11436/Speedsters on patrol!

Speedsters on patrol!
Date of Scene:	06 May 2020
Location:	Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	Slipstream and Rave goes racing through the city to find trouble.
Cast of Characters:	Slipstream, Rave

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Slipstream has posed:
It's a crisp night in New York and Drake got together with Rave to set up a bit of a night of patrols. That and he really just wanted an excuse to hang out with her again. As he waits at a corner, he's wearing a pair of black jeans, a black jacket and a dark blue shirt on under it. He even has a fresh set of sneakers on so not to wear out his other pair.

There is multiple bars and clubs along his strip, the seedy kinds where bad decisions are usually made by those of a younger crowd. Tapping away at his phone, he hums to himself as he waits for her, rocking on his feet with a great deal of amped energy in his veins.

Rave has posed:
Another night, but one away from the clubs to the other exhilerating rush Rave loved: Patrol. The 'hero' thing as she'd so eloquently put it. Of course, she lacked a mask, lacked a fancy 'super-suit', instead the streak of glowing blue light that traced across the city and zipped up the side of the building before revealing itself to be the bluenette with the luminescent locks flung into the air was dressed a little more 'normally'.

Hotpants, a hoodie-jacket still zipped up, sneakers, she looked like she'd come straight out of a 'gym' session. Technically she -had- been doing a fair bit of running!

Grinning as she 'blinks' up next to the other speedster. "Hey there," she greets with eyes still glowing and a smirk on her lips. A little 'pop' of the bright pink gum she'd been chewing, Rave tilts her head and winks. "Feel like a run?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Hey beautiful." Drake says with a grin as he tucks his phone into a strap on his bicep. "I'm always down for a run, especially with you. You can at least keep up with me." He says as he leans into her a bit, curling arm around her for a quick side hug.

"So far it's been pretty quiet on the police scanner." He taps his ear to show a small device tucked into it. "I'm sure once it gets pretty late the crazies will come out. Last weekend I stopped a potential date rape situation with a girl who had too many. Some guys are jerks."

"Or, you know, we could go for a run, then just go dancing or hang out. I'm just glad to get out of the house for a change."

Rave has posed:
"Lets see what trouble we can get into then?" Rave shrugs, grinning a little and shrugging lightly. "I mean, there's bound to be something right?" The hug is taken, a lean and a little 'peck' on his cheek that leaves a faint blue impression of her lips too perfect to be anything but deliberate before she steps back and nods.

"Some are...thankfully, you're pretty damn good."

A wink, she turns back, looking out at the city and stretching her arms over her head. "The 'house' that's a super-fancy Spaceship. The holodeck stop working or something?"

Slipstream has posed:
There is a quick blush from Drake as she kisses his cheek, his entire body shivering as if twidderpatted. "You're pretty damn good too." As he watches her stretch, he gains a dopey grin upon his face.

"Yeah, yeah, the spaceship that I live in. I mean, it's a great place, don't get me wrong, but it's not /Earth/. I can't run for hours on a space ship."

As he gives a few quick lunges with his legs to loosen himself up, then starts off with a dash forward blur, then another as they start off through the streets and alleys.

Hell's Kitchen is popping as always, with crowds lined at every bar, comers and goers aplenty. "Come on!" He calls out over the rush of wind to his fellow speedster as they race through the neighborhoods. "Let's hit up the southside. It's the worst spot and needs a lot of love."

Rave has posed:
"I'm awesome," Rave corrects, giving a little wink as she steps up, already warm and ready to run. Of course, she'll let him take the lead, even if his movement was a little more 'stop-start' than her own it was plenty fast enough to keep them moving faster than almost anyone could easily follow.

"Southside it is!" she calls back, one quick 'flash' towards the nearby trashcan depositing her gum as she moves on along the road and between the alleyways, a fading streak of light left in her wake.

Slipstream has posed:
As he leaps about through the night, Drake blinks in and out of space, leaping over dumpsters, bouncing along fire escapes, rocketing off the side of a wall. He plays a game of tag with her, easily losing to her, but he enjoys the chance to tap her, then duck away. His laughter fills the air as he revels in the rush of the wind whistling through his hair.

His laugh though is cut off by the sound of a loud scream a few blocks away, carried by the wind and into his ears. He slides to a stop, jerking his head upwards as he glances over to Rave. "Hey! Did you hear that? I think it was a woman's voice.." He trails off.

"Come on, let's go and see what's happening." He gives her a firm nod and then blazes out once more, pinging his way down the street, checking each alley.