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Coming of Age
Date of Scene: 25 October 2021
Location: Queens
Synopsis: Rave gets the last word.
Cast of Characters: Naria Shepard, Thomas Blake




Naria Shepard has posed:
Bright glowing light, a world moving in speed, Rave was enjoying herself this morning. She'd had a popular show, her new song she'd actually sung in was a bit of a hit...and it was kinda hard to be sad when enjoying the rush of being a living laser beam crossing the world in bright light. One stop-over at the nearby 'Big Belly Burgers' later and the young heroine set herself down on the edge of a rooftop with a milkshake in hand.

Smoothing her skirt, the girl absently hums the melody of her own music to herself as she looks out over the cityscape.

What a morning!

Thomas Blake has posed:
It is indeed a lovely morning, just cool enough for a proper work out. Catman is actually performing Parkour. The lithe and muscular man moving from roof to roof along the higher buildings in Queens, keeping a wary eye out for Spider-Man. He has no desire to be webbed due to a misunderstanding.

The wary eye, doesn't spot any of the arachnoid set. It instead lights on a vision of loveliness.

A vision of loveliness shoveling it in. Clad in his working clothes, leathers, brass-ite mask, the works. After a moment he removes the mask. See? Innocent citizen! Stealing up behind Rave, he deliberately moves to one side because it seems less threatening and then says, casually, "Good morning, sunshine."

Naria Shepard has posed:
Technically Rave was a heck of a Parkour lover....but it was kinda cheating with her powers. Probably why she could get away with wearing what she was. Neon-blue locks making her rather easily recognizable, the speedster draws on her beverage from the straw and tilts her head to the side as she's addressed.

For all her super-speed perception that let her see things moving in slow motion, obviously she was still able to be snuck up on.

There's a second where her luminescent irises move over him and assess before she lifts a hand in greeting. "Oh hey...you're not robbing someone right? Because I -Just- got this milkshake."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake huffs but comes over to sit near her. "No not robbing anyone. You're not depriving anyone of due process are you? I wouldn't dream of interrupting your breakfast. I was just getting some exercise." His eye do not glow but they move over her for a moment. "Bloody Hell, you're a kid."

Naria Shepard has posed:
"Technically," Rave corrects, lifting her index finger to point as she speaks. "It is legal to excercise equal or lesser force against a threat for the protection of self or another individual or property at risk." A smirk, she tilts her head to the side and shrugs her shoulders. "What? I did my homework. I can't even dye this hair, the glow just burns right through it."

A sip of her drink again, she lounges back, legs swinging over the edge.

"Hey, I can like milkshakes without being a child!"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake looks out over the city, not the legs. "Who said anything about the milkshakes? Milkshakes are fine. Ice cream too. Anyway I said a kid. You are most definitely NOT a child. You still have that new superhero smell, that cocky attitude. You remind me of Robin, the original. Should I assume the position?" Thomas does a backflip off the edge, landing with his hands on the parapet and stretches. 'Can I have a french fry? Or are you going to bust me for grand theft brekkie?"

Naria Shepard has posed:
"I don't know if that's meant to be a compliment or an insult but...thanks?" Rave shrugs, gesturing to the small bag of fries over there. Rave moves, turning to face the criminal before chuckling. "I might not have a 'super uniform', but I don't think the cape and green underwear with ankle boots would work even for me. After all capes plus superspeed probably doesn't go well."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake frankly looks over Rave then and her outfit. He chin taps. He reaches around her, coming close, and grabs a french fry!

"Thank you, sweetie. Mmmm... do you feel weather? Cold, heat etc.? If so I have a suggestion." He takes a breath before moving out of her personal space.

Naria Shepard has posed:
"Should I really be talking to you about my abilities or how they work?" Rave jests, looking to herself and then back to the man as she draws from her drink. "What would Canary say?"

Still, after a moment and a chuckle, she shrugs lightly. "But yeah, I feel heat or cold, but I can warm myself up pretty easy with the whole..." she lifts a hand, waving it through the air and leaving the dancing holographic neon lights arranged in a hologram of a 'chibi' image, herself firing lasers from her hand with the letters 'pew pew' above her.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake ahs. "I was going to suggest a kit (yeah I know kit... ha ha) bag. It could trail behind you when you run, fly whatever. Stick a few necessities in it, A thermal blanket is good for stakeouts. It get COLD on these roofs at night and... using your powers on a stakeout to stay warm is counter productive. Also you can sit on it and not a dirty roof." He reaches into his kit bag and pulls out a tiny packet that he shakes out into a silvery sheet, which he spreads out and gestures to her to make use of it. "You can keep it if you want."

Naria Shepard has posed:
"Shiny," she offers in appreciation before laughing and reaching for a fry of her own. "I mean, you're talking to someone who can be lounging on a beach in Santorini in minutes if she gets too cold. And I can wear a jacket." That and well...she powered and healed herself through absorbing light into her skin. Ironically enough, a decent thermal blanket? That might actually be enough to suppress her powers if she was already depleted!

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake shrugs. "Give it to Canary with my warm regards. She has to get cold in that outfit of hers." Leaving a stake out to warm up is not always wise but what teenager ever takes sage advice? Definitely a teen. He let canary handle that. Why educate one of the good guys? She might be working for AlcheMax and beating his behnd soon enough.

Naria Shepard has posed:
Whatever he might be thinking, the heroine who was almost certainly far from subtle enough to be a spy or double agent...but maybe that just meant she was really good at it. Then again, that seemed pretty far fetched to look at the woman who sets down her milkshake on the roof edge and draws out the fries, offering another to the man. "Besides, this seems like a pretty good way to warm up too."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake takes the french fry in his teeth from her hand and chews it up. In turn he takes a fry and holds it out to Rave, testing the waters so to speak. Is the protege flirting with him? Canary would put him in the hospital. Try to anyway. That makes Rave appeal to him even more. they don't just call him Catman because he wears claws. "Oh I could keep you warm for sure," he adds with a smirk. "Your mentor would go berserk. She seems very motherly to you... in a heavy drinking lady wrestling sort of way."

Naria Shepard has posed:
A laugh from her lips, the girl does take the fry, taking to eat it herself before his comment brings a redness to her cheeks easily disguised with a roll of her eyes. "Smooth," she muses aloud. "I meant the food," she offers, gesturing to the fries. Of course, there was every chance she had deliberately made for the double meaning for the play of it.

"And Canary is kinda badass, I doubt anyone would want to tangle with her. She already proved to me I wouldn't stand a chance without my whole 'glowy-speedy-thing'."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake says, "I wouldn't want to deal with her. Doesn't mean I couldn't." He takes another french fry and holds it between his teeth, leaning towards Rave to see her reaction. Does she blush in that hard light if she's really embarrassed?

Naria Shepard has posed:
This time? She's a little more ready for the game, his 'offering' bringing a lazy little tap of her fingertip to the fry, easily squishing it where it was held and making a mess. Laughing at her own little antic, she drains the last of her milkshake and sets the empty container down. "I admire your confidence I guess, but I'm already learning everyone tends to think they can handle any hero till they can't."

A beat, she frowns a little. "I mean, unless it's Superman or Batman...then the list gets a little more limited."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake steals a napkin and wipes his mouth. He sighs and gets up. Now he turns a little red though it definitely is not blushing. "I'm not trying to handle you. I thought I sensed an interest. I'm obviously mistaken. Enjoy the rest of your breakfast. Have a nice day," he says politely and brusquely. He walks across the roof, readying a line and simply walks off the edge.

He's about had it with labels. People label him, label themselves. He forgot what civilization was like. As he swings away on the line he thinks about the savannah in Africa. Time to take a vacation.

Or kill someone.

He's unsure whether he can get to Africa fast enough.

He lands in an alleyway and shrugs.

Naria Shepard has posed:
A flash of light, her form moves to the other edge and...down the wall as he lands, herself already perched on the dumpster she closed lightly after depositing her trash from the meal. Speedsters, they could be a little frustrating and Rave was clearly not above being a 'Brat' at the best of times.

When he touches down, she leans forwards, her forearms resting on her bare legs while she speaks. "So uh...you get we were talking about fighting like....seconds beforehand, right?"

Easing herself off the metal object and dusting herself off while she continued. "I know I'm not the most patient of people but...yeesh." Hands move, arms cross at her chest and her hip lightly cocked as she raises an eyebrow. Hell, maybe she'd been copying body language from her mentors...or maybe that was all her.

"You said you're going straight and I haven't seen anything to suggest otherwise. Besides," she grins, even offering a little wink as the glow to her hair and eyes brightens that little bit more. "Who really -could- handle me, one way or the other?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake gives a small grunt of surprise when she shows up.

He ponders her words for a moment. "I don't ave a clue who could or would honestly." He regards her for another moment then turns and begins walking away. "I'm just a criminal. Ask anyone."

Naria Shepard has posed:
"Oh please," Rave pouts, another annoying streak of neon and she was ahead of him, leaning against the wall on his path with her arms folded. "We are what we want to be, what we choose to be. Or at least what we try to be. If I wanted to, I could rob pretty much any bank or jewelry store I wanted before the alarms even sounded...but that'd be a crappy thing to do. Helping people, stopping bad guys, being a living neon rainbow of awesome? It FEELS awesome."

Pushing off the wall she moves, making to stand in his path as she speaks, at least for a moment more. "You're ment to be badass yourself, I heard what Canary said about you. Maybe you should try doing what I do, what she does." A beat, she pauses and leans forward to wink again. "You might even enjoy yourself."

Straightening up, she lifts a hand to offer a little 'salute'. "You owe me some fries by the way, fair is fair! You can find me on social media!"

Then she's off, a comet tracing across the cityscape. Of course, she had to get the last words in!