Rise of the New Warriors, Part 6

Summary:
August 10, 2014: When the stars align just right, a lad can meet a girl with aqua-coloured eyes.

New Warriors Plaza Construction Site

The old site of Warriors Plaza, which is currently undergoing some heavy reconstruction and refurbishment.


Characters

NPCs


Mood Music:


This is New York so there is always some kind of construction going on and pedestrians everywhere, and among them, somewhere is Courtney. She gave her number to the guy after the bank robbery when he expressed interest in forming his own hero team. Did she actually expect anything to come of it? Anything was possible. Did she expect a call this soon? No. She got the call, her surprise obvious over the phone and agreed to a meeting, so here she is at the appointed time and place. Even in the crowds of New York, she has the tendency to stand out, having not lost that California beach bum look, with her baby-tee, board shorts and sandals, along with that crazy red belt that hangs around her hips.

*

Having agreed to meet her, Garth is waiting at the prearranged location, not too far from the construction site, but far enough that she wouldn't be able to see it yet. He wore a yellow t-shirt with three black stripes running along the outside of his arms, up from his elbows, over his shoulders, and meeting at the sides of his neck. Lower down, he wore a matching but inverted pair of black bike shorts with the stripes in yellow, both with a little Adidas somewhere, and upon his feet, he wore some black socks under black shoes with yellow accents.

He sat on a park bench, a block of greenery in the city, near a fountain, though no bike was visible. By his clothes, he looked like he had biked here. Seeing Courtney appear, the Atlantean waved her over and rose from the bench, "Hey Courtney, you came!” He seems surprised that she did, maybe he’s just easily surprised. “I’m glad, how are you? Have you had breakfast yet?” Concern for his new friend evident in his small talk.

*

Having been spotted first, Courtney looks in the direction of her name and then quickly moves through the sparse suit and tie brigade that makes up most of the foot traffic at this time of day. "Yeah." skipping the usually greeting she would give under the flurry of questions "Colour me intrigued." she quickly takes in their surroundings, before focusing her eyes back on him "I'm great. Yes, well kinda…and Morning."

*

"Come on," he gestures with his left arm, raising and swinging it. When he notices it's position in relation to her, he holds it, having seen this in a movie, and kind of leaves it up for her to link arms with if she so desires. It wasn't planned by him, and she seems to awkwardly accept the gesture. It would have been rude not to. Walking with her, they round the corner, passing through a maze of people, and they see a building undergoing reconstruction.

There's a frame, scaffolding, a lot of it has been gutted, but construction is hard at work. Tilting his head towards her, he explains, "the thought was that that renting out the lower levels would pay for it, and our work.” He seems to be proud of what's going on, but it could come across as a little daunting.

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Despite their height difference Courtney doesn't have much trouble keeping pace with him as the walk along. The awkwardness of the situation, walking arm in arm with a near perfect stranger fades as the rudimentary plan for the building is explained. As they stop before it she nods at his words, "You must have been planning this for awhile now. A few months for the building to be this far along. And then all the time needed to get investors to help pay for the first phase of the project." seems she knows a bit about how all this works "How long until its complete?

*

"Honestly, I think I've probably been thinking of this for years. When I was younger, I used to go by the name Aqualad. I was so young, so naive, but they were good times, I fought alongside Speedy, Robin, Raven, Stargirl, and a couple of others. Speedy now goes by Arsenal, and Robin's Nightwing, though I hear that there's a new Robin."

"It's been designed by some human architects, but a lot of it has been done by Atlanteans. I'm actually a High Councillor there. It's kind of like being a member of the Cabinent, I think. It's good to be a friend of the King." He smirks and winks at her. "So, funding wasn't much of a problem. The real problem has been convincing people of the good we could do together."

"Nightwing's got a lot on his plate, Starfire's dealing with some… personal issues, and the others, well, not sure how that's going to go. Flash has got something else going with the United Nations, which… isn't too popular with Atlantis. They don't recognise us. But, I don’t want to get into politics."

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"It would seem that way." Courtney gestures to the building "With how fast this is going." as he lists all those that he has fought crime and villainy with in the past she looks a bit startled, though if it is that there are so many or just a specific one is a mystery. As he talks further she looks at him a bit closer. It's been years yes, but she can see it now, the resemblance to a young man she has fought with before. She stifles a grin to herself, won't he be surprised when he finds out the truth..if he doesn't already realise.

"Having the right pull in the right places does help speed things along." another nod is given "Yes a lot of people are on the fence about heroes. Some even claiming that if it weren't for heroes there would be no villains. A bit of circular logic there.

*

"If you'd like, we could go in and have a look. I'm sure the workers would object, but I have a bit of pull here." He grins to her, and stands near a cross walk, waiting for the light to change so that they can cross safely. Sure, they could step into traffic and not worry, but it'd be bad for publicity if they did that.

Despite his youth, being in his early 20's, Garth is a veteran. He's endured hardships, and not just the one that caused those two deep scars over his left eye. "Or, if you'd prefer, we could go someplace a little more private, to spare, show off our stuff, or if you're hungry, we could eat. So, what do you want to do, Courtney?"

*

Another look of the building is given and Courtney gives a shake of her head "No. Let's let the workers do there thing in peace. They'll probably get things done much better if they are not having to make way for a tour." waiting for the light to change, how un-New Yorker like, she finds it amusing, especially the grumbling when people have to walk around them.

Pondering the other choices a coy grin comes to her lips "A bit early for the you show me yours and I'll show you mine thing…" she laughs then at her obvious insinuation "Sparring could be interesting, if you aren't afraid of getting beat by a girl." no modesty at all, about her fighting skills at least.

*

He nods and is somewhat thankful. They have a lot to work on, especially making adjustments for him, and any other potential member who might have specific environmental issues. But then, that is one of Atlantis' specialties, dealing with pressure, air, filters, and things like that. Many of their cities are domed.

A slight rosiness comes across his cheeks as she mentions showing his and hers. He's quietly relieved when she changes the subject to sparring, "In Atlantis, we know that women are just as able as men. We all have our strengths and our weaknesses. But, I think I can hold my own against you." He smiles, oblivious to the other meaning.

*

"Sadly that's a memo that quite a few of the cultures here didn't get." and considering her own appearance she probably experiences a bit of that prejudice herself. She's probably heard just about every blonde joke that has ever been said.

The blushing is noted, while she finds it cute she doesn't want to embarrass him further by pointing it out, "So the building doesn't look like it will be inhabitable for quite a while. Where will this team of yours hang on in the mean time?

*

"I am no expert on human cultures, but I am learning about this one. At this point, I'm probably as American as I am Atlantean. I like steak and potatoes. Who doesn't enjoy a good burger. I listen to music, watch TV, and speak English.”

He walks with her towards the forested area near 'W'-shaped building, glancing at her a few times, admiring his new friend. She still hasn't told him her codename. He only knows her by Courtney, no last name either. "I hadn't really thought of that. Probably just live at our own homes, apartments, and meet at my place, unless anyone else wants to host. It's easy for me. No secret identity.” And in a strong, heroic voice, he says, “For I am Garth, High Councillor of the Kingdom of Atlantis, Tempest of the New Warriors, Hero, and" turning back to a normal voice, smiling at his own joke, “a pretty decent guy even if I do say so myself.”

*

"American yes, but not a New Yorker." something she isn't either. She stops at traffic signals and still looks up and checks out the skyline, like some tourist on vacation "I live in Metropolis in a university dorm room. It's cramped enough with just my room mate and I. Not much room for to many visitors." which explains a bit. As he introduces himself formally she chuckles with amusement "Well you get high marks for presentation." she looks around as the walk through the shade of the trees "So where are we going?" she isn't worried or anything, just curious.

*

"Metropolis huh? That could be an issue. You'll have a room at the Plaza, for whenever you want to spend the night, or just keep a set of clothes, stuff, anything you want. I… is your room mate one of us? I just hear stories all the time about heroes rooming together and not even knowing it. But if he or she,” he fishes, “is one of us, maybe they'd like to join the Warriors?"

Moving to an area of the forest, a little off the beaten path, he explains, "Oh, I just thought some place out in the open, where we wouldn't have as many onlookers.” Raising his left hand, it begins to glow red, and she can feel the heat from there. He does the same with his right and it begins to feel cold. Then his eyes glow purple and a beam of violet light seems to dig a small hole in the grass, a divot. “See, I don't need a costume, or equipment. I am me.” And he bends down, to do what he can with his bare hands to fix the divot he created.

*

Her shoulders lift into a shrug at the question "Is she? Isn't she? I'm hardly going to betray her trust by answering that question." Well that proves one thing. She has some degree of loyalty to her friends.

She can do nothing but follow… well she could but chooses not to. "Gotcha." a nod is given, it's a city, spectators come with the territory, but it's nice to know of places that they are less frequent. Stepping back as he begins to fire off beams of light she looks moderately impressed. "Well no one needs a costume. Some of us just prefer anonymity." she makes no comment about equipment, since she has all sorts of need for that.

*

"So, I don't know your powers, but mine's sorcery, and a bit of innate ability. I can talk to marine life and I’m a really good swimmer, but that hardly ever comes into play.” He’s comfortable revealing his abilities. It’s a matter of public record. It can be so liberating not giving a toot who knows what. He has no family on the surface, and his friends are all super powered, so, no one to get hurt by associating with him.

“It might have been wrong to suggest sparring then,” he says, trying to accommodate her anonymity and wondering if she needs equipment that she does not have on her. His face turning into a smirk, he chuckles, “and my record remains secure. I have yet to lose to a surface girl.”

*

"I don't know much about that mystical arts, but it sounds like that would come in handy for more than just keeping the streets safe." of course her idea of magic is mostly what she sees in movies. "You saw some of it the other day." at least if he was paying attention, which him glued to the wall she isn't sure if he was or not "Strength, speed, flight, force fields, energy blasts." each of which she did display during the bank robbery "A little bit of everything."

Her next move may just blow her cover, but if they are going to be team mates he is going to find out anyway, may as well be in circumstances she has control over. It's a challenge, or at least she hears it as one. One she rises too. She turns rapidly, the a staff appearing in her hands which she sweeps around as she moves, sweeping his legs out from under him. The move doesn't end there the staff is flipped, the business in held inches above his chest. The staff could be familiar. There is only one like it, and only two people have carried it, and she obviously isn't the other one, that was a guy. "What record is that now?" she smirks down at him. And yes, she cheats.

*

"I could teach you, if you had it within you." He hesitates, some people have the gift, the ability, the potential, and some do not. "I’m not sure if you have any magical affinity, but if that is the case, I could certainly teach you.”

He listens to her powers, thinking that she is a well rounded young woman, a jack of all trades power wise. "It does sound like that Courtney, you are a most well rounded girl,” and he blushes a little, getting that double meaning.

But then her staff appears, and she sweeps it under his legs. He falls onto his ass, his shorts thumping against the grass. He looks up at her, as she holds the staff, and reaches for it, trying to grab it and tug her down as well, “it’s not over, until it’s over.”

*

She highly doubts she has any mystical abilities. And thankfully she is round in the right places instead of all over. Neither get commented on since right now she has other pressing matters, like trying to hold her own against an equally skilled opponent.

As he tugs the staff she leans back slightly to keep from being pulled down on top of him, as the tug of war ensues the realization that while she is strong he is stronger. This gives her two choices, let go of the staff or fall. She was ingrained with the lesson never give your enemy a weapon, especially this weapon, not that anyone can use it, but it is a high tech peice of equipment. Her weight shifts as she lets him pull, so at least when she goes down she will land on her knees one on each side, hands still holding the staff though. She has no intention of letting go.

*

With no sense of danger around her, Garth can afford to play. He doesn't think she'd hurt him, not deliberately, and as an Atlantean, he is usually stronger and more hardy than a surface dweller, even a super powered one. He's testing her right now, curious about her abilities, and the girl who wields them. He finds her to be a skilled opponent, quite talented, but as the tug-o'-war continues, he is found to be the stronger of the pair, not by much, but by enough.

She comes down, with the staff, straddling him, knees on either side of him. He looks up and smiles, almost bordering on a light laugh as he tries to get the staff, and she tries to keep on. Knowing he's not going to get it without a fight, he decides to try some trickery, rolling to the side, trying to take her with him so that he's now on top. "Does this mean I win?" Oh, it’s barely begun, but she’s fun to be around.

*

While most of her skill in fighting does come from the belt, she has had training, quite enough to anticipate the move. She has more tricks up her sleeve so she doesn't fight the roll, even though she knows the manoeuvre to get out of it. "Hardly." she looks past him. There was a third option, one she uses now. Her staff seems to take a life of its on as it rockets into the air. She was expecting it, and flying is one of her things so she is fine dangling there from the staff. They don't go too far upward, it's a safe drop, or rather a safe drop for them, maybe not for a normal person, not deadly though.

*

That's a new one. The staff can fly, and by extension, so can she. How does she control it? He can't say, but up he goes with her, hanging onto the bat. The drop doesn't look too serious, not for him, or most likely her, but he isn't about to give up like that. If she's going to use her powers, he'll use his own, and he's going to fight dirty. As they fly through the air, he reaches out with his right hand, wiggling his fingers and clenching his fist just so, performing a spell of sorts. The water from a fountain roars up into the air, tickling his toes, running up her legs, and over their bodies. He gets wet as well, but his clothing was designed for use in the water, and he's an Atlantean, so, it's hardly a concern. He stops the water fight, and grabs onto the staff with both hands, blushing and laughing. He's having a blast.

*

There is a shiver as the water starts creeping up her bare leg, probably from the sudden coldness of it. She isn't overly concerned with the water either. Her board shorts are pretty much glorified swim trunks and her t-shirt is blue. As long as he isn't trying to drown her she's fine, wet yes, but she'll dry. She lets go with one hand as she staff slowly starts to descend. "One question Garth of Atlantis." she wiggles her fingers too "Are you ticklish?" she will then proceed to find out.

*

Of course he's not trying to drown her. He's just having fun… twenty-feet in the air. The water falls back to the ground, dissipating into a mixture of rain and as if someone had just poured out a bucket, but the wetness, the slick water will remain until it dries out. Some of it reached up to his neck, and he hydrated himself, breathing through the pores in his skin.[%R][%R]But what's this? Oh, she's serious? A look of dread fills his eyes, and he shakes his head in the negative, lying to her, but when she proceeds to find out, he very much is, laughing, squirming, struggling to keep his grip as she tickles him up there. He blushes and smiles and laughs.

*

She doesn't let up as the staff continues to drift them down to the ground. Only when solid ground is under their feet does she stop, pulling her staff from his hands at the same time. Realizing that they are close enough to be practically touching she takes a step back "I'm fine with calling it a draw." she wiggles her fingers again in mock threat.

*

"A draw it is,” and as he looks on at her, wet from the water, he adds, “let me fix that,” and begins to dry her out, using his powers with some fine control, heating her, without harming her, or her clothes. It's like leaning over a toaster, except it's directed with his hand.[%R][%R]“That was fun, Courtney. You’ve got a lot of powers, and I’m curious to see more. Hope I didn’t play too rough with you, though?”

*

She looks down at herself as she is suddenly warm and getting dry "Well I know who I would prefer to have with me if I was stuck in the Artic." she pulls her hair over her shoulder, squeezing the excess water from the ends so it will dry faster "I'm fine. It takes more than a little rough housing to bother me." it's a hint that on top of other things she probably has some mild invulnerability too. "The rest will have to be for another day. You should always leave your audience wanting more." she gives a wink.


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