slayer_fray | [Milliways: Field Trip to Haddyn, 2293]

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[Milliways: Field Trip to Haddyn, 2293]

Bar had given them all back packs. It's kind of cute, really, in Mel's opinion. small little things, containing only the essentials - a zapper pistol for each of them, a cross, a stake, a round of PB&J with the crusts cut off, a flask of milky tea, and lunch money (about 20 coi each).

Mel herself just has her own gun and scythe sheathed on her back, as she climbs through the window into her small, beaten up apartment, and holds the door open for them.

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The look on Makita might bes be described using an emoticon: O_O

"You want us to jump onto a flying vehicle from here?" This definitely qualifies as a "bad plan" in Makita's book.

Jet's a little more subjective about it. "How fast do they move?" he asks, as he tries to peer out the window. C'mon,h e can totally jump on a flying thingy! IF he gets the right one!

"It's a built up area, so anything from 10 to 40 miles an hour," Mel says indifferently. "We'll need to pick one stopped, though. 'Cause there's four of us."

To 'Kita: "You OK? There's a crossway a few blocks down where we can get one while it waits."

"It's fun, I swear," is Steph's helpful contribution here.

There is a long inhalation and an "anything you can do, I can do" look settles onto Makita's face. "No, I'm good." Makita is such a terrible liar.

"C'mon, don't tell me you're scared. Tough girl like you, what shoots the bad guy?" He does not know the bad guy is Steph ex. Oh well! "I'm sure we can manage. Let's just find one and go!"

Mel shrugs, and opens the window, shooting a warning look to Steph, nominating her as respeonsible adult of the party.

Don't let either of them get stupid.

"OK," she says, one foot on the sill. "Steph, you choose one and go. Jet follow, then 'Keet. Me n'Legs'll be right behind."

Steph - who was glad of her mask, at Jet's casual comment - salutes Mel with a bright smile and launches herself into the air.

It's like flying, it really is!

"C'mon, guys!"

And there he goes! Totally unaware that he just got a taste of his own foot and all with Steph, he follows her out blithe ad wild.

Fear? That's for people who don't know they're gonna die somewhere else.

Yeah... Makita's not so sure about this plan. And to be honest accusations of cowardice have never done much to sway her. Still, she can't leave Steph hanging.

She nearly jumps without detaching her drop-line, and the time it takes to resecure it with the rest of her gear delays her jump a precious half-second. The way she's plummeting she'll manage to hit the target, but much closer to the edge than is normally recommended.

Not that she knows this since her eyes are closed.

Mel waits until the absolute last minute before jumping, demon monkey screaming ahead of her. As the vehicle's moved on, she ends up grabbing the fender with a hand, which pulls it just slightly off balance, before she pulls herself onto the roof and grins at them.

"Nice jump."

Steph's crouched at the back, arms out in case anyone fell, cape billowing appropriately dramatically. A domino mask is more effective than one might suspect at concealing expression, but it'd take a paper bag and several lengths of duct tape - or maybe a lot of Botox - to hide her pure glee.

"They're not bad, are they?" she says, teasing a little. "I think we can work with this."

"Hey. We're right here and listening!" Jet says in reply, as he gets his foot, crouched down and keeping his balance. He.. is not glancing down, though. He can talk the talk, but let's not look at the fall if he can't walk the walk.

Makita, of course, has made a graceful landing. On her butt. At least she landed on the right vehicle though. Her eyes are a bit wide as she looks around.

There's a lot to see; the small van-like vehicle they're on speeds through canyons of cement and windows stretching up above them into the multicoloured swirls of dirty clouds, blocking out the sky completely. Buildings have grown up almost organically, merging into each other so it's hard to tell where one starts and another ends: one roof might be another's parking space. What were once alleys have been filled in with newer windows, entire buildings have been built on top of prexisting roofs. Haddyn's a coral reef of humanity, loud, dark, and smelly.

Mel looks entirely at home, standing idly and stretches her hands behind her head, while Legs patters about excitedly on the roof.

"Wellcome to Haddyn. I'll be your tourguide this evening. Please keep all your hands well within the vehicle and don't feed the animals."

It's like Gotham on crack. Smelly, loud, dark - Steph feels very at home here, even despite the obvious differences. Haddyn is the city Gotham wishes it could be.

The Bats would fit in so well.

"There's animals?" She's keeping an eye on the two who haven't been rooftop-running most of their lives, but they look fine, so she's also making herself comfortable on the flying van's roof. "Apart from you?"

"I thought you said the people looked like animals sometime," Jet asks from where he crouches. You can't give the guy too many variables! He'll just get confused!

Instead of talking, or listening, really, Makita is clinging to the top of the vehicle. Her landing was less than graceful, and she's rather eager not to make another, worse one. Her eyes are open, but not really looking at anything in particular.

"I'm talking about the people," Mel says, though it might be hard to tell because as she speaks there's a loud honking froma cab overtakling from above, and she has to duck suddenly to a crouch, not looking around.

"And... well, depends whether or not you count lurks as people."

She glances at 'Kita again. "Wanna make a stop soon?"

"Not people," Steph says instantly. Because if they were, she'd have killed them, and that would Not Be Good. "Definitely not people."

When Mel looks over at Kita, she does too, and then keeps scanning the area absently. SNEAKY.

"Yeah, maybe get our legs on the ground a bit?"

That's totally convincing! It's not like Steph loves to fly more than anything else in the world or anything.

"What's a lurk?" That doesn't sound right. "The wrinkle-head-things?"

He's not really sure what to call them BEYOND that, because-- well, Asiatic mythos don't really include a lot on vampirism. ...Flying disembodied heads that suck your blood? Sure. Vampires? Not so much.

As for the landing, he'll follow the others when they're ready.

There's a visible swallow from Makita, but she shakes her head. "I'm fine," her voice is tight, and she's not a very good liar, but she's not going to spoil Steph's obvious fun.

Mel'll do that, then. She glances over her shoulder and ahead, and points out a crossway ahead.

"See that roof over there? We'll stop at the lights. Jump off soon as we're stopped."

Steph's decided Jet's okay - fooled by the faux-confidence, maybe! - so it's 'Kita she offers a hand to. "If you fall, I'll grab you."

Now isn't that reassuring?

The van pulls to a halt, and Steph readies herself to leap.

Oh, yes, very reassuring.

Makita nods and slowly, carefully shifts from a splayed out hug of the vehicle to something more like a crouch. Not really the best jumping position, but more effective than lying on your stomach with your eyes closed.

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