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with a slight chance of pleasantness

Jun 02, 2010 12:29

WHO: IT'S THE MARY AND ZEL SHOW
WHERE: IN THE CIIIiiTY
WHEN: TODAY O'CLOCK
WARNINGS: GOSH GOLLY
SUMMARY: :)
FORMAT: NO

( but it is not a guarantee )

zelgadis | greywords, † mary batson | mary marvel

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littleprovolone June 2 2010, 16:37:47 UTC

It was such a nice day that Mary had decided to take a bit of a break and go out flying. Not on patrol (although she was keeping her eyes open for crime, of course), but just to get out and about. The potential war was on her mind, as it was on everyone's, but so was Raven's wedding and the upcoming prom. Amazing, really, how the little things took importance like that.

As she soared, she spotted a familiar figure stretched out upon a rooftop. She'd recognize that blue skin anywhere, and good for him for getting away from that awful face-mask and hood!

"Zelgadis!" she called, landing nearby and grinning.

inthirds June 2 2010, 16:43:32 UTC

For a second there he figured he just imagined it while dozing, but then there was a woosh and not of the wind-trying-to-blow-that-map-away variety. He squinted up at nothing but sky for a second before turning his head, blinking spots away. Even with a couple of those left to blink away, he could recognize the colors and the cape and the hair--

"Mary?"

littleprovolone June 2 2010, 16:51:55 UTC

"Hey!" she said cheerfully. "How are you? Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, did I interrupting your nap?"

A grey t-shirt was a significant improvement from the beige tunic, but really, why did he go for such bland colors? Well, at least he was adapting to the City a bit better.

inthirds June 2 2010, 16:54:47 UTC

"I wasn't napping," Zelgadis lied, using his elbows to prop himself up and get to sitting upright. At least he wouldn't have to worry about sunburn (unless it made him turn purple; that would be cause for the hood again). He rubbed at an eye with the heel of his hand and blinked a few more times to get everything in focus. "What're you doing?"

littleprovolone June 2 2010, 17:08:17 UTC

"Of course not," Mary agreed amicably, fighting a giggle at her friend. "And nothing in particular; it's nice outside and so I just decided to take a flight. Clear my head a bit, you know? And I spotted you so I thought and come and say hi!"

inthirds June 2 2010, 19:42:02 UTC

"Ah." Made sense. It wasn't like Zelgadis was expecting much different, actually, but it seemed like something to ask. He rolled a shoulder a couple times before he heard a pop, a feeling that inadvertently caused him to stretch, which inadvertently just about sent the map under a leg ready to fly away. He flailed forward and snatched it with a rather embarrassing sound, making a sour face at the now-crumpled mass in hand.

"I was just...mapping," he said, tone going horrifically flat by the end of it. Dammit.

littleprovolone June 2 2010, 20:08:58 UTC

"Mapping?" she asked, leaning over to try and peer at the paper in his hands. "I didn't know you had an interest in cartography! Are you mapping out the City, then? And why? If you just need directions somewhere, you can always buy a map."

inthirds June 2 2010, 23:22:50 UTC

"I did," he said, smearing the map back against the concrete with a palm and an elbow. The city map, probably something free passed out on the street, was loaded with ballpoint pen scratches and lines of his own doing. There were frustrated splotches here and there, as ballpoint pens did sometimes like to not write when the writer wanted. "This thing is unreadable. It's a mess! I'm trying to figure it out and make it better."

littleprovolone June 3 2010, 00:31:44 UTC

To Mary, the map seemed perfectly reasonable and legible. It looked like, well, a map. One that had been scribbled on. "What's so unreadable about it?"

inthirds June 3 2010, 00:40:09 UTC

Zelgadis stared at her a minute, not sure if he should think she was crazy or if he was just an idiot. Both choices were hardly ideal. Rather than address that, he glowered back down at the map, his mouth pinching against heated cheeks. Just the sun.

"It's just not normal," he grumbled, starting to fold it back to shape.

littleprovolone June 3 2010, 01:31:41 UTC

Oh, poor Zelgadis. This world really wasn't anything like his, was it? It stood to reasons that the maps were different, and looked different, too.

"Here, let me see it. Now, which parts specifically aren't normal for you? Loads of people can't read maps, and they're from this world. So just think of this like... learning a new language!"

inthirds June 3 2010, 01:41:32 UTC

That would've been all well and fine if he wasn't in a bit of a hurry to learn it right away (napping aside). As if on cue, Zelgadis' stomach made a grossly humiliating noise that he could only hope was loud just to him and his acute hearing. Regardless, he really was getting close to that purple tint. "There's just too many roads," he said, quick to talk over the sound. "It's too packed in. I can't really get a sense of where things are in relation to...other...things." Granted, there was hardly a city so packed like this one back in his world, so the confusion was somewhat warranted.

littleprovolone June 3 2010, 01:48:14 UTC

She bit her lip to fight back a smile. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm starving, and I always learn better on a fuller stomach. Come on, let's go get something t eat." It was a bit of a kindness, true; Mary wasn't that hungry, but she got the sense that Zelgadis was embarrassed by these sorts of things, and she didn't want to hurt his pride. "And I know what you mean. Sometimes it feels like I'm flying through a canyon! Fawcett City back home wasn't quite this dense, either."

inthirds June 3 2010, 02:02:36 UTC

Truth be told, Zelgadis' primary goal of deciphering the mess of roads and names was to locate food that wasn't sold on street vending carts. But that was hardly dignified to admit, wasn't it? And, mercifully enough, Mary made the segue to food, sparing him further embarrassment.

Folding that damn map the way it came was apparently impossible; he gave up following the folds and just bent it whichever way would get it smaller faster and stuffed it in a pocket as he stood. He made a face at the pen that rolled into view--he must've laid on it when he got tired of trying to make sense of that map. He had others, so he just let it roll out of sight and mind. Food was more important.

"As long as it's not whatever those carts sell..."

littleprovolone June 3 2010, 02:08:48 UTC

Oh dear, he really was a bit hopeless. She'd show him how to fold it later on so it didn't wind up ripping and becoming really useless. "Aw, some of them can be pretty good! Those food trucks that have their own kitchens inside are pretty neat, if you ask me! But I think I know a good place. Unless you want to try something new? It could be like an adventure! Oh, gosh, Zelgadis, I'm not even sure what kind of food you like! Do you like spicy foods?"

inthirds June 3 2010, 02:22:50 UTC

"Anything but orc." Or whatever the hell a hot dog really was. Orc-like. Zelgadis, having perhaps spent too much time around Lina Inverse, could hardly be called fickle. He'd eat whatever was put in front of him in bulk. Secretly. Subtly. So long as it wasn't orc.

A hand patted the sword at his hip impulsively. It looked a bit...well, odd, walking around in a gray t-shirt and tan slacks with a sword on his belt, but without invulnerable, stone skin, he already felt naked enough. And speaking of which...

"I'll need to get my hood."

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