9562/Lights and Lightning!

Lights and Lightning!
Date of Scene:	13 October 2019
Location:	Bushwick (Mutant Town), Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Introductions, teasing and new friends!
Cast of Characters:	Volt, Rave

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Volt has posed:
The weather is officially turning cold. On the one hand, Drake is dressed for it, in his encompassing, slightly over-sized and utterly boring gray hoodie, hood drawn up, and baseball cap underneath. On the other hand, he's a Cali' kid. Warmth is his natural habitat. Nevertheless, it lends to a great question on the horizon: what's he going to do when it gets worse out? He doesn't really have anywhere to go. No one to lean on. Just scrabbling for meaning, throwing himself headlong into a conflict with no discernably positive outcome-

-holy crap is he depressing himself.

Drake leans forward over the edge of the apartment building, his accessories and outerwear adding unnecessary obscurity to his features tonight. He doesn't have a cool costume or anything. He has to make do.

Down below, life seems to be going fairly normal for the mutant population. There's an ever-present haze of worry and uncertainty, however; thoughts that a sentinel may show up at any moment and simply erase this part of town. Some are asking when it'll happen. Others are asking why it hasn't happened already.

Well, until it does, Drake'll content himself to act as a vigilante. And with that comes the gargoyle routine. Part of the package, isn't it?

It's so boring. And when the mind wanders, it tends to reflect too much on how everything's gotten so completely screwed up.

Rave has posed:
A sudden flash of motion is one thing, but a sudden rush of glowing light streaking across the light through the city is rather noticable. It was hardly a new occurance after the last two months, but the rush of it all hadn't gotten old for its source. The rush of lights around her, the blue-haired girl flashes through the streets, between cars and around obstacles that seemed to be standing still.

A joyful whoop from the girl, Rave leaps upwards and flips up over the rooftop of a hatchback before springing upwards towards the buildings and then running upwards!

She didn't know Drake was here, she didn't know of his melacholy. Instead there's just suddenly a young woman in running shorts and a hoody of her own suddenly appears sitting on the edge of the building, running her hands through her noticably luminescent neon-blue hair with a smile on her face. She hadn't even immediately noticed Drake yet!

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley could be subtle when he intended to. He could be sneaky. Stealthy. But under normal circumstances, he's a vibrant creature. And yet, the streak of light zipping around down below makes him look like he has more subtlety than a turtle's smile. And her suddenly appearing by him, with nary more aplomb than the streak to precede her 'materializing', he's startled back rather like a cat.

"Whoa-easy!," is the knee-jerk shout as he lands a couple feet back from his starting position. It may be hard to tell under the shadowy veil of his outwear, but he's blinking rather owlishly at her.

Rave has posed:
A little gasp of breath comes from the girl, more startled than fearful. She turns her head suddenly towards the motion and the exclaimation with a blink of her own and bringing her hand to her lip. "Whoa! Sorry! I didn't see you here...up here...why are you up here?" the questions come, rapid-fire after the exclaimation before she lets her head tilt to oneside.

"Sorry...let me try again. Hi. Are you alright?"

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley straightens his posture when it seems he spooked her as much as her sudden apparating did him. Better yet, it gives him a chance to regain his metaphorical footing. His posture straightens, and he takes a moment to adjust the set of his outerwear upon his frame. "I'm good. Just wasn't expecting," he pauses to motion vaguely in her direction, "all that."

The hands stuff into the central pouch of his hoodie.

"Awful flashy. You a resident around here?"

Rave has posed:
Flashy? That was an understatment. The girl was practically glowing after all. Still he wasn't freaking out about her obvious 'Metahumanity' or Mutant nature. That was a good start. Still, he didn't recognize her, that was enough to have Rave pouting a little. Not a fan of hers obviously, maybe he wasn't a club sort.

"I'm Rave," she offers in introduction, a faint pulse of light flickering through the air around her before it finally fades to leave her looking a little more 'normal'. "And yeah, I'm a local. Local enough anyway."

A pause, she digs into the pocket of her own hoodie before digging out and drawing a packet of gum. A stick brought to her mouth, she actually offers the packet towards him before she raises an eyebrow questioningly. "What about you? What brings you up here anyway?"

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley normally declines things from strangers. It's a self-preservation trait, something you pick up somewhere between street living and being a mutant. But before he's even thinking about it, he's totally taking a stick. "Yeah you are," he concurs about her being 'rave' - more a commentary on her seeming bombastic nature. But it's said with a small up-quirking at the corner of his lips.

The stick is folded between fingers, and emerald eyes divert sidelong. "Oh, y'know. Getting my brood on." He's at least self-aware enough to know what's going on. "Easy to fall into."

The gaze returns to her. "I'm not a local. Not really, anyway."

Rave has posed:
She grins at his agreement, even if she didn't for certain know which part he was agreeing to. The comment about brooding? She comes out with a little giggle of her own before she blows a bubble of the sweet. Bright pink, sweet and sugary? It's almost completely fitting for the girl. At least it wasn't blueberry, that might be pushing the point too far!

A nod comes from Rave as she's basically dangling her legs over the edge of a -massive- drop below and seems completely unfazed from it. Perhaps her superpower is a lack of vertigo!
     "Got a name 'not a local'? Or am I just going to call you 'brooding boy'?"

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley got her to giggle. It's the small things he can take some joy in these days, and being able to brighten someone's day - even if in a silly, marginally self-deprecating way - is one of those. It at least makes him feel a little better and less morose. "Ah, geeze, I kind'a have the emo hair, don't I?," he rhetorically asks, gaze lifting as if to examine his hanging, rakish bangs. He's a fair cry from full emo fringe, but the similarity is worth poking a little fun. Even if the hairstyle doesn't show through so much with the hood and baseball cap.

"Anyway, no." He cants his head to her. "I go by Volt. Been keeping an eye on this neighborhood for a little while now."

Rave has posed:
"Uh-huh?" the bluenette responds, still resting on the rooftop edge as they speak, one of her hands coming back to try and sweep a glowing blue bang of her own locks from her eyes and shrugging. "Try running at mach 3 and see what that does to your hair," she points out lightly before leaning forwards slightly to peer at the dizzying drop below. "So far, seems peaceful and nice...a good night to just snap a few pictures and enjoy yourself." Of course, she didn't -have- super hearing. Patrolling had its limitations for the speedster!

Volt has posed:
She should count her blessings! Volt here has all the travel powers of a regular person! Granted, he's extremely dangerous in a fight, but still! And it's that mention of her speed that gets a helpless snicker. "I think you lose me at running mach three. I'd have to leap that hurdle before my hair has anything to worry about."

He strolls around her, closer to the rooftop's edge but not quite as brazen as her to lean over it. "My technique is what's doing it. I'm not Naruto-running," he observes with an airy quality to the joke.

Rave has posed:
Well, true enough. Rave gives a little laugh and crosses her arms over her chest. "Suppose so," she gives a little laugh, although his comment about 'Naruto-running' has her giving a little snort of amusement and covering her hand over her mouth. "Well, even -I- won't go running into Area 51...I mean, Superman told the public he was an alien, right? There's a guy out there called 'Martian Manhunter so'..." The speedster shrugs and then glances sidelong to the man.

     "So you're sort of taking a job to protect mutant town? Rough."

Volt has posed:
"It's not a job," Volt replies. His hands slip into the pouch of his hoodie. "Jobs pay."

He glances down to his feet.

The hood-and-capped head looks back to Rave. "You know, I always believe in truth in advertising when it comes to names. Superman? Sure, yeah, that makes sense. Martian Manhunter, though? Is he an alien looking for a date? Or is he a guy who hunts martians?" Despite the weight of his previous statement, he offers the girl a crooked, playful grin.

Rave has posed:
"Isn't that the truth," Rave muses, tilting her head to the side. "I mean, even -I- have a day job. Sorta." She shrugs, unfolding her arms. "I mean, I could get a job as the world's fastest Pizza girl...but I'd be delivering pretty smashed up pizzas really quick."

     Jokes on martians has her snickering again and she raises an eyebrow. "Well, for someone brooding, you've got an awful amount of jokes and smiles. You might be bad at this brooding thing."

Volt has posed:
"Do they want it done right, or do they want it done fast?," rhetorically muses Volt. It took him a second to figure out what she meant about the pizza being smashed up, but he got there. He thinks, anyway! The next comment, however, gets a thoughtful pause.

His left shoulder lifts in a modest shrug, and that crooked smile continues to play on his face. Nevertheless, his tone shifts to a more sincere level. "Heroes should always be smiling."

Rave has posed:
"Don't get me wrong..." Rave muses, closing her eyes and shaking her head. "I've seen some messed up stuff here and there. But..." A glance towards the man and traces a streamer of glowing light in the air. "I mean, all of this is really freaking -cool-. Hard to match the rush with anything."

Volt has posed:
Volt nods, then pauses and turns his head slightly. "Wait. Are you talking about the smiling thing? Or the crushed pizza?"

Rave has posed:
A raised eyebrow, but Rave chuckles and reaches out to lazily 'punch' the electric man in the shoulder. "The smiling thing you dork," she berates before gesturing to the skyline. "Guess how long it would take me to run from here to Hawaii. Seriously. When the answer is down in the single digits? It's hard to not be grinning."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley plays up the 'punch' as though she really walloped him, giving a wincing hiss and shaking the limb out. He then turns to just sit beside her - but opposite. His legs aren't hanging over the edge, he's facing inwards. Feels safer somehow. "If I had your power, I don't know if I'd be strong enough to resist the temptation to always be vacationing."

Rave has posed:
"I uh...spend most of my weekends, or at least a few hours, somewhere tropical." A blush, clearly she -hadn't- really been resisting. "I just don't really tan. I sort of...absorb light. It makes me faster. Doesn't have to be sunlight but...well it's kinda the biggest source around."

     Finally, she lowers her arms, bracing against the railing like she intended to push off. "Anyway, I should keep moving. Talk of pizza and stuff has me kinda hungry." A sidelong glance, she grins. "I'll see you around Volt. Brooding or not, I'm kinda easy to spot."

Volt has posed:
"You're loving that I'm jealous of your power," Volt teases. "Pfsh." It's a lighthearted exchange, despite. He's jealous, sure, but he wouldn't give up what makes him him. Besides, electricity is a visually-arresting superpower. He's plenty pleased with it, and the fine level of control he's honed.

"Maybe. Maybe you won't notice it's me." Volt uptilts his chin slightly, grinning at her. After all, he's wearing some distinctly non-descript clothing. "I don't have a costume or anything."

Rave has posed:
"Of course," she winks, "I'm awesome." It's said in tease though, rather than true superiority. One could be confident without trashing another after all.

     The comment on the costume? It has Rave giving a snerk. "I'm wearing activewear and a hoodie. Noone's let me in on the secret as to where they get all these awesome suits and stuff. Finding something friction-resistant generally means sports stuff or being -really- careful when I run."

With that and a little wink...Rave plummets over the edge and vanishes in a streak of light disappearing into the city's depths.