(Open) Moving Parts

[Tuesday]

Tuesday waves off the blond's words, with a smile. "No worries Faye. We'll get another one going. We could all use the practice. But. It was weird. I Time'd. Because learning, trying new stuff and all that. But I dunno. I like my Fate loads. But I realized something that could have helped us with Cunanan. Too bad, I didn't think of it until Fight Club. Cause yeah. Might not have gotten my mind shish kabobed if I got flash-speed and got in to give him a smack."

Tuesday wanted to frown at the Dick, but Masks and Masques so she doesn't.

Fuck, should she even tell anyone she's gain the right along with them in claiming a part of a dragon's anatomy, or should she keep the Apostasy as another layer to her Tuesday?

Decisions, decisions.

Also. Not believing that Dick has nothing against Guardians.

"Dick. No matter what you do you'll never match Lara Croft's curves." unless he Life'd, but she doubted that that Dude-named after the eye, who worked as a private dick would do that.

Then Dick goes all blasé about the War they're fighting. A War that had already cost them lives. "They already won. Tuesday pronounce, "Or in one timeline they did. What I just said was real. It's only because of Masters dedicated in giving us a fighting chance that we're able to go hopping around in time, and smash them in the teeth. Fixing what they fucked up. Will fuck up. Want to fuck up." Tuesday shakes her head. "Everything has already changed. There are parts of our history that are gone." You'd think a Mystagogue would care about that. Even one who apparently liked to get out of their stacks of books a do something. "Not only did they win, in some timelines...they make it so we have everything we've ever wanted or need. It perfict...but we never Awoke. We couldn't even fight back."

This is serious. Dude. Realize it.

A breath and she refocuses. Also. More points for Thrope.

"Not a stupid amount since. Yeah. Recently vacated. Or will be soon. But yeah. If I don't get some hands soon. I'll have to close down most of what's not a necessity to my continued living and stare mournfully at all the closed off space. since yeah. The Theater was awesome, but also huge. "Interwebs. Yeah. There's a resource, to use and also magic. Is that why people Matter?" Trying maybe fruitlessly to get all the Matter.

[West]

Small retcon/edit: It was the Silver Ladder who Oculus referenced, not the Guardians of the Veil. Please carry on with that in mind

[Thrope]

"Not knowing how to fight can be fixed. The problem happens when you get into a fight and suddenly find out that its not where you want to be." Thrope's tone is mild. It wasn't something he was ok with at first either. "It's a personal thing."

"My magic is internal. I can help with the boring part of maintenance though."

"Also, curiosity, aside from the Time diving...problem. How loud is this War? Are families being moved out of town?" If it's mostly just back in time then maybe its civilized. If families are being targeted then its time to fuck someone up.

[Aurora]

Chuckling, “It was an impressive shish kabob though.” She jokes, “But I get what you’re saying, looking back on the fight, I realize there was more I could have done as well. We lived, he didn’t, and we get to learn and improve. Plus, I totally had your back, you were not going down on my watch.” She adds with a wink. It was her first real attempt at healing someone, and she did, it felt awesome.

Snorting at the curves remark, “Not many people can match those curves. I mean, seriously, it looks like she is smuggling cantaloupes in that tank top!” come on, it was true. “And can you imagine the back pain?!” ouch!

“And parts of us that have changed from it.” Which still blew her mind that something like that could happen. “Those dreams, they were,” she begins, her voice getting softer, “horrible, but on the flip side, amazing. I’ll never forget those dreams, and they help drive me now.” That and this new found desire to jump into battles.

There was a shrug, “Not sure why people Matter. For me, it’s about an Arcana that aid me if I need it. That trick I did with the evidence on the roof top? Part Matter, part Life. Matter is very useful.” True story.

Looking to Thrope, “Oh, well I don’t want to get too close to the fight. But sometimes it can’t be helped and I want to be able to throw a few punches before getting out of there. I’ve always been better in a fight from a distance. Kinda squishy.” Very squishy actually.

Not many were aware of her academia and how much studying she put into it. “Interesting reading huh? What do you consider interesting? If it’s something I can share, I’m more than willing to.” She had never been secretive about her Order, but they had their secrets and she would keep them. “And I think fists is best, so thanks. Knives creep you out?” she asks, a little surprised, ‘Well, I promise to keep my sword in its sheath, or down my throat if I’m performing.” She adds with a grin, remembering the way her blushed earlier.

[Tuesday]

Retconing growly thoughts...lets pretend they were a little defensive over Faye and her Ladder bros.

"Not just where, but what you thought it would be. Sparring's great, but that's practice. It's not as growly as real combat can be." hazels look between their Talons, "So, uh. Idea. How 'bout you two spar. Since baseball bat. It'd be live, but still friendly ish. Faye could watch, patch you up, get an idea about semi-real combat, and get some more experience healing."

Head bob. "Kay, kay. You can Life up some more muscles and do more heavy lifting. And you too Dick. Unless unlike every other Shaman I know you don't Life first." It was weird. Not a lot of the Thrysus she'd met wanted to Spirit. "But locks? I have the keys. I live there. Have lived there for like a...fuck, a year? Or nearly."

Hand rakes through her hair, part of her really wants the Seer's to snatch her daddy and do horrible things to him. "It's...no one here is from here. So...yeah. I don't know if family's are being targeted, like that. They wanna fuck up something, we head back to fix it, or stop 'em. I think if it was happening we'd know, or at least someone would say something. So. I don't think it is."

Frowny face. "You're okay with guns...and the bullets and the gunshot wounds, and bashing someone's face in seeing those teeth go flying...but not knifes. Is there a reason?" head shake, even as lips quirk at Faye's quip. "Yeah. Okay. Whatever. Up next is a short hop, not even leavin' town, but we're goin' back to oh nine. A few of us need to do Astra stuff, and the others are fighting off the zombie apocalypse. So. Prep for zombie goo. Also. Ammo. Totally need to stalk up. Because zombies."

A bark of a laugh. "Canta-Ha!-lopes!" head shake, "You're boobs are great, but yeah. I'll keep my tiny-in-comparison-ones-thank-you. Back pain is the worst."

Understanding nod, "I knew it was Life. Because organic. But Matter too...hmm." maybe there was a reason to Matter.

[Macavity]

Chariot is quiet, somber even, as zombie talk happens. The anxiety is there and it's enough to keep him distracted from all the innuendo the ladies are throwing his way to get a reaction from him. But at least he didn't have any family worth worrying about, so... small blessings right?

"Uh," Chariot finally says, getting the impression that maybe Tuesday is trying to get back at him for beating her up during the fight club. "I mean, baseball bats hurt. But hey if you all just want to see two dudes beat the shit out of each other and then do a pow-wow concrit after that while I groan and throw up blood, I guess I'm game. I'd be good practice, right Thrope?" And with the First Talon leaving, the only two apparent Arrows in the city would need to feel each other out eventually, and figure out where they stood in relation to the rest of the city.

He shrugs. "I've got a... broad education in a number of martial fields. Pistols, shotguns, hammers, knives, clubs, a little swordwork, axe combat, spears, archery, the basics from some animal styles. I was trained for flexibility over specialization, I'm not an expert in any of them but I can share what I know if anyone wants to talk. I dabble a little bit in Taoism, but I mostly just practice Death and Matter, haven't branched out past them except for some basic Life Rotes. Practical stuff to help with poison and fatigue. I can take pretty much anything apart, or put it together. Otherwise I'm mostly just handy. Like, need any drains snaked? I'm your guy. I don't mind getting my hands dirty."

[Thrope]

Thrope's about to agree with Chariot to a round of Arrows beating the shit out of each other. It's a past time unfortunately. When the Mystagogue says the stupidest shit.

"Dude, you don't know what a knifes for? You fucking stab someone with it, in all the squishy things. You hide it in your hand, walk up to someone, and shove it into their stomach." The Thyrsus pats a pocket. "Right in there, you'd never know. Then done." A hand raises. "It is true that a pistol would do the job cleaner and from further away but if someone really wants to kill you well good fucking luck. Even our kind can't stand up to truly stupid things." Well maybe, but Thrope hasn't heard any stories.

A breath. "Ok, sorry. It's just. Don't doubt intent. Trust me when I say this, if someone wants to hurt you it doesn't matter what they use they will find a way. Nothing close to John Wick's level of badass but that doesn't matter. You hurt someone enough and it leaves a mark." Then a nod to Chariot and Tuesday as Thrope tries to not think about the two women's curves. Cause damn.

"I'm good for a bit of live sparing. Part of my time joining the Arrow was spent learning how to use weapons and guns. A good number at least, I'm really proficient at them yet. Brawling is something I grew up with so it's a bit more..natural?"

[Aurora]

Did Tuesday just instruct the two Arrows to fight each other? Like, really fight each other so she could practice healing?

“Uh, well I’m all about getting in some practice, but I don’t want you guys to spar just cause I might need some Life practice. And I think I did pretty good at patching you up there.” She said with a glance at Tuesday. “But I want practice sparring as well, cause I can do more than throw heals around.” She wasn’t a one trick pony.

She then shakes her head, “My families all dead.” It was rather matter of factly the way she said it. “And like she said, if someone was still in contact with their families and past, then we would have heard about it by now.” And in her opinion it was kind of stupid to still be tangled with your family.

Absently she glances down at her chest, then shakes her head, but still grins at Tuesday. Whatever.

“Yup. It took care of the more physical traces, you know, like hair and fibers. Also messes with your image on a security camera too. Pretty useful when both are used together.” Could almost commit the perfect crime. But nothing was ever perfect, there was always a trace left behind.

“Well, as an Adapt of Life, think I can patch you up should you need it.” She offers.

“And what is trained for flexibility over specialization mean exactly?” she asks, “I mean, if you wanted to be more flexible, I can help train you. Teach you some of the tricks of the trade so to speak,” she says with a smirk, “and some techniques I learned in school.” Yup, she totally went to school for the circus and other performing arts. Had the degree to prove it too. Not that it really did her much good outside the circus and professional acts.

Not the subjects she expected to hear, “I’ll take a look and see what I have.” Though his next words made her pause, "And, if I’m good at this? What, sharing books or training? Cause I can assure you that I’m good at what I do and what I decide to do.” It just didn’t sound right to her.
“Well, I’m not weapon expert, but seems to me a knife or bat is easier to use. Guns require permits and even a silenced one makes a sound. Unless you magic it a bit. And I’m pretty sure a gunshot wound is gonna bleed, like, a lot. When I first started with suspension, my back bleed like you wouldn’t believe! The scarifications didn’t bleed so much, which is kinda weird, but I’m getting side tracked. Anyways, my point being, any wound is going to bleed. It’s what we do, make a hole in us and we bleed.” There was a shrug, whatever this guy had to tell himself.

She nods when Thrope adds his opinions, which made sense.

“If you both are cool with sparring, then I won’t say no."