Training was a lot of work. It meant getting up early, eating only what she could for a mild breakfast, and then starting off on a long run through the City. She was a little winded fifty minutes into her jog, but she kept moving, knowing that in the long run, it would help her out in the training sessions on the ship.
A clop clop clop would announce the arrival of Beastboy catching up with her. He'd spotted her from the sky and swooped in to join her on her run. It was significantly slower then the pace he'd been moving at but it was nice to catch his breath.
He curled his lips in a horsey smile and trotted along at her side.
Shifting again he was in his normal form jogging along, a bit less co-ordinated then in his beast forms, "Sup pretty lady? Going my way?" He wiggled his eyebrows with a grin.
Marco eyed the shifting green thing leaping about the city as he walked back to Cassie's house. The last time he'd encountered it, the thing had turned into a tiger on him - it may be some harmless animal at the moment, but he knew that might not last long.
Keeping it an eye on it, Marco pretended everything was normal and just kept walking - if he ignored it, it might ignore him. But if he started morphing? It might interpret that as a threat.
Beastboy was for the time being oblivious to Marco continuing his acrobatics through the air and across the buildings, in Octopus form he moved like a spider across a powerline that was no longer in service before shifting to turtle form and bouncing his way down the phone pole along each hook.
Once on the street he shifted into horse again dashing along the sidewalk and jumping over a felled mailbox and skidding to a stop at a soda machine.
It seemed so out of place, a soda machine in a ruined city but there it was. The horse examined it carefully, and then kicked at it with a hoof.
The machine made a horrible crashing noise and spilled out at least fifty cans of soda which began spitting and hissing, showering the area in sticky sugary liquid causing the horse to whinny and shift back into Beastboy flailing about.
Marco took note of the way the green thing kicked the soda machine - the thing must have some intelligence, even if it wasn't smart enough to consider what happens when you shake a bunch of soda cans. Suppressing a snigger, Marco tried to use this distracted to get out of the thing's sight.
Dripping wet and covered in soda Beastboy groaned and shifted into dog form shaking himself off scattering sticky sweet liquid everywhere till he was mostly dry before shifting back. His hair was standing on end however.
He tried in vain to smooth it down as he scooped up an unopened can and cracked the tab to drink it. He spat it out, tongue hanging out, "Warm." He complained to no one but himself.
There was something over the sound of his dripping that caught his attention however, someone was moving nearby. Considering all that had been happening in the city lately that made Beastboy nervous. He decided to shift into dog form again and try to catch a scent. Once in canine mode he could hear more clearly along with smell and began to stalk the mysterious whoever it was.
Peter, crouching on a average, ordinary, non-living stone gargoyle, was blissfully unaware of the impending collision. Luckily for him, his spider-sense let him in on the the changeling's present trajectory, and the webslinger ducked, barley getting out of the hawk-formed Titan's way.
If hawks could laugh Beastboy would be rolling about in the air, instead he just dipped his wing to Peter in greeting. Even if the webslinger hadn't dodged B.B would have swooped away. He wasn't totally oblivious after all...just mostly.
Beastboy finally landed on the edge of the roof near Peter and shifted back, "That's being generous dude. I'd say anyone who does the stuff we do on a day to day thing is totally insane already."
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He curled his lips in a horsey smile and trotted along at her side.
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Keeping it an eye on it, Marco pretended everything was normal and just kept walking - if he ignored it, it might ignore him. But if he started morphing? It might interpret that as a threat.
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Once on the street he shifted into horse again dashing along the sidewalk and jumping over a felled mailbox and skidding to a stop at a soda machine.
It seemed so out of place, a soda machine in a ruined city but there it was. The horse examined it carefully, and then kicked at it with a hoof.
The machine made a horrible crashing noise and spilled out at least fifty cans of soda which began spitting and hissing, showering the area in sticky sugary liquid causing the horse to whinny and shift back into Beastboy flailing about.
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He tried in vain to smooth it down as he scooped up an unopened can and cracked the tab to drink it. He spat it out, tongue hanging out, "Warm." He complained to no one but himself.
There was something over the sound of his dripping that caught his attention however, someone was moving nearby. Considering all that had been happening in the city lately that made Beastboy nervous. He decided to shift into dog form again and try to catch a scent. Once in canine mode he could hear more clearly along with smell and began to stalk the mysterious whoever it was.
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"BEAST BOY! Watch where you're going!"
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