Through the looking glass [bendytimed to some time when s!@% isn't getting real]

[crusaderinacape]

Welcome to Nanda Parbat, the hidden city. Squirreled away in the mountains of Tibet, an ancient temple preserving spiritual teachings that would otherwise have been lost centuries ago, takes refuge from the world under a wing of cliff face and blizzard. There are flowers here that grow nowhere else on Earth, flowers that can only grow here. Few

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[standaloneshell]

She was busy.

Well, she was always busy, planning the attack, potentially attacks on GLaDOS, working in Neuropathy, or a multitude of other things. But one thing the Major is not, no matter her schedule, is unobservant.

So, when the AI bitch let go of her memory and the fact that Batman was the person who should have been occupying the missing places in her recall became apparent... Naturally, she went looking for him. The nice thing about having a wireless load-in to the Omnicomm network was that it made triangulating on individual signals as simple as knowing which direction gravity was pulling in.

The fact that he's the only large heat-source in a cavern coated in ice doesn't hurt, either. The joys of in-built infrared vision.

Of course, she doesn't speak, once she knows he's seen her. That would be making it too easy. She only stares at him in the dark and waits: they are neither of them so blind as seeming.

[crusaderinacape]

Seen her? No. He could have brought the cowl and all its fancy gadgets, but that would have defied the point of the exercise, now, wouldn't it?

Actually, it's the reverberation of the ground under her feet that identifies her first. With an obsessive fervour that is truely Holmesian, he collects the sounds that would betray a particular member of the crew. As one of the few members of the crew with a drastically nonhuman weight class, hers was not the most difficult riddle to crack.

"You're spoiling it," he mutters from his lotus position on the floor.

[standaloneshell]

"If I could find a cyborg who'd achieved enlightenment, I'd download it off their cyberbrain to save time," she replied, acidly. 'Ruining it' was her major past-time, on any given day. Double for weekends and days when her coworkers disappeared without a trace.

Not friend, goddammit. Shut up.

[crusaderinacape]

"No, you wouldn't," he objects. You reel off so many philosophy soundbites that you're occasionally mistaken for Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Major. He's not buying your snark.

"Did you want something in particular or are you just here to stomp on sandcastles?"

the entire Nanda Parbat? or just the ice caverns?

[crysteel_future]

Curiosity had once killed this cat. Well, kind of.

Nura's a curious girl. When something interests her, she goes towards it. It was what had lead her towards many things in her young life. And when she passes the sensoriums, curiosity leads her into entering. A hint from her precogging? Or that natural something interesting is beyond that door occurring to her?

Whatever the case, she enters, and finds herself standing at a very different location than that of the halls of Stacy. She moves her high-heeled feet forwards, eyes taking in the scenery with delighted awe.

She really needs to invest more time in her curiosity if it's what lead her to a place as beautiful as this.

All of it. He's very thorough.

[crusaderinacape]

The scene seems to spill out from her feet. The huge stone temple, clearly of Eastern and ancient design, encloses the whole city, set against the cliff faces as if it were hewn from the mountain itself.

The fresh prints in the snow might shed some light on whose mind this particular view is a product of...

oh awesome.

[foreseen_future]

If Nura was paying attention to her talent for nuance and detail, she would very well have noticed those fresh prints in the snow. But she's too caught up in the sights. She climbs a pair of steps to the top, where she gets an even better view of where exactly she is.

She opens her mouth to let out a silent, "Wow..." It's even more breath-taking from this view...

[crusaderinacape]

Her host even put the effort into populating it. Sparsely, he'll admit, but nonetheless the odd monk or pilgrim can be seen toing and froing about the retreat. Even so, it's deadly quiet, the atmosphere palpitating with a hushed reverence.

[goddamnwingman]

Dick has never been to this place. He knows of it, of course. He was once Batman's protege, with all the knowledge that comes with it. But Nanda Parbat would never have been the right place for him to learn.

Knowing where he is as he steps into the Sensorium, Dick pauses, knowing there aren't that many people who could bring this to mind and only one he can honestly think of that would. He steps in, letting the doors close behind him, then moves through the snow.

[crusaderinacape]

The Nanda Parbat experience is the caped crusading equivalent of a spa retreat, the detox for men whose poisons are fighting evildoers and getting into all sorts of trouble. It had been essential to Batman's initial training, and again after his paranoid nervous breakdown in the wake of the Justice League's disintergration. Perhaps the trauma his 'death' by Darkseid was bound to have induced could benefit from it too.

Having finished his exercise, though perhaps not entirely to his satisfaction, Bruce paces out of the ice caverns and back into the city itself. Oblivious to his guest, he betrays the slightest hint of lackadaisy, something he wouldn't be caught dead doing if he were in the tights.

[goddamnwingman]

That may be one reason why Dick eventually put away the actual cape. Well, that and it getting in the way. He preferred to be in motion and didn't need the win drag.

When Bruce emerges, Dick stays back and to the few shadows, watching the man who has been his mentor and father longer than his biological one had been. It's nice to see Bruce actually relaxed, given the man hasn't really done it since...well, before Jason. And frankly, he'd rather not push Bruce out of that mindset right now. But since leaving would give him away, staying is the option he takes. And for a man who prefers to be in motion, Dick is very good at staying still when he wants to.

[crusaderinacape]

He walks over to the steps of one of the temples where a bowl is laid out. Batman prepares for everything, and that includes bringing some of the mess hall slop along in case his withdrawal into the mountains of Tibet turned out to be a long one. However, thanks to the wonders of the sensoriums it's not so much a colourless, flavourless goop as strips of dried meat with salad. Even his imagination is practical, it would seem.

He doesn't even manage cutlery, instead sitting apishly in front of the temple, picking at the bowl with one hand while reading from a book (again, self-supplied) held by the other.