[Thread] In the Slightest of Breezes

[invisikid]

Characters: AU: Lyle Norg, OPEN
Where: Open area in the park
When: Early afternoon
Summary: Feeling confined in his room, Lyle decides to go hang out/train in the park.
Warnings: Depends on who he meets?

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[poppingseeds]

Persephone had been outside doing much the same thing -- training. After Batman had crashed her date with Robin, the goddess had felt an overwhelming desire to kick the living snot out of something and so help anyone that dared try to stop her.

That was where the brambles came in -- her targets for the day. Equipped with her staff, Persephone made her way out to the usual haunt, dressed in her training gi and a couple of sweaters for good measure. It really was getting cold and Persephone couldn't help but wrinkle her nose at the thought -- just one more thing to be angry about. It probably irked her more that she couldn't blame the weather on Batman; it was so easy to blame everything else on the bat right now.

At least she wouldn't be out there alone. Spotting Lyle, even in the expanse of the park, wasn't all that hard for the goddess. A built in friend-dar? Maybe. Persephone made a beeline for the Legionnaire, the tone in which she greeted him not carrying its usual enthusiasm, more dark. "Lyle! Out training?"

[invisikid]

Lyle blinked out of a daze, something brought on by the familiar motions and his own distant thoughts. When he realized it was the goddess calling for him, his eyes brightened and he relaxed to a normal stand. "Hey! Yeah, I was beginning to feel twitchy from not moving." He laughed, though the edge on her tone didn't go unnoticed. With a small nod to her staff, he noted: "It seems like you were thinking the same thing."

The teen chuckled a little at her pile of sweatshirts. Well, he sort of wished he had one himself now that he was more aware of the weather. "It's been too long." He said fondly, but his gaze was finally filled with the concern that the weight in her words had brought on. "What's up?" It was a double question. Persephone was probably tired of him worrying over her so much.

[poppingseeds]

A faint smile moved its way across Persephone's face before disappearing entirely. It seemed an innocuous enough question, but for the goddess, it was certainly a loaded one. "A lot of things. Nothing too important." Lies! And it probably wasn't all that hard to tell it was either, the goddess shifting from foot to foot agitatedly and not making eye contact.

Batman. Freaking Batman.

Changing the subject as quickly as she could, she asked lightly, "So. Looking for a sparring partner?"

[invisikid]

He frowned, his eyes narrowing suspiciously at her obvious lie. Something was obviously up, but she seemed determined to keep it from him. Lyle sighed dramatically, rubbing the back of his neck and placing his free hand on his hip. "Fine, fine. Θα αφήσουμε μόνο του για τώρα." He muttered, the Greek feeling awkward on his tongue but still there to add a bit of connection between the two of them. She knew she could lean on him, he'd been telling her that from the start. It was just a matter of her taking him up on that offer

[tomo_boshi]

Tomo was on one of his strolls through the city, trying to decide just what his next bout of mischief should entail. He had nothing in mind at the moment, really, though his instincts told him that with that new fellow in town, that Wu Chou, things might be getting rather interesting rather soon.

As he crossed the park his eyes fell upon a young man doing katas of some sort. He slowed to watch with thinly veiled interest, so much so that he wasn't looking at where he was going and tripped over something in the grass, stumbling ungracefully but at least managing to keep himself from falling on his face. He cursed quietly as he straightened up, dusting off his coat.

[invisikid]

Lyle froze mid motion, turning his head quickly in the direction of the noise. Someone...tripped? He didn't realize who it was, and instantly called out. "Hey, are you okay?"

But then, as Tomo rose properly, recognition flashed through him.

The last thing he wanted was a fight. If this man really was the one that attacked Nightwing, Robin and Quatre that night, he was a powerful enemy. He breathed, relaxing his body as much as possible given the situation. Maybe if he acted like he didn't know who he was, then they could part ways on calm terms. Sprock, it might even be someone totally different; the darkness of the memory, no matter how sharply he recalled it, left much to be desired in terms of identification. Or it could even be a different version of the guy. He had no clue. Still, he warily considered the man before him.

[tomo_boshi]

Tomo saw the range of emotions cross the boyish face as his memories struggled to call up images from that amusing night, finally settling on wary caution. But the boy had no cause for concern...yet.

He smiled and dipped a slight bow, allowing his feathers to ruffle slightly by themselves. "I am quite well, thank you for your concern. I was distracted by your practice. Are you a fighter of some sort?"

[invisikid]

He blinked in surprise at the bow, taking a small step back. Despite himself, that action made him embarrassed; he'd never been bowed to before. His hand shot up and rubbed the back of his neck. In any normal circumstances his face would have been going slightly red in uncertainty. Was it now? He couldn't tell. Any outward appearances were ignored for the focus on analyzing the situation, and figuring out if Tomo was up to anything. It was almost like his outer self and inner self were two separate people; one making cautious conversation with a man who attacked his friend, the other frantically calculating and observing

[notarrowette]

Maybe going for a walk in the park on a sprained knee wasn't the best idea Cissie had ever had--and it was bound to earn her a lecture from Tim--but she needed some air. There was only so much time a person could spend in those apartments, and from the feel of the air, it wouldn't be long before winter came and put a stop to being able to wander outdoors for no reason.

She made her way to the park and spotted someone practicing some martial arts movements. She slowed, watching him quietly, not wanting to interrupt.

[invisikid]

He made sure the movements flowed, so that one seemed to start just as the other ended. To add some interest, he threw in some more lethal jabs that Karate Kid had taught him right before he'd arrived in Econtra. But they were chosen carefully, so it seemed that they fit in right with his own style.

The Legionnaire finished through a kata, turning to start another, before freezing in surprise. He had an audience?

"Hey!" He called, falling out of stance and waving a little. Had they met before?

[notarrowette]

"Hi," Cissie said, returning the wave with a friendly smile. She approached him, her smile turning sheepish. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

[OOC: I've been listening to Idina Menzel all afternoon, thanks to this thread! ♥!]

[invisikid]

"No, no, not at all." He dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand, smile matching hers. "I was just...filling time, I suppose. Got a little cooped up."

He regarded her a moment before nodding his head politely. "Have we... been introduced properly?"

[OOC: I'm dorkishly happy someone recognized her lyrics! :D]

[forgetsthemilk]

Darkwing wasn't usually around during the day. He was a night bird, after all. It was a hard habit to break, always being awake at night for the most part back home, but even he felt the need to get a bit of sun.

Even if it was a bit cold. So he decided to take a walk around the park and happened upon a young man doing some training. Darkwing paused to watch the man for a while before making comment. "A very interesting style. I don't believe I'm familiar with it." He said. Which was odd, since he knew most styles at least somewhat, if only to be able to recognize them.

[invisikid]

"It has a basis in aikido." Lyle explained, deciding to finish his combination before facing the newcomer properly. "Though I come from the 31st century, and it's evolved over time. Not to mention-" He finished with a sharp, open palmed jab. One that would probably knock someone out if applied correctly. "I've mixed in some other styles where they were needed. Fit your weapon to your profession, right?"

The Legionnaire turned, a little surprised at first. He hadn't really properly met a non-human-shaped Econtrian yet, despite his months in the compound. He knew some who were friends of a friend, but he'd never actually been introduced properly to them. It wasn't that he was bothered by them, though. In fact, he was used to meeting non-humanoids across the United Planets.

No need to not be polite then, right? He gave a low nod, something of a mix between a martial arts bow and a proper introduction. "I don't think we've met before."

[forgetsthemilk]

"Very true and wise words for any professional fighter." Darkwing said, studying the boy. He had to wonder what type of fighter he was, actually.

Of course, by now, Darkwing was used to humans always being around. The compound was full of them, after all, so he's rather gotten over the shock of it all.

Darkwing held out his hand in greeting. "No, I don't believe so. I'm Darkwing Duck." He said.

[invisikid]

He laughed, waving a hand to dispel the notion. He liked proving his skills and usefulness; Once he'd even rubbed it in Timber Wolf's face when he saved his viscous teammate after the older boy had called him a wuss earlier that day. But there wasn't any reason to put up any false facts about himself. He was a genius, a hero, a spy with impressive defensive combat skills, but not a warrior of some kind. "I'm a scientist first."

"Invisible Kid." It seemed that they were using code names first. The Legionnaire grinned and shook Darkwing's offered hand. "But most people call me Lyle when I'm out of uniform."

[powerfulbeauty]

Ah, autumn at last. When the seasons quit arriving after the Conception, Chiaki began to miss the heat of summer, the smoldering leaves of fall, and the snows that followed in the wake of approaching winter. The cool wind rippled the fur along her torso and tail pleasantly and tossed the browned mane of her hair as she walked, making sure she didn't have to raise a clawed hand to push it away from her face. Peering around at the trees and other plants made her feel more like being in another world than the barracks, alien threats, and the other Drafted had yet. It had been, what? Months, even maybe a year since she'd laid eyes on anything green

[invisikid]

He didn't see or hear her. He was only human, after all, and she could stay as silent as she wanted to as long as she didn't move hastily.

Lyle breathed through his nose, eyes focusing on something both there and not. His body, tensing and relaxing in a second nature rhythm, began to follow through the flowing style he'd collected over the years. Step forward and a sweeping arch with an open palmed hand, seemingly harmless but with right precision and force it could knock someone onto their back. More steps, similar to those used when he'd danced, were the basis of more imaginary pins, disabling blows and nerve jabs.

Finally, he fell to a stop, unable to ignore the reoccurring sense that he was being watched. The park really was busy today. Sighing again, he threw a look around the area, trying to figure out if his hunch was really just a hunch. Was there someone else nearby?

[powerfulbeauty]

Just one unusually focused-looking nekomata; nothing odd here! Well, by Econtra standards, anyway. She wouldn't be hard to see, as she wasn't hiding and the white fur covering her neck and torso would stand out against the green-brown park backdrop. Whatever expression she had watching him was hidden by the mask covering the lower half of her face, but there was no doubt that she had her eyes on him.

Still, there was no sound or motion to approach. Only more of that feral stare burning through the distance between them to keep locked on Lyle.

[invisikid]

He noticed her, her odd coloring bringing her easily into focus.

"..." He twitched under her stare. In a last ditch hope that it wasn't him she was hunting down with a glare, the Legionnaire glanced over his shoulder, trying to find something behind him worth such an intense look. Nothing. Well, florg it all.

He couldn't help but feel like an antelope from one of those ancient wild life documents, as a lion crouched low and stared at it through the grass. Should he say something to it...her? He recognized the long hair and feminine build. "Erm..." Lyle breathed, taking a half step back but already calculating what he would do when she did move.