4089/Sparks

Sparks
Date of Scene:	10 November 2020
Location:	Kokuma's Warehouse
Synopsis:	Nightwing and Kokuma have a wee bit of a heart to heart during their night consultation meeting.
Cast of Characters:	Dick Grayson, Kokumo Adebesi

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Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson has made his way to New York City on other business first, meeting with the titans and that sort of thing. But he finds free time to go to the address Koko gave him during their encounter not so very long ago. She'd said to give her a week and he pretty much had. He thought. He didn't actually remember what day it had been when they met.

He's wearing his costume and mask, slipping down around the back of the building to the service entrance. He stares up into the security camera and gives a little wave, knocking on the door demonstrably. He could break in easily, but that seems like a good way to get tased and, hey, he is just here to visit.

Kokumo Adebesi has posed:
It had been a long few weeks. There were a few projects lined up that Koko had to do, but she still took a huge chunk out of her day to work up something for Nightwing. It was exciting, she gets to make something for a superhero. Wait.. was he super? Did he have powers like her? Had to.. they all had to, really.

The banging on the door has her looking up from her drafting table, pushing the chair back to glance towards the monitors. Seeing Nightwing upon the screen, she buzzes him in without a word, then slides back over towards the table. It was a mess. Papers everywhere, some graphed some not. Rulers of all types and various tools of mathematics were scattered about as well. Red, blue, green and black pencils were spilled across the top. She was pretty busy.

The warehouse itself was vast. It looks -almost- like an auto mechanics shop, but there were arms that hung from the ceiling to grip, computers lined against the wall, platforms of varying sizes along the floor. It looked like a death trap really, but there was a stairway that leads to a metal platform that houses the many rooms/offices that are seemingly vacant save for one.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson wasn't likely to judge anyone for clutter. He'd always been a messy kid, and then suddenly he had a butler that ironed his sheets and laid out fresh clothes for him. Of course, he lived on his own now, but he was so rarely actually in his apartment that he didn't get much chance to accumulate mess. If he did, he'd likely have the usual bachelor pad type of place that smelled of old socks and pizza.

Nightwing looks around, careful where he walks, not wanting to brush into anything or mess things up, "Do you have an office or a...lounge or something where we can meet? So I'm not terrified of having my head crushed by an exotic chassis?"

Kokumo Adebesi has posed:
Koko was aware of Nightwing's presence, she just wasn't going to look up yet. She was just putting in the final touches when.. the paper was soon snatched from the surface, balled up, and tossed upon the floor. "Sure!" She finally says, all chippy. She did have most of the drawings up in the office anyways.. or.. well, what could be considered a lounge room.

"Oh, don't worry. Nothing is going to bust out and grab you. Everything here is automated and it moves when I tell it to. Or.. whomever decides to work in here." She kept her own secrets.. really.

She leads him towards the stairs and into the main area, a lounge with a few ratty couches and a few laptops that are strewn across one. She chooses that one, swiping one aside before she flumps down, letting out a bit of a relieved sigh. "I was hunched over for a -while- now.." She comments idly. "Oh, so business. I don't want to keep you waiting. Did you figure out which path you're going to take? Brand new, ground up? Or take the old and teach it new tricks?"

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson raises an eyebrow, "I do have a certain amount of experience in massage and chiropractic things. I could even get licensed if I want. You have to learn to do what you can in my line. I've spent many a night battered bad enough I didn't feel like walking for days," he says.

"I think I want to do something ground up. Something that's for me. I won't be able to take anything altered or enhanced to, uh, my mentor's place. He'll want to vet anybody who supplies and, while I'm sure you'd pass, I like having you to myself for now."

Kokumo Adebesi has posed:
Koko shakes her head, she really didn't want to put him out. As in, make him do things when she's here to work for him. "It'll work itself out, I just need to walk a bit." So.. on to it.

As he expresses his desire, her nose wrinkles at the last part. It wasn't as if she didn't want to meet the mentor, but she felt like she'd be tossed to her doom or.. worse. "Oooh.. yeah let's not for now." She comments, sitting upright so that she could bring her knees together to place the laptop atop of them. "So, ground up is a lot better, that way you still have something to ride while I work." She brings up the screen, using the touch pad to scroll, her fingers working quick enough to produce results. "So.. fair warning, I can say it could be about a month? A month and a half? I'm not one of those.. special people who could do things at a snap. I really hope that's okay. I want to get everything right so that you don't get killed."

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson smiles, "I said take your time before and I meant it. Like you said, I'm not lacking a ride and I want you to be able to take pride in your work and feel like you can do the job you need without me breathing down your neck. Money is not an issue in the least. Your budget is...pretty much unlimited," he says.

"I take it from your comments about the machines out there that you have some sort of...connection to them?"

Kokumo Adebesi has posed:
"Good, I'm glad." Koko smiles, her eyes now focusing upon the computer to tap in a few items. She was already building a list of things that she would need, preparing to make an invoice for him to pay so that she could order. His question takes her off guard, though, and she nearly stops typing, but responds nonchalantly.

"You sort of have to, if you want to be in the line of work I'm in and be good enough to be a rumor."

She grins, then slowly stands. "Okay, so this place is big enough for you to ride around and get a feel of -my- bike. Tell me how she treats you, how you feel with her. Tell me if she's too heavy or too light. And don't be afraid to be a lil bit rough. It's all party of the process. Cool?"

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson nods, "Cool. Any booby traps I should be wary of? I don't want to be tooling around and then brush a secret trigger and get launched through the roof. I mean, I can manage some pretty sweet gymnastics, but that might test even my ability to land on my feet," he says.

"And I'm not prying. You can have your secrets if you like. It's just that I've been around a lot of superhuman people in my time, so I'm someone you can talk to about it if you need to talk about it."

Kokumo Adebesi has posed:
"Do you want booby traps?" Koko grins as she stands, folding up her laptop and grabbing her tablet. "But no. It's.." Her eye twitches a little. "..custom in a sense that it bends how you need it to. For instance.." She moves to the stairs, going down. "Hard lean right is just a hard lean right. The center axis of the bike picks it up and calculates and attempts to anticipate your next move. -However-, lean any -further- than an acute angle in any direction she'll transform. Wheel's remain on the ground, the body will shift into a living platform. You can either walk on it, lay on it if you're being an asshole in an attempts to be all Fast and Furious.. or you can use it to leap onto another person... which ever.." Once she was in the middle of the warehouse, she gestures off towards the corner. In said corner, various bikes that look normal, and are.. yet some deconstructed and broken down. There were also a few cars, nothing sporty or fancy. Koko literally has a Prius.

But secrets? "Eh."

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson listens to her describing the bike's capabilities, already starting to imagine or configure different things he could do with his impressive and almost preternatural acrobatic abilities. He gives a whistle, "I might have a few boobies in mind," he says with a grin. "Always good to protect your property. Weapons, too, might be in order. Something that can launch these, maybe," he says, pulling out one of his trademark wingding shuriken and lazily flicking it into a nearby piece of exposed wood. "I can supply as many as you need."

Kokumo Adebesi has posed:
Koko wrinkles her nose cutely, then just breaks into a laugh. Her hand moves to her back pocket, digging out a fob which was soon tossed to Nightwing in trade of retrieving the shuriken. "Wow.." She says quietly. "So if I need a thousand you got that too?" Shit. They really -weren't- kidding.

She wasn't going to tell him that she's never really made any type of weaponry before, for right now her eyes were nearly stars in excitement. "So.. are you superhuman?" Cause, why not. He went there, and she's continuing it.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson nods and raises an eyebrow, "Welcome to superhero life. I don't know that I'd need a thousand, that' sa lot of mass to add and mess witht he weight of the thing, but...y'know, a good solid clip to fire off, for sure.

He shakes his head, "Not that I know of. Just athletic and well-trained. Good genetics combined with sharpening my body into a weapon since I was in middle school."

Kokumo Adebesi has posed:
Koko had to laugh, then gestures towards the bike. "I was kidding. You can't put one thousand in there. But.. for practicality sake.." She was thinking. "Possibly twenty... we'll go from there after a month long trial run.." Now she was moving towards her consoles, using a table to prop up her laptop and her tablet.

"You remind me of my friend, we called him Dash. Anyways, we grew up together. I think around five or six, his dad made him attend Tae Kwon Do. When I was taking shit apart, he was taking people apart at the age of sixteen. Won a few regionals too.."

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson smiles. Obviously, his level of combat would make Dash the Tae Kwan Do Boy look like a large overcooked potato, but he's not going to talk shit aobut her childhood friend. Why would he brag anyway? He knows how much butt he can kick and, while he's a show off, he's not a crass one.

"Dash, huh? Not bad as far as codenames go. People might think you've got super speed, though."

Kokumo Adebesi has posed:
"Nah. His real name was Dasher. He was named after a stupid reindeer!" She cracks up laughing, still punching up a bit on the screen. "Anyways, last I heard, he became a dentist, which is pretty chill from what I thought he'd be doing." She nods her head. "Like a cop for a fire fighter.." She gestures towards the bike. "Get on."

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson climbs on the bike, "I thought about being a cop for a while. Even signed up for the Academy. But...it's not what I wanted it to be. They acted more like soldiers than anything. I'm not a soldier. Something I sometimes have to remind others in the cape business," he says. He fires up the engine and revs it a little for his amusement, letting off the brake and starting to shift into gear.

Kokumo Adebesi has posed:
"Being a cop is tragic." She calls out over the roar of the bike. "Superheroes more so.." She says that one under her breath, shifting views to her tablet now. She presses a program which brings about the console of the bike, unlocking it so that if needed, Nightwing could poke around. It does record his overall weight, which she jots down for future reference.

"I bet its hard to have a social life, living the way you do."

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson nods, "I know good cops, which I know is a cliche, but I really do. But the system's fucked up, they'll be the first ones to tell you. But I tell them to stay in it and try and make it better. It's hard. Gotham's been corrupt for a hundred years, you can't just wash it away easily."

He tools aroud for a while, getting used to the controls and finally sliding to a stop. "Most of my friends are costumes like me, but it does get...messy. A lot of them I grew up with,t hey're more like siblings," he sighs. "And yeah, not a lot of time."

Kokumo Adebesi has posed:
"I see. The sun really doesn't catch that city quite right.." A bad joke, sure. But she will take him for at his word. If the city was that corrupt that they needed the likes of Nightwing? Well...

As he gets used to the bike, she watches the console on the tablet, then him, nodding a bit. She was taking notes, keeping his riding style in consideration, the way he holds the bike and even his center. "Yeah.." She murmurs quietly. "..I can't say that I relate, I mean.. I choose to do this." She gestures around. "And it's not to say that you didn't choose your life but it is what you want, right?"

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson runs a hand through his long, dark hair, shaking it out a little bit, "Don't get me wrong, I've thought about that. Did I choose this? Is this who I want to be? I'm not sure I have an easy answer. It felt like I did this because I wanted to, but...I was thirteen years old. I'd just lost my entire family in...a flash. Thirty seconds maybe. Five people dead. My mom, my dad, my sisters, my brother. And me left behind and in a strange place with strange people and the person I found to help me was someone who was...like me. Hurt like me. Angry like me. And he taught me how to use that anger," he says.

He shakes it off for a moment, "Sorry, didn't mean to...anyway, I'm not really complaining. I have a good life. And I think I do good in the world."

Kokumo Adebesi has posed:
Koko stops writing. In fact, almost all of her attention is on Nightwing. She felt bad for him, almost wanting to ask how he lost his family, figuring they aren't too close to even consider broaching that subject. She looks away, not intending to stare, attempting to change the subject with a quick perk up and a smile.

"Ok ok! Since you got a feel for her, I want you to get her to transform. I have the tablet right here.." She picks it up and waves it. "..so if things get a little hinky and you look like you're in trouble, I'll save you."

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson blinks, "Transform, huh? Cool. I feel very Michael Bay right now," he says. He does as she instructs to make the transformation happen, even as he braces himself not exactly knowing what it's going to entail. He should be nervous about 'if you're in trouble', but he's trying to not be too uncool.

Kokumo Adebesi has posed:
That's exactly where she got the idea from! "Remember. Lean to either the right or the left, farther than a sixty degree angle." This time she stands. Her eyes were on the tablet as she walks closer, keeping watch on the progress.

Should he manage to lean that far, he would get a warning that displays on screen. Key points of the bike itself would light up, and soon start to take itself apart to reassemble. The transition was quiet and smooth, not fast as Koko is used to. It's almost as if the bike were teaching HIM how to get used to the new change.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson has incredible nerves. He's been working highwire and trapeze since he was six years old. He can keep himself calm in extraordinary circumstances. Still, it's hard to let go of control and just let the bike do as it does, making himself tense just in case he has to try to spring to safety.

"If you kill me, there's going to be a LOT of people investigating, I'm just warning you," he teases.

Kokumo Adebesi has posed:
Koko laughs as Nightwing hasn't heard before; she was nearly in tears, but she was still careful not to hit the wrong button to send everything haywire. "Oh.. oh god.." She manages to get out. "..if you happen to die, I'll treat your body with respect and care that you deserve. Oh, and I'll even delete your internet history and get rid of your porn mags." She cackles yet again, but grows a bit serious.

"Alright. It looks like you got it.." He's got a good balance, that she can admit. It was actually impressive. "..now, take a few slow steps in any direction you want. She's going to shift and follow the bottom of your feet. Your feet determine the way you want to go with her now that she has your imprint."

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson laughs, "How dare you. I have porn VIDEOS, I'm not some sort of barbarian," he says. "But yes, please, delete those. Especially the Wonder Woman parody. I'm not proud of that," he says.

He moves as she tells him, careful but doing his best. He has precise physical control, at least, that lets him maneuver better than most might manage.

Kokumo Adebesi has posed:
"Ew..." Of course she knew he was kidding, but watching him demo and joke around was just.. probably the best fun she's had all year. "Okay.. now if you want to step off of her, feet straight, shift to the left and hop off. It's that simple. She looks like a flat piece of.." She couldn't even come up with the words.. ".. I don't know, some weird, thick ass hoverboard but.." She grins. "..Bright gets the job done."

She lets out a sigh, and it's a happy one. "So, what do you think? Yours won't be exactly like mine?" Because of the nanite/techno/electro thingado that she does.. "But it'll be damn sweet. Probably even better."

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson finally gets free and puts his hands on his hips, "I can dig it. Yeah, let's do it," he says. He claps his hands together and makes his way over to the designer.

"Don't suppose you've got something to drink? Feeling like a little bit of whiskey or maybe a beer after all that."

Kokumo Adebesi has posed:
"Alright. So, something like mine, but you want a little bit extra. Let's make 'er slim but with compartments to shoot your.." She pulls his shuriken out of her back pocket. "Thinger-thingers.." She snorts, then glances over towards her minifridge. "Uh.. I have a ton of water. I tend to not keep alcohol here.." She wasn't a mad scientist, but holy shit, when she's drunk, the girl can fall over and break stuff. Even herself. "I have a Crystal Light packet I can add to it though?"

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson raises an eyebrow, "A Crystal Light packet? Do I like like Suzanne Somers? I didn't figure you for a tee-totaller, since you were at a bar last week," he says.

He says, "I'll take water. I guess," he teases, hopping up to sit on the edge of a desk.