A Talk - [Narrative] Roughly 19 years from Now
Aug 6, 2027, Earth 212626, the local home of Arabelle Kintotech, Outside New York City, New York
"..Hon, when I made that suggestion, I was joking." Arabelle watched as Technomancer flipped through the obstacle course that the hologenerators had set up. "You don't seriously expect th' Small World thing to work unless it's in a sonic cannon, or the guy's a Condiment King-type."
"I know. I already got the screaming at from Bats." Technomancer flipped up and over a cannon aimed at her, and she disabled it with a sling of her boomerang.
"So." Arabelle leaned back in the chair, folding her arms, "You fired?"
"No, but I've probably got to do one-hundred-ten percent to keep me from being fired." Catch boomerang, flip, jump, grapple-swing. "I was desperate at that point, I have no idea how to interrogate an apparently evil Batman alternaclone." A beat, a flying kick and another flip off of one hand, for which the suit compensated for. "Heck, I don't know how to interrogate period."
"Yeah, that's onna those things that came to me later, too." Arabelle stated thoughtfully, "Really, you gotta be intimidating. Sometimes th' threat of pain works better than actually dishin' it out, or takin' the guy really high and threatenin' to drop him."
Technomancer bounced off of a metool's helmet and landed at the large silver door with Arabelle's GW emblem on it. "That's it?"
"Prolly not, th' Bats're better at that sorta thing than I am. Okay, you're at the training section's Boss, you ready?"
"About as ready as I'll ever be, I'm getting tired of doing just simulations, though." Technomancer sighed and ran through the door.
Meeting a familiar face. A stocky man in a dark blue longcoat with dark gold bodyarmor, brown hair, and a silver visor.
"What th--?!" Technomancer blinked twice, narrowly avoiding the flash of lighting that came her way, "Goldenwing, I fought this guy before!"
Ara blinked, "Say whatnow? I haven't thrown Hard Drive at--"
"No, no, he was in Gotham." Techno jumped to evade more of Hard Drive's attacks, trying to get in close, so he couldn't shoot lightning blasts at her anymore. "Attacked a tech lab with some speedy pyroguy named Lunar."
Arabelle narrowed her eyes, "..That makes no damn sense. Hard Drive's in jail, and Lunar's supposed to be dead, unless they were from that time period of th' Nexus..." Blink, "..Techno, we're gonna have to cut this one short, I wanna talk to someone about this."
"You got it, Goldenwing." She dropped to the floor, as the simulation vanished. Confused. "I'll see you later, then, I've got to report to patrol anyway." That said, Bastet PINpointed away.
"Yeah." Arabelle said a little distractedly, " So do I."
"..Hon, when I made that suggestion, I was joking." Arabelle watched as Technomancer flipped through the obstacle course that the hologenerators had set up. "You don't seriously expect th' Small World thing to work unless it's in a sonic cannon, or the guy's a Condiment King-type."
"I know. I already got the screaming at from Bats." Technomancer flipped up and over a cannon aimed at her, and she disabled it with a sling of her boomerang.
"So." Arabelle leaned back in the chair, folding her arms, "You fired?"
"No, but I've probably got to do one-hundred-ten percent to keep me from being fired." Catch boomerang, flip, jump, grapple-swing. "I was desperate at that point, I have no idea how to interrogate an apparently evil Batman alternaclone." A beat, a flying kick and another flip off of one hand, for which the suit compensated for. "Heck, I don't know how to interrogate period."
"Yeah, that's onna those things that came to me later, too." Arabelle stated thoughtfully, "Really, you gotta be intimidating. Sometimes th' threat of pain works better than actually dishin' it out, or takin' the guy really high and threatenin' to drop him."
Technomancer bounced off of a metool's helmet and landed at the large silver door with Arabelle's GW emblem on it. "That's it?"
"Prolly not, th' Bats're better at that sorta thing than I am. Okay, you're at the training section's Boss, you ready?"
"About as ready as I'll ever be, I'm getting tired of doing just simulations, though." Technomancer sighed and ran through the door.
Meeting a familiar face. A stocky man in a dark blue longcoat with dark gold bodyarmor, brown hair, and a silver visor.
"What th--?!" Technomancer blinked twice, narrowly avoiding the flash of lighting that came her way, "Goldenwing, I fought this guy before!"
Ara blinked, "Say whatnow? I haven't thrown Hard Drive at--"
"No, no, he was in Gotham." Techno jumped to evade more of Hard Drive's attacks, trying to get in close, so he couldn't shoot lightning blasts at her anymore. "Attacked a tech lab with some speedy pyroguy named Lunar."
Arabelle narrowed her eyes, "..That makes no damn sense. Hard Drive's in jail, and Lunar's supposed to be dead, unless they were from that time period of th' Nexus..." Blink, "..Techno, we're gonna have to cut this one short, I wanna talk to someone about this."
"You got it, Goldenwing." She dropped to the floor, as the simulation vanished. Confused. "I'll see you later, then, I've got to report to patrol anyway." That said, Bastet PINpointed away.
"Yeah." Arabelle said a little distractedly, " So do I."