luke henry ; robin (notjustsidekick) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-03-25 23:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | mary jensen, robin |
Who: Luke Robin and Mercy
What: Testing out his new Bly-made hoverboard.
Where: Somewhere in Seattle.
When: Tonight.
Warnings: TBD, likely none.
Lately it seemed like Luke just couldn't catch a break. Exams were fast approaching, Oracle was still missing, and he'd gotten back into his old routine of spending more time out of the apartment than in it. He was still out every night without fail, and he always spent at least part of his patrol following up on the search for Oracle and anything Mockingbird related. Tonight, however, was different. He was tired of school, tired of worrying so damn much; so he was going to focus on something a little less serious for once. He'd picked up his new suit and hoverboard from Bly a couple days ago and finally decided to find the time to give it a proper test run.
His new suit was fucking badass; charcoal grey with dark red stripes as a sort of nod to the old one, but unlike that suit there was nothing childish or juvenile about this one. He'd updated his mask to fit, in a similar color and sharper rather than rounded as his previous bandit-style one had been, though it still covered the same area and hid his identity as best it could. His gloves and boots were still black, with added sharp ridges that ran along the sides and back; the belt was new as well, with added tricks courtesy of Bly that he hadn't had before. On its own the thing was awesome, but add the hoverboard in and it was like an overload of amazing. There was a button attached to the suit meant to act as the slave link which commanded the hoverboard, like a car and the remote control, and Bly had assured him it would work... most of the time, at least.
He'd chosen an area that was fairly open, behind a series of apartment buildings that seemed quiet enough. The sounds of traffic were distant, and while he kept an open ear for anyone who might be approaching Luke was a little more focused on the task at hand. His current goal was mastering the art of balancing on the board, preferably while it wasn't on the ground, and he found that utilizing his staff in the same sort of way that tightrope walkers did helped to a certain degree. "Oh shit," he breathed, unable to keep from grinning as the board glided forward while it hovered a few feet above the ground. "It's working. I'm doing this." More importantly, he was doing it without falling. "Man, this is so cool!"