beneath the stars came falling on our heads

[bumbles]

Date & Time: throughout September.
Location: various.
Characters: Donny Casey/Atlas and assorted unfortunate souls.
Summary: Going to be throwing individuals starters in, but slam me a pm or grab me on plurk if you would like a thread sometime during the month! c:
Warnings: I will add these as necessary!

( Donny's actually feeling pretty good about this month.


But we all know that's going to go up in flames so let's prepare the popcorn. And here is a sly link to his appearance page in case you need to know what Atlas' uniform is like, ohoho. )

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[bumbles]

( He definitely isn't happy about knocking that dude out, but it's kind of lost with the sudden sound. Dude.

I mean, it's effective, the thugs still conscious and stupid enough to be fighting them turn tail. Atlas just has to watch Scott for a second, though. It seems like he's just taking measures, especially after the way he let go of that other guy's wrist, but he's moving back cautiously, checking the guy that he knocked out's pulse, going to grab him up and propping him up in a sitting position against the wall so he doesn't do himself any damage or choke on his vomit or something.

Still, he's keeping his gaze on Scott the whole time.

There's all kinds of ways magic can manifest back home, and different ways powers work here, but he hasn't seen anything quite like this, apart from Max's shapeshifting. )

[workout]

[ as soon as the thugs take off, scott's posture eases. the red in his eyes dies out just as quick, teeth and claws shifting back to human.

it wasn't really an impulsive decision, because he's been planning on not hiding - there's no point, not here. still, this is the first time he's been quite so obvious about it, and there's a weird flash of insecurity now that the crisis is over. he's a bit reluctant to drag his eyes back to atlas, and when he does he notes the way he's tending to the unconcious thug. and watching scott warily, but that seems like a fair trade.

the pause is long, and awkward, and probably slightly tense. for scott's part, he sounds vaguely embarrassed when he finally speaks. ]

Sorry. I was just... [ he realizes as soon as he starts that he's not sure where to go with that, so he shifts gears. ] Are you okay?

[bumbles]

( Atlas offers a bit of a grin with the apology, the question. Alarming as that was, the guy seems okay. That's kind of Atlas thing - he's cautious, but he gives people chances. Atlas is about optimism, looking for the good things in people. He and the Sphinx worked as a counterbalance to one another. A little nod, and after assuring the unconscious guy isn't just going to slip down into the mud, Atlas straightens up, slipping some post-its from his utility. )

Thanks for the help. I'm Atlas.

( Handing it over with a cheery grin, and a bit of a wave, before a second note happens: ) I'm really sorry about your shoes.

[workout]

[ the easy trust is disarming, although it's not like scott had his guard up to begin with. a little shame, maybe, and that drops quickly when atlas offers an honest thanks and apology in turn.

scott isn't thrown off by the post-its, either - or at least not at atlas writing down his replies. the post-its and superhero costume combo is admittedly a little surprising. ]

Scott. And it's okay, seriously, they'll be... [ well, no, the shoes are totally ruined. he makes a valiant effort anyway. ] Fine. That was actually really cool, is that a— [ he pauses, clearly unsure of the wording, but he commits. ] Like a superpower?

[bumbles]

( He's making a little face at the shoes, glancing down at them, and even behind his mask the shift in his expression might make it evident that his eyebrows are kind of raised. It's definitely an are you sure? look.
Then again, he can imagine he wouldn't want to make a big deal out of it, either, and he scratches his jaw before slowly nodding. Note to self: find Scott new shoes.

And glancing up, he offers another grin, holding out his arm away from them, letting flame curl around his fingertips, trailing over his glove like cracks in ice, orange against the black of his uniform, before the fire engulfs his hand completely. The flame refocuses, shifts into a sphere, Atlas rolling it across his hand until it's spinning on his fingertip.

So what if he enjoys some style and flair, from time to time? The magical spinny ball o' fire disappears, and there's another note: ) Earth and fire magic. What about you?

( Because sir. Sir. )

[workout]

[ the open response - and the show - is enough to distract scott entirely from whatever hesitation he was feeling, and he finally returns the grin. it's a little intimidating, because holy crap, fireballs - but it's not like scott's one to judge.

there's also the fact that magic isn't a totally foreign concept to him. that kind, maybe; he's never seen anything so visible, but he's definitely seen magic used for way more powerful, way more awful things. ]

Um.

[ right, this is the part where he says it out loud to someone who's essentially a total stranger. a stranger who wears a costume and does magic, so really, what's the risk. ]

I'm a werewolf.

[bumbles]

( Whoa. He kind of doubletakes, a little, head tilted before he restores his smile a bit and nods. A new post it: ) Intense.

( Not necessarily bad, but intense. Though, he looks a little confused, and tilts his head towards the street. ) I was going to take a dinner break. Do you like pizza?

( Because, okay, admittedly it's not really the most intimidating thing if you see a vigilante in a pizza place, but he is hungry, using his magic has a tendency of burning through energy, and he's already been using magic and running along rooftops and being... a superhero, basically. It's not like you can do that sort of thing without needing to refuel. And if he gets Scott pizza it means he can feel a little less guilty for 1. trapping him in mud and 2. ruining his shoes in post-apocalyptic London where shoes are hideous expensive or falling apart.

And maybe he can also bug Scott with questions, because being able to control a change like that doesn't sound like the werewolf stories he knows at all. )

[workout]

[ intense. that's one word for it, and scott almost laughs, but it ends up being a slightly half-hearted smile instead, given the humor he finds in it is entirely at his own expense. but hey, pizza. easy distraction. ]

I love pizza.

[ said with the candor only a teenage boy can manage. ]

There used to be a really good pizza place around here. There was this burger place, too, but I think the bombs might've ruined it.

[bumbles]

Have you been to NORA Cafe before? They have awesome milkshakes, too.

( He's not sure what use to be could mean, but he's guessing maybe Scott just hasn't had a chance to check out this part of town since the bombings a couple of months back. )

Come on. I owe you for trashing your shoes. ( And Atlas throws him a cheery grin, pointing in the direction he starts to move in. There's something a little weird about going for pizza in armour, it must be said, but at least it doesn't show up too badly on his uniform. ) Have you been in the city long?

[workout]

Not yet. I don't think it was here last time.

[ which might sort of make scott's meaning clear. but when atlas asks how long he's been here, he clarifies anyway, easily falling in step beside him. ]

I was here a while ago. Like, a year ago— I went back home. I've only been back for a few days, with the last group. What about you?

[bumbles]

( Whoa. Okay. that's kind of... cool, but weird. He's heard a little about this happening, with his efforts to learn more, with Max telling him things. Atlas scratches his jaw, smile a little bemused, before glancing to Scott. )

Just a couple of streets away.

Are you okay with being back here? ( Having to realize you're not home twice-- and at least he has Max. Sure, he's keeping the mood light, but there is some concern in his expression. ) This will be my fifth month here.

( And then he jazzhands. Seriously. Superhero jazzhands. )

[workout]

[ holy crap superhero jazzhands. it's absolutely impossible not to grin and laugh at that, which scott does, though he tries to keep it within the realm of 'respectful to the fact that atlas has been stuck in a war zone for five months'.

still, his voice is surprisingly light when he replies, serious topic aside. ]

I guess? I mean— things were kind of weird back home. [ see werewolf bullshit. ] But some of my friends are here with me. It could be worse.

[ a thoughtful pause before prying, then: ] Do you have anyone from home here?

[bumbles]

( This is the response he likes to see! Atlas grins right back, and shrugs happily. Even if things suck, bringing a smile to people's faces was something, in the midst of everything. It wasn't exactly prime superhero objective, but it meant something. He knew what it was like to struggle to smile. It's good Scott is taking this in stride, but he worries all the same. That alone can mean so many things, depending on the person.

A little frown, curious, and he tilts his head, expression questioning - not quite sure if it's okay to ask. At least his mouth quirks with a little smile. ) Friends are always good.

( And then, a grin. ) My best friend.

( That was one way to describe Max. )