Los Angeles, Tuesday

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After a week of pollen and then finding out that Minako was Sailor V and Mara Jade was some kind of...knife-wielding badass, Kathy had decided that spending a week with her classmates on a ship was not in the cards. She needed a little time and space to put her confused thoughts into order, to figure out how she felt about who and what, if anything, she wanted to do about it.

Rather than hang around an empty (and frigid) island while everyone else was enjoying Mexico (so much that no one had returned any of her handwavy texts!), Kathy had decided to head back to LA. Rather than going back to her parents' apartment for the week, Kathy'd rented a tiny motel room where she wouldn't have to worry about rules, curfew, or her family finding out about her late night hobbies. During the day, she could work on her homework and brood be pensive and at night she could be Banzai, too busy leaping over rooftops and chasing down criminals to live inside her own head.

You relax your way, she'd relax hers, all right?

Not that tonight was anything like relaxing. LA was so much bigger than Baltimore, with more crime and, specifically, more violent crime. She'd just finished taking down a mugger when she'd heard gunshots coming from the north. Giving the mugger's collar one last shake, she let him go and ran off as fast as she could towards the guns.

It might be kinda sick, but she loved this.

[And the link to the thread that begins after LJ breaks the page]

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Re: The Following Evening

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"Hnn?" Nick glanced back at her from where he was napping on the floor. He was clean now, at least, and he'd gotten some food into himself, but that didn't mean he didn't want to sleep until pretty much the end of time. "Dragon an' who?"

The hell was a Regenerator? That wasn't even a word.

Re: The Following Evening

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"The friend who's supposed to help you," Kathy explained. "You rever hear of the Immortal? My sister texted me a few days ago, told me he just changed his name to Regenerator."

Technically, Sarah had said he'd changed it to 'Generator' but close enough.

Re: The Following Evening

[gunslingerpose]

Nick was now scrunching his nose. That seemed like the appropriate response, here.

"... How the hell is he supposed to help me?"

Last Nikolai had heard, the Immortal's power was the super impressive power of not fucking dying.

... And if this involved another superpowered blood transfusion, Gorgon was tapping out.

Re: The Following Evening

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"Your guess is as good as mine," Kathy said, getting up to find Nick's goggles. She was pretty sure he wasn't going to want to meet any other heroes in just his shades. Hmm. She should probably see if his duster was dry, too. Earlier that afternoon, she'd taken it into the bathroom and tried to spot clean the worst of it. "But Dragon is convinced he could help. What's the worst that could happen?"

Re: The Following Evening

[gunslingerpose]

"Hell if I know," Nick sighed. "I'm not really in any shape for a superhero throw-down if he ends up being sketchy. But I guess Dragon wouldn't pull that kind of shit. Probably."

He had no damn clue anymore. He was just... so... fucking... tired.

Let whatever happen.

Re: The Following Evening

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"It's not going to be a throw-down," Kathy said, staunch in her conviction that Dragon was a hero's hero, and so anyone he trusted had to be all right. "They're heroes, just like us. They go out there and patrol the streets every night to make things a little bit better for everyone. Now they just want to help a comrade-in-arms get better so he can go out there and do the same."

Re: The Following Evening

[gunslingerpose]

"Yeah," Nick sighed, reaching his good hand up to run a hand through his hair. "Yeah, you're probably right. Did I mention that this has been a spectacularly shitty day?"

... She had probably gotten that memo.

Re: The Following Evening

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"I might have noticed," Kathy said, a little wryly. "I mean, as much fun as playing Operation with a living person in a kinda sketchy motel room is, I've had better times elsewhere."

That wasn't stopping her from handing him an unwrapped granola bar, because trying to open those things one-handed was the worst. "Another few minutes and it'll all be over." Hopefully.

Re: The Following Evening

[gunslingerpose]

"Yeah," Nick murmured, taking the granola bar and making a halfhearted attempt to sit up again. "Few more minutes. I'm looking forward to those minutes being up, I'm not gonna lie about that."

Re: The Following Evening

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"I'll try not to take it as a personal slight," Kathy teased, moving to try and unobtrusively help him sit up. "I mean, why anyone would want to hurry out of this palace is beyond me."

Re: The Following Evening

[gunslingerpose]

"It's got so much fucking rustic charm," Nick agreed with a smirk. "It's all.. down to earth and... rustic."

Shut up, he knew he said rustic twice. That was how rustic it was.

The blood helped. If you stretched the definition of rustic by a smidgen.

Re: The Following Evening

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If your definition of rustic included The Kansas Fireaxe Murderings, maybe.

"Hey, in my defense, I just figured it would be a decently cheap place to crash for a week," Kathy said, following that granola bar up with a bottle of water. "I hadn't realized I needed to worry about its triage potential."

Re: The Following Evening

[gunslingerpose]

"See, now you know," Nick snorted, at least feeling with-it enough to reach for his own damn water, now. "Everything is a potential triage unit. Everything."

Re: The Following Evening

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"I'll make sure to look at cheap motels with decent water heaters next time," Kathy promised, trying to look appropriately solemn and missing by a mile. Damn dimples. "And proximity to decently-stocked drug stores."