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]

( In his defence, he did ask before scooping her up. He glances at her, shakes his head a little, and huffs a silent laugh. Nope, no dragging. Unfortunately, he has to keep walking in silence, but at least he can communicate a little, eyebrows raising a little as he looks at her and keeps moving - fast as possible without jostling her, making her feel worse. )

[lar]

[ When has a girl said yes and then said no? Besides half the time, that is?

She's just going to huff in response and make herself comfortable. ]

Dude, you work out. I've kind of wished for something like this to happen, but not like...this.

[ Her brain to mouth filter is currently off. ]

[bumbles]

( Atlas shrugs as best he can in the circumstances, a sort of, eh, here and there sort of gesture, a little comical. "Here and there" meaning hours every day, but whatever.

Another glance her way, just to make sure that she's okay, comfortable, just to see if there's any problems, if she'd rather walk. Even so, she didn't really seem in a state where that was going to be easy. Just in case she was serious about wanting to be put down, he's checking in.

Also he's really glad that he shaved this morning. Maybe he should put more of an effort into keeping Atlas less stubbly for less overlap with Adonis. )

[lar]

[ She just stares for a moment, the blush finally dying down. Superheroes, huh. It shouldn't be such a difficult thing to wrap her head around, but she was expecting something a lot less nice.

Ella feels relatively alright, but she identifies the feeling as the same she had when she decided her room was closing in on her earlier that day. That's a bad sign, it's just her anxiety making her want to run. Where is she going to run anyway?

For now she'll focus on being happy about not vomiting all over her dashing savior. ]

So I take it you're not a big talker, sure. Fine. You have to have an easier way to communicate than notes. ASL? Now I'm wishing I had actually had the balls to talk with the one deaf student in my classroom.

[ All she knew were a couple of curse words, but Ella didn't even curse in English. ]

[bumbles]

( This is getting a little ridiculous, it's true. He's not generally a taxi service, except over short distances. His brow is a little furrowed, before he mouths, ) I use ASL.

( Very slowly, to see if she can follow, and then a tilt of his head. Do you? Not that it helps much when he's carrying her, but even so.

And that's interesting, but makes his expression sober a little. No one liked to be isolated, and it always seemed to happen to the people who needed to communicate differently. That's what it felt like, even with something like his stammer. )

[lar]

[ Ella mouths the words back. Is he really mute? She has the temptation to pinch him and see if he makes a sound, but she realizes how stupid that would be. ]

Oh, you use ASL. Way better than the notes I bet. I remember looking for books about that back home.

[ She won't tell him the deaf guy had more friends than her. ]

Let me stand. I promise not to puke.

[bumbles]

( All right. When she makes her request, he slowly - carefully - sets her down, checking that she's steady on her feet and offering his arm in case she needs a few moments to make sure she's all good. With his free arm, he signs: )

Can you understand ASL?

[lar]

[ Steady, steady. She can hold herself, good. She should be able to make herself healthy if she wanted, but if she changes herself like that there is no turning back. No sleeping, no being hungry, not even breathing. She'll take the hangover for now. ]

I...are you asking if I can understand you right? Trick question?

[bumbles]

( At that, Atlas grins, and he nods, going for his utility again, since she's holding herself up all right. )

Should I stick to the post-its?

[lar]

I don't know, it's kind of cool when you sign. Then again, I would have to study the thing and all...and I don't even know if I'll see you again.

[ She starts walking again. Slowly. ]

I mean do you have like a special call or something?

[bumbles]

( Whoops, he actually has a pre-prepared post-it stash for this. Behold, Ella: one post-it for her to keep, complete with a number and Atlas scrawled on it. Suffice to say it's not connected to a network device, but it is helpful for when people need help or just have a reason to get hold of him. Atlas presents it with a little bit of a flourish, and a grin. )

You can contact me from your network device, but it's offline.

[lar]

Ella...wasn't expecting that one. ]

You've thought of everything, haven't you?

[ She tucks the post it carefully, although she's likely to know the number by heart soon enough. ]

Well, if I ever find a cat trapped on a tree...I'll save it myself. And sent you the pic.

[bumbles]

( And a thumbs up. Yes, he totally just did a thumbs up, because he is still kind of lame and cheesy as a superhero. At least he can't pun quite so effectively, what with the silence.

1. because yes he plans for everything, or tries to. at least some things.

2. cats are awesome. )

It's in the job description: planning and masks.

[lar]

[ She's...going to give him the thumbs up too! ]

Wow, you're the cheesiest hero I've met. Actually the only one so far, but I've got to admit, you are pretty cool.

[ Aaaaaaaaaand they reach the stupid building they've been walking towards. Finally. ]

Hey, we're here, puke free and all.

[bumbles]

( Well, there's no arguing with that - Atlas just shrugs, before glancing up at the building. )

Do you need a hand getting to your room, or would you rather I leave you here?

( After all, she might not want a random stranger knowing exactly where she lives. He does already, but, well. Telling Donny is different to telling Atlas. )

[lar]

Nsh, I can most certainly get there on my own. It's unit 809, feel free to drop by sometime though.

[ And with that she waves her hand and heads in.

But she turns at the last moment! ]

Oh and, you know. Thanks. I owe you one. I know you said magic doesn't work that way, but if you want we could work or train or whatever. Just an idea.

[bumbles]

( A grin and a wave, before he holds a hand to his ear, little finger and thumb extended - the international... or at least, USA sign for call me. Sure, he might have shook his head a little regarding his magic, but he'd be up for training.

But he takes a step back, and unhooks his grappling gun, spinning it around his finger before he points it at a nearby rooftop, and takes aim. )