if you stand and reach your arms out wide, close your eyes and try to fly

[slingshots]

WHO: Robin and YOOOOUUU. yeah. yeah, it's one of those logs.
WHERE: Anywhere in the City!
WHEN: Now? A week ago? Three days from now? WHATEVER MAN WHATEVER. At night, unless you specify otherwise!
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: Open like a ribcage during open heart surgery, baby.
FORMAT: quicklog is preferred! but if you're married to prose, i can work with it. (oh no wait there IS a warning: TAGS ARE GOING TO BE PRETTY SLOW FOR A COUPLE DAYS, I just wanted to get this thing up!)

[Carrie's gone long enough putting off pulling on the cape. She's missed enough patrols and spent long enough skulking around Terry's apartment watching old nature show programs. So for what feels like the first time in about a month, Robin's out again. Personal problems, insecurities, general guilt? She knows exactly how Bats are supposed to deal with those. Time to man up (Robin up?) and start the avoidance process!

So she could be putting to use her newest learned martial arts technique on some purse snatcher; she might be a fluttering glimpse of yellow above a streetlamp-lit street; feel eyes on you? Yeah. Could be her. Stalking. She might even be taking a quick break in a perch under the eaves of a building, if you catch her late enough into her patrol.]

Comments

[slingshots]

[Perfectly natural! So natural that she'll just take a seat on this ledge here and enjoy the vantage.]

S'not my dog. A friend's. Popped up on the network a couple weeks back, maybe you saw. He had a butt. [a pause, slightly thoughtful] I'm talking the dog, not the friend.

[curses]

[Bella isn't intimidated at all.]

Right. [She tilts her head.] What are you doing out so late? Hoping to catch some criminals in action?

[slingshots]

Mostly, yeah. [the most charming of smiles!] Wanna lend a hand and try slamming a bank?

[curses]

[She opens her mouth to laugh at the girl, but...you know what, why not? It should prove to be more interesting than walking the suspiciously empty streets.]

Lead the way.

[slingshots]

[...Well. That's not the right answer. But to Carrie's credit, there's only a second or so of startled-dumb silence. But then her legs resume their idle kicking against the side of the building, the relaxed almost-smile falls back into place.]

None too close. What'd you do, anyway? Got any cash-summoning spells?

[curses]

That should be easy enough to do.

[slingshots]

Yeah? [distraction distraction needs a distraction] So-- gimme a gameplay. For robbing a bank, right. What kinda spells you got for it? How'd you use 'em?

[curses]

[Bella is tired of craning her neck to look at Carrie, so she Apparates riiight beside her, also sitting on the ledge. Don't worry, it can support them both.]

I can always do that. Right into the bank.

[slingshots]

[ohjeezwhat jumping! But just a little bit. Then she forces herself to relax again, pulls up the customary interested look. Because, man, magic. So neat.]

And out again, I figure. Does it take much work?

[curses]

Extreme concentration. Of course, I mastered the art of Apparition decades ago. [Bella actually likes talking about magic. It's one of the topics she doesn't think is absolutely useless.]

[slingshots]

Yeah? [She doesn't really have to fake the interest. And besides-- this looks promising. Getting her to talk about magic rather than... actually use it to rob a bank. Good plan.]

Who can learn magic, anyway? What's it take?

[curses]

You are born with the ability to wield magic. You cannot just learn it -- it has to be in your blood. [Just not gonna mention Muggleborns here.]

[slingshots]

Oh. [SO MUCH DISAPPOINTMENT.] Gotta be some way.

[curses]

The only way you'll get to experience magic is if someone casts a spell on you.

[slingshots]

[...She's pretty sure she knows better than to volunteer for that. She didn't last time, and things turned out pretty well.

...Unless...]

You got anything, for, say... making a person fly, or what?

[curses]

[She can't even make herself fly.:( Voldy, share your secrets.]

You'd need a broom. I could levitate you, but beyond that, no.

[slingshots]

[oh disappoint-- wait.]

A broom? You gotta be shivin'.

[curses]

[Bloody slang.] I'm completely serious.

[slingshots]

Way to live to stereotypes, Bell. [just... shaking her head. BUT THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT MATTERS AT HAND.] So. Say I found one. You could just, what, make it float?

[curses]

[...Bell. What even, Carrie.] I suppose Muggle brooms won't work.

[HEAR THE SUPERIORITY IN HER VOICE.]

[slingshots]

[Mugg--oh, right. muggles.]

Why not?

[curses]

Don't you need them to clean things? [SNEER.]

[slingshots]

Not if you got a vacuum.

[pondering... that... hmmm.]

...Can you make a vacuum fly?

[curses]

[She has like, no knowledge of appliances.] I suppose you're referring to an object of some sort.