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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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"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.

On the other hand, you have Jet who is used to leaping, leaping from moving things to still things, or from moving things to moving things. When the van stops, he's already going, agile as a hogmonkey!

And lands easily, though he's soon staring over the edge of the building at the STUFF HE CAN SEE.

He'll do fine, really, with the physical stuff. It's just everything's so distracting when he gets there...

Steph crouches on the surface, waiting for Makita.

"C'mon... or we'll have to get Mel to throw you!"

There's a grimace as Makita gets her feet under her. She sort of shuffles over and jumps as hard as she can toward the roof. But her footing is bad, and she slips, so instead of landing on the roof, her fingers miss grabbing the edge by inches.

She's too scared to scream.

Trusting Steph to be able to get herself to safety, Mel has launched herself of the vehicle the instant she knew Makita was going to miss. The strength which which she kicks herself off if enough to disturb the van's inertia an jerk away, but she's not interested.

She dives to intercept 'Kita's fall, not concerned with anything except reaching out and grabbing the girl's wrist, pulling her into a one-armed embrace. Then they're falling together through the crowded flyway.

Makita feels the impact as Mel slams into her and wraps her arms tightly around Mel's body. Her eyes are wide and she seems torn between grinning gratefully or being angry.

Mel's going to get herself killed!

At least Makita won't die alone.

From the way Mel smirks at her from this close, one might be forgiven for thinking she was looking forward to their joint imminent death.

But her spare hand shoots out and they jerk violently as she grabs a convenient drainpipe and arrests their fall sharply.

As the pipe begins to crack against the wall, Mel looks to 'Kita, an eyebrow raised and her smirk still in place.

"Hold on tight," she says. "I need to get something out of my pocket."

In all honesty, the order is redundant. Despite Makita's small size, if Mel weren't a Slayer there's a good chance that there'd be a cracked rib in there somewhere.

Makita nods and tries to remember how to breathe again.

Mel leans her face against Makita's head just long enough to fish around the back and pull her skaterug out of her pocket, just as the pole she's hanging on to cracks.

They fall for another foot or so before she can flick the rug out straight and curls her feet under it.

So Slayer and soldier are then standing on a small skate-board sized wollen mat in the middle of a busy street.

"How you doing?"

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Steph jumps to her feet - but Mel's faster, so she just heads over to the edge of the building to lean on the parapet and look down, watching them with no sign of alarm.

"Ten bucks it takes less than a minute," she says over her shoulder, grinning at Jet.

Hell, JET was nearly over the edge when ... Mel was down there. Huh.

"...she... do this a lot?" he asks, peering down with a perplexed look on his face. "I mean."

"She's Mel," Steph says, because that totally explains it. "I think jumping around from building to building is just how she travels."

It makes perfect sense to Steph, who does the same. Just, y'know, Steph uses grapples. And doesn't have Slayer speed.

"They'll be fine."

Makita manages to pry her face away from Mel's shirt and look up (certainly not down!). She calls out, "We're fine." Though it doesn't sound like she's entirely convinced herself.