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Bart Allen/Impulse (the_breakneck) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-01 00:33:00

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bart allen, complete, day four, yuna

WHO: Bart/Impulse, his kitty cat and ANYONE who want to join them.
WHAT: An arrival that involves an annoyed cat and a speedster who could lose his cool and punch someone at any given moment?
WHEN: Day 4, Late night.
WHERE: The center of the city.
RATING: Nothing above PG-13.

At twenty three pounds, trying to move Bast when she didn’t want to go anywhere could be a difficult task. She was as stubborn as her boy and when she sunk her claws into the carpet and refused to move, Bart inwardly cringed and looked in through the open door, at the shredded bed sheet, the blankets that had been thrown onto the floor. “That’s not our room, and I’m pretty sure Victor doesn’t appreciate you ruining his stuff,” he hissed close to the cat’s ear, raised high and drawn back close to her head. She looked—glared—back at him with yellow eyes. She didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t know what he was talking about, clearly.

Sighing, Bart looked away before putting his hands underneath of her and pulling upward, away from the floor, effectively detaching her claws and at the same time, earning her disproval. Her growl vibrated through her chest and he smiled victoriously down at her, not caring that he had managed to piss her off in a matter of seconds.

Cradling her to his chest, he stepped away from the threshold and… blinked. “If the lights just went out I blame you.” Bast had no reply for him, but she squirmed against him and cocked her head to one side, growled again. “Don’t worry. I’ll tell everybody we got lost on the way to the kitchen. They’ll believe me.” She hissed. He rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be such a bitch. I didn’t do anything.” Except maybe he did and just didn’t know it yet. Perhaps he accidentally ran them to… Mexico (or whatever this place was) without realizing it. And perhaps Elvis was really alive and working at McDonald’s and Martha Stewart was a fairy princess from the North Pole. So many things were possible, but that didn’t mean that he was going to shrug and believe whatever ridiculous thought popped into his head.

This wasn’t his doing. He couldn’t do something like this, couldn’t be in one place one second and in another the next without consciously moving himself. For all he knew, this was Luthor’s fault (Luthor, who was supposed to be dead). For all he knew, this had been brought on by one of his stupid, freakish, no-mind-of-their-own minions, by somebody who could take him and… Do what? Slit his throat? Make him talk? Sure. If they could catch him first. And catching him was no easy task.

Not unless he was inattentive, dazed, hurt.

All of a sudden he was alert, active, guarded, wide eyed and anxious all at once. He turned around in a circle and went silent, as did Bast, the cat who could tell by the human’s stiffening that something had gone wrong. Terribly wrong. He pushed the red hood down further, stared out through the dark lenses of his sunglasses. Impulse's guise made him feel safer, somehow less vulnerable.

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lady_summoner
2009-04-02 01:30 am UTC (link)

The ball had been... interesting. To say the least. It was the best word she could find, though, to explain it. She'd done her best, used her strongest attack against the King who had brought her here, and yet he was unscathed. Somehow, she knew if only her friends had been by her side, she would have done better. But they weren't, and she had to get back to them, and there was no way to do that if they weren't here... and around in circles her mind went.

After taking her leave of Professor Snape, who had been very kind, really, for him, she headed out. Her thoughts wouldn't slow down, and she knew that walking could help. Of course, what would help more was being in a familiar setting, but that wasn't to be, obviously. In Besaid, or even along the serene Moonflow river, she would have been at peace in moments. Here, it took longer. Even as she reached the city, she wasn't calmed down yet.

Still dressed in her formal kimono, but not wearing the mask anymore, the summoner made her way over the trampled grass. No one else was around, and though she didn't mind the company of others, she thought it might be best in this case that everyone else was at the bar or just simply somewhere else.

But suddenly, that wasn't true anymore. She wasn't alone. She clutched her staff tightly in her head, any number of Aeons ready to be called at her command, but she wasn't a rash person, really. So she stood very still and looked around. Where had that noise come from? She thought it was the center of town, so, following her ears, she rushed over to see what was going on.

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the_breakneck
2009-04-02 02:21 am UTC (link)

Bast thrashed her back leg against him, uneasy, riled. Not bothering to look down at her but taking the kick as a sign that she wanted down, he allowed her to drop gently to the ground, where she landed gracefully, silently. She wasn’t going to go anywhere. She knew better than to run off and he didn’t have to worry about losing her in a… city, place, trap, that he wasn’t familiar with. As he guessed she would, she entwined herself around his leg and intently watched the area in front of her.

What he needed to do was move. There was nobody here, no one that he could see, nobody within his line of sight. Bart wasn’t afraid. He’d been snatched up before, had been interrogated and made to run until he was nearly positive he wasn’t going to get out alive. This wasn’t the same. He hadn’t been hurt. Not yet. He wasn’t being backed into a corner. No one was talking to him. Not one threat had been thrust upon him. It was the scenery that brought out the worry, not a person.

The communication brought in by his earpiece was gone. He could hear a subtle burst of static and then nothing. The voice that might have come from Green Arrow didn’t exist here. The static erupted and he didn’t need to speak, didn’t need to think about it. He could talk into the communication link and he would get no feedback, no instructions, no assurance. He was used to having someone’s voice in his ear whenever he was in the attire associated with Impulse and the absence was emptying. He wanted the noise back.

He saw her coming prior to hearing her. His eyes narrowed in her direction, concealed by the glasses, hidden. She didn’t look intimating. She didn’t seem threatening. But you could never be sure by appearance alone, could you? He watched her like a hawk, didn’t say anything.

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lady_summoner
2009-04-02 03:01 am UTC (link)

The first thing she saw was the cat. She wasn't sure why. There were plenty of other things around. Perhaps it was just that it was moving, or that the low light around was reflecting off it's eyes. She paused, looking around more. She hadn't seen a cat here yet, and it interested her. And, also, made her wonder who would bring the animal in, because she somehow didn't see Jareth bringing in housepets now.

So she noticed that the cat was around someone's leg, and the grip on her staff tightened. She stopped in her tracks for a moment, and then approached, but slower and more cautiously. She was ready to summon, but wasn't going to assume she needed to. When she was a short distance away, she spoke. Though nervous and unsure, her voice was simply soft, but didn't show any of that. She just sounded very, very polite.

"Hello. You weren't at the ball?" She looked at the expression on his face, and sort of thought he might be new. But she tried not to assume anything. "You're not wearing a fancy outfit like everyone else was." She eyed him carefully, not really being used to meeting new people on her own, or even talking at all. Finally, she spoke again.

"You have a lovely cat." Though big, she noticed. Very big. Maybe it was the sort of thing that was normal wherever this man was from. She pulled short her thoughts with a low bow, though she held onto her staff the entire time, unwilling to lose the security it provided. "Forgive me, please. I am Yuna."

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the_breakneck
2009-04-02 03:49 am UTC (link)

The hybrid had been a gift. Somewhere there was a young woman in Mexico that he’d pulled out of a lab in Tlalpan. He’d gone back into the city with her and it was there that he’d sat on the steps of her parent’s front porch, waving a string in front of a swatting kitten. The woman was so thankful that she’d pushed the baby animal into his arms and insisted that he take it home with him, wherever home was. There’d always been cats in the house while he was growing up and feeling homesick, he’d taken this one and shrugged when Victor looked at him like he’d grown a second head. He could be doting and sentimental. He wasn’t a complete brat. And besides, it wasn’t as if he’d brought a tiger back with him, despite Victor telling Oliver that Bart’s kitten had grown into a demented predator who ripped his things to shreds because she thought it was funny.

More like a dog than a cat nowadays, the Savannah at his feet relaxed despite the human above her staying wary. A questioning brow rose at the mention of a ball. He certainly didn’t have any knowledge of a ball, or of anything going on around here, really. It wasn’t what he expected her to say to him. He’d expected her to be apathetic, to bark out some kind of demand, a take me to your leader command that would earn her a smartass reply and a stubborn refusal to corporate.

Confusion was one thing that was going to draw out a humane response instead of a snapping retort. “I don’t do fancy outfits,” he said, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation, an idea that didn’t sound so daunting.

“A Savannah. They’re like this fancy cat for… rich people,” he finished lamely. This was not a dream. Definitely not. It was too real to be anything but reality. It was weird and Bart’s dreams were never weird. They never had this much detail.

It made him feel better, being told her name, knowing what it was. “I’m—” He started, stopped, glanced down and then back up again. “Impulse. The name’s Impulse.” Not Bart. Where he came from, you didn’t tell somebody your normal, everyday name when you were running around in a costume meant to hide your identity. Could turn out to be a big mistake.

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lady_summoner
2009-04-03 12:28 am UTC (link)

His explanation didn't exactly make Yuna understand any more than she had before, but despite that, she rose from her bow and nodded slowly. She would pretty much rather do anything than be impolite, so she just decided that she didn't really need to know. "I see." She didn't, of course, but saw no need to go into that. One thing, at least, was becoming clear to her. The more she watched him, the more nearly sure she was he was new.

But, again, she wasn't one to assume. So she stood a fair distance off and watched him, before deciding that the easiest thing to do to make sure of it all was just to ask. Though it wasn't like her to be overly nosey about anyone else's affairs, if he was new, she needed to help him. So, though she spoke softly and somewhat hesitantly, she was also clear.

"I don't mean to pry but... are you a new arrival? If you aren't, I'm very sorry for asking. You just look a little..." Confused, but she was too polite to say that, so she just shook her head. "If you are, I can help. I haven't been here long, but I can show you around a little bit, and try to explain." She looked at him anxiously, hoping that he wasn't taking offense to her offer, or thinking her presumptuous.

"Hello, Impulse." It was an odd name, and actually the name of one of her Aeon Bahamut's attacks, but she'd met all sorts of people that were called strange things, to her. So she took it in stride, and then continued to watch him anxiously. Would he accept her offer? She hoped so, hoped she hadn't offended.

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