"Oh, wow. Oh, hello." Steven is staring with a kind of awestruck amazement at the sky manta butting her nuzzle up against his outstretched hand, at one of the advertised flying lessons. "I think she likes me?"
He looks up at the nearest potential sky rider with a bright smile as he gingerly strokes the top of the creature's head and one of her whisker-tendrils coils around his wrist. "Look, I think she likes me!"
AII. Better at Flying - Steven
This is so much easier than flying on a hoverboard. So much easier. Steven bends low over his sky manta's neck (he may have privately named her Taweret, after her soft gray color and tendrils that twitch like hippo ears) as she drifts over the city. It helps that he has a handy little spell for speaking with animals, and she seems to like that.
It's awfully high up, though, which has him holding very tight to the saddle, rather than letting the fliers fall as often as he should. He gets the idea that Taweret finds this somewhere between annoying and amusing.
He nudges her gently closer to the nearest other rider. "Does it look like it's going to rain, to you?" he asks, a bit nervously.
AIII. The Dangerous Skies - Marc
Someone is shooting at him. They're flying through the sky in driving rain and someone is shooting at him. They're flying. Disoriented for a moment, switching in at a very inopportune moment, Marc clings to the saddle, trying to find if Steven even brought a damn gun on this thing, while the manta underneath him is zig-zagging around, possibly trying to avoid being shot, possibly trying to rid itself of the rider who is very much not Steven.
He finds the gun, turns around, and fires through the sheets of rain, taking out the engine of the flying bike following them, and the flying pancake gives a wild buck at the sound. "Stop it!" he growls, trying not to get thrown off.
BI. Casing the Place - Marc
Honestly, Marc's been wanting to get into the nearest big city for a while. He sits in diners with the local equivalent of coffee while he takes in how the locals move, he walks the streets with apparent purpose while he maps the streets and times deliveries and security patrols, he stops in a shop or two to buy a knick-knack for Layla or a book for Steven or a bit of interesting Tech for, well, Tech. Steven even prompts him once to buy a cat toy for Codi.
But mostly he's watching, whether arm in arm with Layla or pointing out interesting sights to whoever else he's patrolling with. "That's a good street to hide an evac truck," he murmurs once. Or maybe, "Camera on that corner, and a security spell on that shop's window." Or even, "That smells great," when they pass a pastry shop, tilting his head in that direction.
C. What He Always Does - Marc
As has become almost a regular job for him, since arriving here, Marc leads small groups of people through the city, along routes he's worked out with headquarters, and occasionally on his own outside their plans when things seemed too hot any other way. He doesn't move through the city like a native, not yet, but he does move through it like someone who has memorized a lot of routes through it in specific areas, right down to where shadowed alleys are for hiding in or when a supply truck will be blocking that street when they need to cross.
He gets them to the waiting cars, trucks, and vans. "Go, go," he tells the driver, swinging into the front seat. He'll go back in once he's seen this batch safely past the outskirts of the city, but for now he's riding along.
Marc+Steven | Mission A, BI, C
"Oh, wow. Oh, hello." Steven is staring with a kind of awestruck amazement at the sky manta butting her nuzzle up against his outstretched hand, at one of the advertised flying lessons. "I think she likes me?"
He looks up at the nearest potential sky rider with a bright smile as he gingerly strokes the top of the creature's head and one of her whisker-tendrils coils around his wrist. "Look, I think she likes me!"
AII. Better at Flying - Steven
This is so much easier than flying on a hoverboard. So much easier. Steven bends low over his sky manta's neck (he may have privately named her Taweret, after her soft gray color and tendrils that twitch like hippo ears) as she drifts over the city. It helps that he has a handy little spell for speaking with animals, and she seems to like that.
It's awfully high up, though, which has him holding very tight to the saddle, rather than letting the fliers fall as often as he should. He gets the idea that Taweret finds this somewhere between annoying and amusing.
He nudges her gently closer to the nearest other rider. "Does it look like it's going to rain, to you?" he asks, a bit nervously.
AIII. The Dangerous Skies - Marc
Someone is shooting at him. They're flying through the sky in driving rain and someone is shooting at him. They're flying. Disoriented for a moment, switching in at a very inopportune moment, Marc clings to the saddle, trying to find if Steven even brought a damn gun on this thing, while the manta underneath him is zig-zagging around, possibly trying to avoid being shot, possibly trying to rid itself of the rider who is very much not Steven.
He finds the gun, turns around, and fires through the sheets of rain, taking out the engine of the flying bike following them, and the flying pancake gives a wild buck at the sound. "Stop it!" he growls, trying not to get thrown off.
BI. Casing the Place - Marc
Honestly, Marc's been wanting to get into the nearest big city for a while. He sits in diners with the local equivalent of coffee while he takes in how the locals move, he walks the streets with apparent purpose while he maps the streets and times deliveries and security patrols, he stops in a shop or two to buy a knick-knack for Layla or a book for Steven or a bit of interesting Tech for, well, Tech. Steven even prompts him once to buy a cat toy for Codi.
But mostly he's watching, whether arm in arm with Layla or pointing out interesting sights to whoever else he's patrolling with. "That's a good street to hide an evac truck," he murmurs once. Or maybe, "Camera on that corner, and a security spell on that shop's window." Or even, "That smells great," when they pass a pastry shop, tilting his head in that direction.
C. What He Always Does - Marc
As has become almost a regular job for him, since arriving here, Marc leads small groups of people through the city, along routes he's worked out with headquarters, and occasionally on his own outside their plans when things seemed too hot any other way. He doesn't move through the city like a native, not yet, but he does move through it like someone who has memorized a lot of routes through it in specific areas, right down to where shadowed alleys are for hiding in or when a supply truck will be blocking that street when they need to cross.
He gets them to the waiting cars, trucks, and vans. "Go, go," he tells the driver, swinging into the front seat. He'll go back in once he's seen this batch safely past the outskirts of the city, but for now he's riding along.