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Siena Harper, Redbird. (birdinfishnets) wrote in beyond_crisis, @ 2011-01-31 01:38:00

JACE TRESSER | Mission planning with the Justice League has finished. Team A has their target, and Team B... vaguely knows the plan. Jace Tresser will fill them in on the details when the time comes, because now, he has to go sort these details out. He walks into the elevator and leans against the back wall with his arms folded, waiting for his escort to join him.

REDBIRD | Redbird wasn’t going to let this man out of her sight as long as he was on the Satellite. She volunteered to escort him to the teleport bay to make sure that he wasn’t creeping around the Satellite after the meeting... but she might also have other personal motivations. She steps into the elevator, punching the button to take them to the right level and the doors slide closed.

Facing forward, she tries not to smirk at the thought of bashing his head into the doors now that they were in an elevator car. What she wants to ask him keeps her from acting on any vengeful impulse. She folds her arms across her chest as she looks at the floor indicator. “You’re lucky we didn’t open fire the moment you stepped into the room.” It’s her version of small talk.

JACE TRESSER | Tresser will smirk for Redbird then. “It’s not luck. Your seating arrangement prevents any of your shooters from taking any immediate shots at the door. I wasn’t in any real danger.” He stays where he is at the elevator begins moving downward, leaning against the wall.

REDBIRD | Redbird snorts. “I’ll alert Flash that we should change that, thanks.” For the next surprise visitor the League will have to entertain. She looks from the floor indicator to him in the reflection in the elevator doors. “You were trained by Connor Hawke and you did favors for Roy Harper.” Redbird wasn’t sure exactly how to word her questions so she’ll start by stating what has been established in her mind.

JACE TRESSER | “That so?” is all Tresser has to say in response to that.

REDBIRD | She watches him, her eyes narrowing as she mulls over what exactly to ask. She wanted to know more but Roy and Connor were a sensitive topic for her. “Care to share with the class?”

JACE TRESSER | “Share what? You lost me.” Unlike Redbird, Tresser isn’t taking the time to mull over what he has to say. What he has to say is pretty simple. What’s she talking about?

REDBIRD | She inhales carefully and pushes aside violent urges. “How well did you know them?”

JACE TRESSER | Tresser chuckles to himself. “Wow, Roy was one crazy old guy. I spent a week having it out with him in Santa Prisca back when I was just a little agent. I think he was down there working off some favor he owed someone. It’s a complicated story. He won. I lost and woke up naked on a beach with an embarrassing fresh tattoo.” Those were good times. “It’s too bad he isn’t still around. I thought the funeral was very nice, though. A lot of people showed. That was good.”

REDBIRD | Redbird’s expression changes as Tresser relayed his story about her grandfather, going from annoyed to something far less angry. When he mentions the funeral, her eyes dart from his reflection to her own. He was at the funeral. There were so many people there and she was dealing with family so she couldn’t keep track of anyone -- much less know everyone -- that had attended. She tries to think back to that year and do the math of meeting David Lawlor. She looks down as they reach their floor. She blinks as the doors open and steps out. “And Connor?” It came out sharper than intended but to move away from Roy for a moment.

JACE TRESSER | Tresser gives Redbird a clueless shrug before pushing off the elevator wall. He steps out and past her. “Connor?”

REDBIRD | She watches him past her and her mouth hangs open slightly. He didn’t know Connor? When fighting David Lawlor before his escape, that was the one thing took away from that. “When we were fighting on the roof before you disappeared, you countered one of my moves. Something I and only a few other people know -- that we learned from Connor Hawke who developed it. And you’re saying you don’t know him?” Then how the hell did he get invited to their special little club?

JACE TRESSER | Tresser keeps walking despite Redbird apparently missing a step. He does technically know the way. “I know a lot of different things from being a lot of different people. I really couldn’t tell you where I picked up all my moves from. Maybe you showed it to me before.” He glances over his shoulder at her with what is becoming a characteristic smirk. “I think you’re reading too much into me taking you down. Bruise your ego a little?”

REDBIRD | She forgets his story about Roy and remembers how annoying he can be. She narrows her eyes at him as she follows after him. “You drugged me. Hardly counts as ‘taking me down’ if you have to resort to that,” she points out, falling in step behind him. If he hadn’t given her that sedative, Redbird would’ve easily beaten him. Let her make that absolutely clear.

JACE TRESSER | “The drug takes effect fast and burns off fast. You were fine.” Tresser will just take away that excuse, if Redbird doesn’t mind. He shrugs as he walks. “I will concede that you might have been a little exhausted, though.”

REDBIRD | Redbird’s face felt a little hotter as she has to remind herself she can’t just incapacitate him and dump him out the airlock. She was pretty sure Flash would give her a lecture about that, as much as he can lecture. “Fine then, you got lucky.” She referred back to her original point -- if she was on top of her game during their fight, he would’ve not stayed standing. “Next time, you won’t get that chance.”

JACE TRESSER | “Next time, huh?” Tresser walks into the teleporter bay and heads over to the controls first, where he inputs the exact coordinates he needs to be sent to. “It’s a date, pretty eyes. After the op, though.” He hops up onto the platform and watches Redbird with that smirk.

REDBIRD | If he weren’t on the platform ready to take off, Redbird would’ve launched herself at him and started punching him in the face. She doesn’t bother to clarify she meant the next time they were fighting. She was dying for a chance to finish kicking his ass. She glances at the control, wishing there was something to press to make him disappear faster. “Don’t get your hopes up.” If there’s a next time, it won’t be that kind of date.