet Terry...and that she is late. Facepalming, she asks him to take her to the campus where they were last--and he is more than agreeing to do so.

She's still anxious about the test results, mostly with wondering what they will be and what it will mean for her. However, as long as her ability doesn't activate in the meantime, she shouldn't have too much anxiety with the issue. The awkwardness ensues as she makes it to the campus, but she is grateful for the distraction away from her worried thoughts.

When she makes it to Terry, she smiles sheepishly and apologizes for being late. She tries to push the thoughts of the testing to the back of her mind.


[ATTN: OPEN]

Thomas' Post: TBP (WIP)

[ATTN: Tam, Open]

It wasn't long after he left Jill to investigate on his own that he felt a familiar presence nearby - Tam was coming after all. Terry grimaced and changed his path to meet her. I don't want her getting involved... but living backup might be nice. And he still didn't know why she could see the dead girl...

As he met up with her, he could feel her embarrassment and anxiety - wrapped up in her own thoughts and concerns about her medical tests. "Don't worry about it," he said as she apologized for being late. "Let's see if we can find this girl again."

The last place they'd seen her was that frat party - and that was where he'd felt that nasty weirdness coming from the Collective most strongly. "What's that frat whose party we were at last night?" he asked.

[ATTN: Vivacious, Open]

Now that she was closer, she could feel that the energy source from the warehouse was actually coming from underneath the warehouse. Now that was shady. This much energy probably isn't just made by grass. She'd guess an electrical infrastructure supporting human operations.

Lightweight paced around the warehouse, finding a side door that was smaller than either of the large doors at the front and back. There was still a small energy source within the building above ground, so she had to be cautious. Lightweight stopped next to the side door and tried the handle. Locked. But the door wasn't that sturdy in the first.

She pushed at the door and felt it give way, the wood around the bolt cracking and finally giving way as the door swung open.