504/Skyline Sights

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Skyline Sights
Date of Scene: 14 March 2020
Location: Roof
Synopsis: No description
Cast of Characters: Carson Deschain, Jessica Drew




Carson Deschain has posed:
Late at night... really late at night. Carson is suited up in his third string mil-surplus suit, planning to make his rounds while crouching on the edge of the building. He can't stick to walls. No inhuman sense of balance.

But a sixty foot drop to concrete won't even scratch him. So there's that. Psyching himself up was always the difficult part. Unless he ran into someone with something that didn't actually -hit- hit him... well he was fine. Small time work, too. Moral obligations. All if it enough to weigh down on a guy.

Jessica Drew has posed:
(Across the street) A black shadow moves along the roof; the ambient light of the city limning the edge of a thin silhouette. Jessica steps up to the edge of the building and matter of factly seats herself. Unconcerned, she swings her legs, it might as well be a park bench and unpacks a camera from the bag she unslings from her shoulder. Diving back into the shoulder bag, the woman sets a thermos and a sandwich next to it. Night surveillance is far from her favorite thing to do; still, a girl has got to do what she needs to do.

Carson Deschain has posed:
Looking up, for a rare moment looks up, head tilting. Something different about the other roof ledge now. The shape is wrong, he's been out here a while, getting used to the lay of the land.

Brows knit, lips twisted in a frown he stands up first and waves a hand back and forth in a friendly matter, to see if perhaps he can draw attention before taking a more direct route.

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Damn, I need more sleep. How did I not see him?" Jessica hears the light scrape of feet before she sees the figure, no the man, waving at her. Shaking her head in disgust, she flips her hand up in a come along gesture still talking to herself, "Well, if he's a foe will straighten this out fast enough."

Carson Deschain has posed:
Motioned to come over, Carson takes several steps back, bobbing on his knees and even jumping once to let himself fall and then he runs. Faster than a normal human but definitely no speedster.

It's the crossing that takes it out of him. Leaping across the distance with a flash behind him, a cavitation echo as air and everything else is forced away from him so much that the air ripples. Not flying, not so much, but despite landing hard enough to send up dust and pebbles, he doesn't even flex his knees to absorb.

"Hi there!" waving again, "OH! OH! Oh my goodness! You're!" starstruck.

Jessica Drew has posed:
Swinging her legs around to the inside of the parapet to follow his landing, Jessica silently gives a brief nod, head tilted to one side in a not bad gesture. Behind the mask that covers the upper part of her face, she frowns and nearly looks around for who he thinks he recognizes. The frown reaches her generous mouth when she realizes he means her.

"What?" She says sharply, her British accent staccato in displeasure.

Carson Deschain has posed:
Head jerking slightly, a clear sign of a blink with his features covered, his shoulders slump some, "Oh. I. I just. You're Spider-Woman... and..." why is no one ever happy to see him? It's written all over his body language now.

"I just saw you, I was getting ready to go out. Just some street level punk." Carson's thumbs hooking into his belt. "But... Big fan. You and the other Spiders break a lot of physics, so it's interesting to meet you. I'm sorry."

Jessica Drew has posed:
Taking a deep breath, chagrin at the obvious hurt she caused, Jessica bites down on her next words. Another long exhale, "Fan, do you say? Well." Still trying to pedal back on her instant grumpiness, she asks, "And who would /you/ be?"

Carson Deschain has posed:
"Oh. I'm a nobody." motioning to his outfit, such as it is, "I call myself Kinetic... I don't know if I'm going to keep that though. But it fits." a slight perk at the less grumbling address. "But... I mean if you want me to let you be I can. I figure you get hassled all the time, right?" had canting to one side, then the other.

Jessica Drew has posed:
"No," Jessica replies sharply then shakes her with a little intake of breath through her nose. Control. "No," she adds, more gently and pats the parapet before swinging her legs back over the side. "That sounds interesting. Speed is a good thing. Coffee?" The thermos is held up to offer proof of her having such a thing while swinging her legs out into space. "Tell me about it, I'd like to hear."

Carson Deschain has posed:
Head tilting the other way at the sharpness, but he makes no more of it for now as he approaches, "Nah, thank you though. I'm hyped up already... I have some speed, not a lot. I..." he actually moves to take a seat, giving the woman personal space as he does so. "My body absorbs and stores kinetic energy... Not so much converting it to potential - but... like putting it on a leash?" bouncing a little where he sits, trying to rest with his elbows on his knees. "Like, right now? I've got enough stored up that I could probably take a punch from you and my head wouldn't move. Maybe. I don't know your foot pounds per square inch lifting strength. But I've been hit by a train..." head bobbing, doing mental math by the movement of his fingers.

Jessica Drew has posed:
The edge of a smile pulls at Jessica's mouth at the boy's frenetic energy. "Ah. How old are you? If you don't mind my asking." She squints at the unlikely acquaintance looking down into space with her.

"Look. My subject who should be doing the dirty with his girlfriend seems to have been kept home by the wife." She motions to a dark window in the building the man just vacated. "What did you say you were going to do?"

Carson Deschain has posed:
"Me? Twenty four in a couple of months." mask shifting as he speaks, the grin barely visible beneath the fabric. "And you're doing PI work??" surprise clear in his voice at that as he turns slightly to look at the woman.

"And me? I ah... Well I look to stop muggers, assaults. Maybe pull people out of a wreck. Small stuff, but it's important. Some people can't defend themselves." there's a shift in tone, a little firmer, "But someone has to, you know?"

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Yes," she agrees primly, surprise showing in the movement of her head. "I thought you were much younger. I'm not a lot older." It doesn't occur to her to add her age. "It is important to help the ones who can't help themselves. What were you after then this evening?"

Carson Deschain has posed:
"That's the million dollar question. Just the opportunity eh? Go looking for trouble, it finds you. But I'm more than willing to get into a little to help. I dunno how else to say it." there's a tone like Carson is winking beneath the goggles hiding his eyes.

"Maybe you needed help with something? Never know. If nothing else, maybe just a run. Burn off some of this energy."

Jessica Drew has posed:
"The people I've had on the run for the last few weeks have been just that. On the run, haven't seen them for a while. Worrying, actually," she drawls with her very U-accent, kicking her feet like a child. "So nothing on my end of things to chase, tonight. For once. Just trying to earn a living. As you say, a PI. I've had a bit of training that helps me out with that. Hmmmm. A run?"

Carson Deschain has posed:
"Yeah. You know. Moving fast to cover distance. Though I admit I free run as well." Carson chuckles, watching her kick her legs as she does. "Could run into problems, might just get some energy worked off." another chuckle, "I'll promise not to be too adorable while I'm doing it. Otherwise I'm fine to chat - I mean... it's your night out right? All the folks you're after are set and busy."

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Cheeky, aren't you? Do try to /not/ be too adorable," she replies staring off into space. "Well?" Standing she looks down four stories as though examining something dropped at her feet, then crouches to retrieve her equipment, food and coffee packed away. "Where to?"

Carson Deschain has posed:
"Cheeky, are you checkin' me out already?" the top of his mask waggling, clearly his eyebows in motion. "Coney Island?" he rolls backwards onto his shoulders and is up in a hand spring to flip backwards to his feet, arms out. "I admit you might have the swingline advantage, but if I let myself fall off a few buildings I think it'll balance out." rolling his shoulders and doing a few squat stretches.

"I'll buy you a Coney Dog or a Funnel Cake when we get there too, if you like?"

Jessica Drew has posed:
"New Yorker, are you? We will see." The bag is tucked across her midriff. "I don't shoot webs exactly but I can cling pretty well, among other things. Gentlemen first?" She makes a courtly gesture towards the next building. "Not sure I know the way from here, quite honestly."

Carson Deschain has posed:
"I'm from Wisconsin, ma'am. But I know a good dog eh?" Tipping a two finger salute before he drops into a dead run, little bursts of stone from the rooftop gravel popping from beneath his feet as he gets to speed, planting hands on an A/C unit and leap-frogging over it and letting himself drop two stories to the next roof below and hitting without affect, his step barely adjusted as he runs.

Jessica Drew has posed:
Jessica watches his moves for a few seconds before nodding to herself. A leap off the edge of the building and she spreads her arms, webbing not apparent when she's at rest, allowing her to glide.

A crouch absorbs her touchdown next to him. "Wisconsin? I am completely lost with American accents!" Nodding to the next building she takes off, Olympic athletes sprinting out of a running block would be left behind. A jump and she sticks to the side of the building like it was made of adhesive then lightly runs up the side over onto the roof. "Coming?" She calls back?

Carson Deschain has posed:
He's airborn when she hits the building, the force of impact turned to force to launch the man into the air like a shot. "I studied diction! I don't have the accent!" it's true, as far as Americans go he's 'neutral' in his tones.

He doesn't cling to walls as she does, but anything that can be used as a grip for split toed boots or gloved hands is utilized. Flipping up side ways to hook himself up onto a fire escape, a leap to swing from a outcropping, momentum used to run up the side of the building before he lurches and leaps up using a window sill. Some of it assisted, some of it not, making it to the roof at last, Carson calls over.

"So me a favor, give me a good kick, or a punch!" Odd favor.

Jessica Drew has posed:
"You mean that seriously, don't you?" The woman raises a skeptical eyebrow. "I'm quite strong, you know. But I'm not impervious." Jessica makes a correct fist, her eyes wavering between it and his midriff. "If you turn into a brick I don't want to break my hand."

Carson Deschain has posed:
"Don't worry. It doesn't work like that. It's kinda cool I think." mask moving in his grin as he moves to her and squares up. If she does let fly at Carson, face, chest, stomach ... it's odd. There's contact but no follow through. In fact for a member of SHIELD, it's like punching Vibranium - all of the kinetic force dissipated.

Jessica Drew has posed:
Frustration at several days of work not panning out, frustration at feeling at loose ends in this busy city fuel Jessica's willingness to have at him. Faster than the human eye, her fist blurs into action with her considerable force behind it. The punch would break ribs, move organs permanently and fatally.

"Umph!" Straight into his abdomen. She doesn't want to mar the face she hasn't seen yet. Cheeky.

Carson Deschain has posed:
He doesn't move either... well maybe his stomach sinks in a fraction, molding around her fist as the force is soaked up by his cells. No air is knocked out of him and other than that little flex of flesh he doesn't even lean back. But he does tense up after a moment, sucking in a breath.

"OH! Yeah!" without thinking he reaches out to pat her shoulder affectionately, "I like you!" letting out an almost childish laugh before he -runs-. Again those flashes of light under his feet and pebbles being blasted up. He could probably keep up with a sports car suddenly and when he leaps there's enough juice in it that his legs kick and his arms move as if he were running on air, and not arching towards the next rooftop.

Jessica Drew has posed:
Carson's utter absorption of her blow, a blow that would have maimed or killed a normal human startles a laugh from the masked woman. "What? That is utterly marvelous you know! Bravo! I wouldn't mind being able to do that, at all. Shall we?"

The unguarded comment earns a laugh from her. Jessica keeps up, passes him at times. There are only a few in this universe who could do that and not be winded. Her mane of hair is a black wing behind her as she spreads her arms gliding to land then springing into the air with the grace of a spider leaping from leaf to leaf after prey. The frustrations melt on the wind of their play among the roof tops.

Carson Deschain has posed:
There are points where he actively seeks what would cause a normal human injury. But that's the glory of mutation, isn't it? A shorter building comes up next, but rather than simply fall to that he runs strait off to hit the street and then bounce back up like a spring, using only part of the gained energy to attain the next roof.

Once there, he stops. Not a skidding halt, no follow through, not even a lean forward. He stops cold, soaking up all of the force of doing so while he looks to the southern skyline, as if judging next steps.

If she halts next to him, or near at least, he turns and raises a hand - crisp high-five sought! "You know, I had Power Girl hit me to charge up when the Sentinels attacked in Genosha." true story, "That did hurt, later. Bruised three ribs. But -damn- I felt good." he laughs again, "Took three days to run off all that, I couldn't even sleep!"

Jessica Drew has posed:
Her choice is to stay airborne using a fire escape to do a running cling. Arriving next to him, she stops dead in her tracks swaying to absorb the sudden change in momentum. She returns the high five with amusement. "Oh, I say, I imagine Power Girl can pack a punch. I will try to do better next time. I get charged up like that myself." Holding up her hands a faint blue blur obscures them, "Bio-electricity."

Carson Deschain has posed:
"She can, but she's pretty cold. If I had to make a choice I'd pick you over her if I was gonna say who was the better person." grin showing on the mask as he studies her hand blurring. "How does that work? Is it ambient absorbtion? Self generation? Connectivity?" one arm across his chest to cup his elbow in one palm, chin between thumb and forefinger - curiosity piqued for now. Analytical. A scientist?

"I mean if you're willing to let me know. I totally get not wanting to if you don't want to." rocking back and forth on his feet, or just vibrating where he stands.

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Well, we don't know actually," she replies, equally intrigued and unable to deal with his complement. So, she doesn't. "I seem to be a bit of a battery in that regard. So PH? Inner poles the work like a battery charging does? Really. It's an unknown." His inability to stand still is infectious and she unconsciously temples her fingers, still blue and moves her shoulders, a yoga move, faintly recalling Indian temple dancers.

Carson Deschain has posed:
A brief instance of stillness, watching the shoulder movement, none of his features are visible, but there's a distinct sensation of deepening intrigue, "Fascinating." and without further ado he takes off like a shot, calling out as he goes, "So do you like dogs or funnel cakes!?" laughing and clearly the wish to experiment takes him. He leaps again, with enough force that he is taken up several dozen feet while rocketing forward. It's not quiet flying, but it's not quite not.