September Catch-All [OTA]

[fightingevilbymoonknight]

Who: Marc, Steven, and open!
What: September catch-all, including a mini-mission
When: All month
Where: See prompts
Content Warnings: Nothing for now


I. Shopping trip - Open Markets and Night Market, OTA

Steven is finding their little apartment very drab and dour, so Marc is out trying to find things to brighten it up. Also, to expand their wardrobe a little, since their original foray had been one of desperation rather than strategy, and hadn't had much in it to Steven's taste.

So Marc wanders around the shops, looking kind of touristy but not really minding, picking up this or that to examine curiously, listening for a perk of interest or disinterest from Steven. If anyone he recognizes spots him, he'll wave. "Lookin' for something in particular?" he asks.

Or he'll try to hastily swap places with Steven, if it's one of Steven's handful of tentative friends, which results in a moment of blankness and then some rapid blinking and a, "What?"


II. Baby's First Sparring - Gym, closed to Harley

The promised afternoon, Steven shows up in clothes he doesn't mind getting sweaty, because he fully expects Harley Quinn will wipe the floor with him. Marc has gotten him a pair of poles like what they had in the suit-- truncheons, Marc called them-- so he'd have something familiar, but Marc is refusing point blank to come out and meet her. Something about not liking psychiatrists.

Well, after Doctor Harrow, Steven can't really blame him. So he's the one waiting for Harley outside the gym, waving cheerily once he spots her distinctive pigtails. "Miss Quinn! Hello, over here!"


III. Practice Makes Perfect - Mage's sector, OTA

Marc things the Mage's Sector is... quaint. Steven thinks it's adorable. Which is good, because he spends a lot of time there. Borrowing books, taking lessons twice a week with two different local tutors, and just sitting around people watching and practicing whatever spell he's working on at any given time.

He doesn't pay for reagents much, both not wanting to spend their limited stipend on something he's not really ready for, being still learning very low-level spells that don't require a lot of prep, but he absolutely gawks at them all. "What even is that?" he wonders, staring at a jar with a floating eyeball in it. "It looks like an eye. Is it an eye? What kind of spell wants for an eye, I wonder?"

Or he'll be sitting in the Hare & Hammer, nursing a beer and casting tiny illusions over his table, just for fun. Maybe it's somebody's face, or miniature fireworks, or a hollow bird skull. Okay, that one's probably a little weird.


IV. Mini-Mission - Sabotaging Sensors, OTA

They can see the top of the sensor tower from behind the boulder they're sheltering by, the best cover they have until it's time to run out and set the charges. Marc is the distraction, the cover fire, and to that end is loaded up in body armor and three layers of wool and leather under it just in case it's crappy body armor, a lot of guns, and some spare C4 in case it's necessary. Plus, Steven's hovering behind his eyes, ready to snatch his hands for spell-casting if necessary. And fretting.

(I'm not sure if the mage armor will hold up to bullets.)

"It'll be fine," Marc mutters, hopefully under his breath enough for his current partner in crime to hear it. Then he unholsters his first gun and, louder, asks, "Ready to run for it?"


V. Wildcard!

Anything else you feel like doing? I'm open, just start something, or hit me up at cacopheny on plurk!

Comments

[nutbuckets]

"Aw, good." she says, because most people would be worried about that kind of thing with her, though she has perfect hygiene if she does say so herself. Showers every day and everything. Well, except when she's depressed, but who doesn't neglect their showers when they're depressed?

"I love your accent, by the way." she says, eyes a little wide, but then she's powering on to talk about sparring, "Yeah me neither. I like to stick to hurting people on the field, ya know? Missions and stuff. I guess we could just start by pullin' our punches and see how that works out?"

[fightingevilbymoonknight]

"Thank you," Steven says, a bit uncertainly, mostly because: "Pull our punches. How do you... do that." He's never even heard the term, okay.

He's pretty sure he hears a groan from the nearest reflective surface, which he pointedly ignores. If Marc wants to help, he'll have to actually come out and help. So there.

[nutbuckets]

He sounds a little uncertain about the compliment, but then she realizes it's mostly because he doesn't know what it means to pull punches.

"Oh, you know, punch someone but don't hit them hard, like this." she says, then demonstrates, rounding up for a really hard punch to his face, but only lightly bopping it at the last moment, on the jaw.

"Lets ya practice without actually hurtin' anyone. Ya know?"

[fightingevilbymoonknight]

Well, it's also a kind of weird thing to compliment. But he's much more focused on learning how to do this without hurting anyone. "Okay. So exactly how it sounds, I guess." He's not sure he really knows how to do it, physically, but he'll figure it out. Surely Marc knows, and they've shared skills before.

(Though usually only if Marc is co-fronting, you coward. Shut up.)

"All right. Let's give this a try then!" he rallies, and pushes up his sweatshirt sleeves. "Just be patient if I mess up a bit, yeah?"

[nutbuckets]

It seems like a perfectly normal thing to compliment for her!

"Yeah, pretty much." she says cheerfully, tugging at the waistband of her sweatpants to adjust them a little bit, "Alright!"

When he agrees to give it a try, she falls into a fighting stance like it's second nature, her fists up in front of herself.

"You want me to go first?"