annexedlogs | September Catch-All [OTA]

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!

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Threaded | Flat

It’s been a while since the Doctor has had anyone interested in really hearing about his travels. He might grumpy and cynical but the eagerness was definitely enough to feed his ego and hey, what was better than sharing some knowledge about an old friend that may or may not at one point have wanted to take him as her king?

When Steven arrives, he’ll find the Doctor mulling over some books about magic alongside a steaming hot pot of tea looking completely bewildered at something and really not paying any mind to his surroundings.

Edited 2022-09-18 07:13 (UTC)

It's kinda nice, how many people she's found who're willing to do a little bit of sparring with her, so she can keep on her toes and not go all soft in this place. The guy hadn't seemed super confident about it or nothing but she's willing to go a little easy on him so he can learn whatever it is he needs to know.

When she gets to the gym, she's wearing a white tank top and a pair of pink sweatpants rolled down a couple times at the waist, a pair of white runners, her hair tied up in low pigtails so as not to get in the way. When he waves at her, she's pleasantly surprised - he's a good-looking guy who's not in piss poor shape or nothing.

"Heya! Sorry I'm a little late, had to go number two." she announces, loud enough that most of the gym can hear her, and crosses the gym toward him, grinning, "Harley's just fine, no need for politeness."

"An eye may be powerful in and of itself." Says the scantily-clad man who gouged his own eye out to keep it from falling into enemy hands-- or ending up for sale on discount. The former is a far more dangerous fate, but the latter is insulting.

Marc/Steven don't know who Rokuro is, and have no real reason to heed his words, however the bandages concealing his right eye-socket do speak to some experience on the matter.

Rokuro picks up the jar, holding it up to his still-functional left eye to observe more closely. "That said, I do not feel any 'magic' emanating from this eye. If you are looking for power I would search elsewhere." The reagent seller doesn't appear too pleased with this statement, and grabs the floating eyeball back at the soonest opportunity.

If Marc/Steven come back later they might find the same eye still available for an additional 25% off. You're (They're?) welcome.

Layla's eyeing the tower, calculating distance and angle for perhaps the dozenth time. She's working on memory for the terrain, not about to stick her neck out before it's time, but that's fine, that's familiar. It's more exposed than she likes, but it's not the first time she's had to deal with physical infiltration under less than ideal circumstances.

At least it isn't raining, and there are no dogs.

She glances towards Marc when he addresses her, and smiles, a quick flash of assurance. "Ready," she says. "See you on the other side."

If there is, perhaps, something just a little bit strained in her smile, in her voice, surely it's just the fact that they're dealing with still-unfamiliar enemies with unpredictable powers. Surely.

wild card - hare & hammer

baby's first sparring

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