[Open] We're gonna have a good time!

[adaptiveimmunities]

Who: Tim Drake or Shaun Mason and YOU
Where: Oasis, Jungle, Pyramid
When: Past Lives Event!
Rating: PG-PG-13
Summary: Tim and Shaun throughout the event. Shaun is annoyed by the olde tyme weapons. Tim is just having a good time.
The Story:

[Shaun, throughout the event.]

Shaun is less upset by the occasional hallucination than he is by the fact that he’s wearing period clothes with no armor, and--worse--using a period weapon. It’s not that he doesn’t have an appreciation for early twentieth century firearms, because he does. But the accuracy rating isn’t really what he’s used to in the mid twenty-first century, and when there are zombies around, he prefers to have as much accuracy as possible.

Even if the zombies don’t actually seem to be trying to infect or eat anyone. In fact, they mostly seem like small, angry murderers, but that doesn’t stop Shaun from complaining about the situation. Loudly. A lot. In fact, while he’s clearly enjoying himself, the sound of him bitching about the situation is clear to anyone who comes anywhere near him. Day or night. Oasis, jungle, or pyramid.

“I’m just saying, this would be a lot easier with weapons that you can actually, you know. Aim. And hit what you’re aiming at.”


[Tim, throughout the event.]

It’s Tim’s first event, and so far, he doesn’t see what all the fuss is about. Yes, it’s unsettling waking up someplace new, and without any idea how he got there, but it’s not much different than waking up in Wonderland with no idea how he got there, and he can’t complain about the scenery. He discards the gun he’d woken up with almost immediately. He’s been Robin too long to be really comfortable using one, and he’d rather stick to his strengths.

He does miss his staff. A lot.

So he does the next best thing when he gets to the jungle, and gets himself a solid stick to use if he gets himself into trouble, using it as a walking stick in the meantime. As the event wears on, the visions of Gotham past get more and more disorienting, but he’s trying to ignore it. There are evil zombies to fend off with his stick.

Comments

[mrsarcastic003]

Fruit ninjas? Tim has no idea what she's talking about, but that's fine, because whatever she's doing with his knife seems to be getting results. Exploding into dust definitely counts as results in Tim's book, anyway.

He moves in with his staff, and while he's not causing any explosions of dust, he's also not letting the little guys get close enough to use those stabby knives on either of them. The results are obviously less definitive, but at least they're not getting stabbed.

...Okay, no, he can't let this go.

"What the heck is a fruit ninja?"

[slapfight]

"It's some sort of thing that... attacks fruit, I guess." Why do people keep asking her that! "You'll have to ask Chara and Frisk, they- OW!"

One of the pygmies, armed with a blow dart seems to have taken offense to Peridot's knife skills. The little darts stick in her back like porcupine quills, but the poison in them is ineffective. It still doesn't look all that pleasant and it hurts.

But the pain is worth it for the look on that pygmy's face when she doesn't fall down dead and turns her magnet-guided knife on it. "Heh heh."

[mrsarcastic003]

That. Makes no sense.

Tim, meanwhile, shares no such immunity to poison darts, and is intensely glad to not be their target, this time. The little zombies seem to be content to stick to melee attacks with him, which is making the whole "not getting turned into a pincushion" thing a lot easier on him.

He glances over. The laugh seems to suggest that she's all right, but it doesn't hurt to check in. "You okay?"

[slapfight]

"It takes a lot more than a few needles to destabilize a Peridot's form." She continues to move her arms in erratic movements, trying to guide the knife. The pygmies, knowing they are thoroughly outclassed and also this green goblin thing is FREAKY AS HELL, decide to retreat with angry squeals, some of them even throwing rocks and twigs as they depart, as if to discourage pursuit.

Or maybe just to assure they get the last 'word' somehow.

Peridot watches them depart with a gleeful expression, pointing and laughing. "Hah! Look at them run! They've clearly never seen such elegance and precision in combat before."

[mrsarcastic003]

Okay, 'elegance and precision' aren't exactly the terms Tim would use, but it's not like he can argue with the results. And he's not at all interested in pursuing, so he stands down, glancing at his new... uh. Comrade in arms.

"How did you do that?"

[slapfight]

She reaches behind her to try and pull some of the darts out of her back, struggling a bit because she has short limbs. This would be so much easier with shapeshifting.

"I have metal powers!" She beams, hand finally closing around a dart and yanking it free. "Impressive, huh?"

[mrsarcastic003]

"Uh. Let me help you with some of those." Tim moves toward her to help take some of the darts out. Hopefully before the poison starts to have an effect, though that's probably not very likely. "And yeah, it was really impressive. That works with any metal?"

[slapfight]

Poison is terribly ineffective against light-based lifeforms, but Peridot appreciates him getting the ones she can't reach anyway. They're irritating, if nothing else.

"It works better when the metal has no impurities, but of course any metal. I lifted an entire earth vehicle once!"

Right into the hayloft of the barn.

[mrsarcastic003]

His eyebrows go up. "Wow. I think I can safely say I have never lifted an earth vehicle--or any other vehicle for that matter. Aside from a bicycle, but those are pretty light. So I'm definitely impressed."

[slapfight]

"You should be." She brushes a spec of imaginary lint off her shoulders. "I'm kind of a big deal where I'm from."

There's a sound of chittering noises from a distance- the pygmies complaining about their loss, probably, but it's so sudden and so frightening that Peridot jumps in surprise and grabs a hold of Tim's leg to hide behind him.

[mrsarcastic003]

Do not laugh. Do not laugh.

It takes an effort of will to keep a straight face, but Tim manages it. He casts a quick glance in the direction the pygmies had retreated to, then glances down. "Maybe we should make our way toward camp. I'd hate for you to have to humiliate them again."

[slapfight]

"Um... Right." She sidesteps away from his leg. "And I don't want to be in this overgrowth any longer than I have to be."

She's a gem. She likes to be able to see the earth under her feet, not covered in leafy plant life.

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim nods his agreement and turns in the direction of camp. "Same. I'm way more of a city boy. Jungles aren't really my thing. Uh. I think it's this way?"

[slapfight]

"Hold on." She holds her fingers up, wiggling them for a moment, as she tries to orient her own magnetic field with the cardinal directions, making herself briefly a living compass. It's a new aspect of her powers she's picked up, but it's very handy for navigating. "Affirmative. Camp is to the northeast, so if we head precisely that direction we'll go right to it."

[mrsarcastic003]

"Well, let's hope we don't have to make any detours, right?" He gives her a quick grin. "That, by the way, is another very cool thing you can do. I would need an actual compass. And ideally a map as well."

[slapfight]

She doesn't know what to do with all this praise. Oh wait, yes she does. Eat it up with a spoon.

"It's another quirk of my metal powers. I can orient myself using magnetic poles, like a compass!" She laughs, a little manically. "I'm basically amazing, I know. Truly an invaluable member of Wonderland's community."

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim laughs. No lack of confidence there. "I can tell. I feel lucky to have run into you just now."