Who: Ava & Blytech What: Dropping off clothes for armor & meeting each other When: After this Where: Bathos Warnings: None!! (:
Ava had glanced through her wardrobe quickly, pulling out a pair of jeans that fit her well but were worn and faded and ripped along the knee. Usually she just wore them when she was feeling lazy and wanted to wear something comfortable out, but she supposed it was only right that they'd be sacrificed for a better cause. Her shirts took a bit longer--she didn't really wear super-fitted shirts, so it was a challenge to find one that wasn't a tank top of some sort. Finally, she found a turtleneck that was buried in her drawer--it used to be too big, but it'd been so long since she'd worn it that now it was perfect on her.
Tossing the clothes into a small workout bag, she swung it over her shoulders and then started to head out. With a slight pause, she backtracked and grabbed the comm and a gun. Remembering the night she'd been randomly called to help bust the drug deal, she figured she couldn't be too prepared.
Walking to Bathos took a shorter amount of time than she'd expected, given her brisk pace. She made it to the seventh floor with no issue, finding the door number he'd listed as his own and hesitating for a moment. What if he was some psycho killer? But he couldn't be, because she'd heard from another vigilante about him. So he was reliable. WIth this thought in mind, she knocked on his door, waiting for a few moments until he opened it.
Damn, he looked like he was her age. She'd been expecting some middle-aged supersmart PhD or something. Looking a little taken aback, she blinked twice before remembering to introduce herself. "Oh. Hey, I'm Ava," she said, shooting him a smile and reaching for a handshake.