sticky

[secondchances]

Who: Stephanie Brown and YOU??
What: Sighing a lot and getting tar everywhere
When: Today!
Where: The castle grounds
Rating: PG



Tar, tar everywhere. It was black, sticky, and warm to the touch--which Steph discovered, as it clung to her arms and neck. It didn't take too long for her to realize that many in the castle were being afflicted by this, so she tried to tough through it. It would stop eventually, and she had things to do. There was still a lot to be done in the city, before she and Cass left on the expedition.

However, the more she touched, the more tar seemed to come from her hands.

She wasn't going to be useful to anyone today, let alone herself, she came to realize.

What was the logical response?

To lay down on the grass in front of the castle, of course. Maybe if she didn't touch anything for a while, the sticky goo would recede. In the meanwhile, staring at the sky seems like a good option.

Yeah, castle. She gets the irony. She messes up everything she touches. Ha ha.

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[heloise]

"The ground we are lying on is probably made of some... duck crap too." The streets of Rome is stained with everything, she knows. She doesn't really mind, quietly drumming on Steph's tummy. "At least in the spring there will be flowers here. Nothing grows from tar."

[secondchances]

The drumming gets a small giggle.

"You make duck crap sound poetic."

[heloise]

"I am quite gifted in the matter," she smirks too.

"But I would rather talk of things other than duck crap." No matter how amusing that sounds. Duck crap. Hm.

[secondchances]

"What would you like to talk about, then?" Anything but tar and duck crap.

[heloise]

She drops her gaze to the grass, now drawing curled patterns on it using her tar-stained finger. It does come off of her eventually.

"Many people would see me spar, is that not strange? Cass would teach me," she shifts her gaze to Steph. "What do you think?"

[secondchances]

"It's important to be able to defend yourself," she replies. Cass is better than Molotov or Ezio, at any rate. "Cass is a great teacher. She helped teach me, back in the day. I may or may not have vomited on her from exhaustion."

[heloise]

She chuckles, poking Steph's tummy playfully, especially since she can't tickle her back, right?

"I have other ways of defending myself."

[secondchances]

She jerks at the poke. Oh, don't tempt her.

"Maybe, but nothing really gets the point across as well as a good punch to the face."

[heloise]

"I can do that already," she smirks. Not really but Molotov showed her how and surely she can do it when it is warranted.

"I like her. Cassandra, she is the sweetest."

[secondchances]

"She really is. You'll never meet anyone else quite like Cass."

[heloise]

She fiddles with Steph's hair then, trying her best to untangle the tar from it, since she knows it won't stain her as badly.

"Tell me, how did you meet her?"

[secondchances]

It's an obvious question, but one Steph didn't think of a good cover for. Whoops. Time to wing it.

"We both had the same teacher, at one point. He introduced me to her. I saw her practicing self defense, and it was awesome. It just kinda went from there."

Okay, that's mostly the truth. She just left out all the boring Batman stuff.

[heloise]

"You never offered to teach me," she barely stifles a smirk, obviously teasing. "I would have chosen you in a heartbeat."

[secondchances]

"Cass can teach you more." And probably won't have as many awkward moments with her, either. "She's the one you'd want to learn from."

[heloise]

"I do not need to be very good, just good enough to escape anyone who means to hurt me," it still seems farfetched that anyone would, at least not physically.

"We could train together. You can watch me be clumsy for once," this isn't just an excuse to spend more time with both of them, nope.

[secondchances]

"Watch you stumble around? I don't think I can say no to that," she hums. "If Cass agrees to it, then sure."

Please, like Cass wouldn't. She'd be thrilled.

[heloise]

"And maybe slip on tar, depending on how the castle's moods turn. I promise not to be mad even if you laugh at me."

[secondchances]

"Please, no slipping on anything."

We all remember what happened last time.

"That does remind me, though--Cass and I are going to be heading out on that expedition next week, assuming this stuff doesn't stick around and delay it. We could probably set up something after."

Look, she's being nice and telling Lucrezia what's going on in her life.

[heloise]

No, but why is she leaving in the first place?

Lucrezia makes a pout and stares down at Steph because she can, when they are both lying down like this. "But there were those birds trying to eat people before, and all you found were seashells."

[secondchances]

That gets Steph to smile fondly. At least she'd still miss her.

"If there are shells to be found, I'll bring you more. But who knows what's out there? There has to be more than what we've seen so far."

[heloise]

But it hurts to miss someone, she would rather have her not leave at all. She doesn't want seashells anymore.

"So you will go with Cass and Tim, too?"

[secondchances]

She shakes her head.

"No, Tim's going to stay here. He's still recovering from his injuries, and he wants to help get the city back on its feet, too." She's proud of him for it, but she's not looking forward to weeks of separation. There's the nagging thought that he might disappear while she's away, but she knows she's just being paranoid and looking for reasons to stick around.

[heloise]

She doesn't see need to hide her deepening frown. Both Steph and Cass gone but not Tim, there is no silver lining.

"What if I said I would go with you, would you let me?"

[secondchances]

"I wouldn't stop you," not that you'd listen is what she doesn't say. "But what about the kids who haven't found their parents, yet?"

Though she supposes if any children haven't been reunited with their parents by now, they're probably orphans.

[heloise]

"Many people have come to lend a hand, the children will not want for anything." She has been telling them that their parents will be found eventually. Maybe one day she would have the heart to tell them something closer to the truth.

"So you would tell me to go?"