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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[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. )

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[ 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?

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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. )