ArchivedLogs:Neighborhood Watch
{{ Logs | cast = Dusk, Hanna, Isra, Tag, Jayna | summary = | gamedate = 2013-07-13 | gamedatename = | subtitle = | location = <NYC> Village Lofts - Rooftop - East Village | categories = Citizens, Brotherhood of Mutants, Xavier's, Mutants, Dusk, Hanna, Isra, Tag, NPC-Jayna, Village Lofts | log = It tends to be windy, up here, but the presence of plastic table and folding chairs suggests that nevertheless building residents occasionally make their way out to this rooftop. With a good view of Tompkins Square Park less than a block away it's a good spot for city-watching. There's a railing around the edge, though it might be possible (if /unwise/) to climb over it to the narrow concrete ledges beyond and from there to the fire escape. Centrally, someone has broken down crates and constructed a small raised-bed garden up here, barren in winter but filled in three other seasons with a small assortment of herbs and vegetables.
The concrete wall that rings the roof has been decorated, painted in vivid bright shades by some artistic hand to add colourful cheer to the rooftop. The mural shifts in terrain One wall sports a beach, flecked with grass and seashells and driftwood and shore birds. Beach transitions into meadow, colourful with wildflowers and butterflies and dragonflies; meadow shifts into snow-capped mountains, subsides into piedmont and sprouts into a verdant forest on the fourth, alive with animals.
Isra's wings flare wide and wobble to keep her balance as she skids backward, dropping her stance to avoid falling. Her tail whips the air furiously, slapping into the meadow-themed wall that she has been backed against. She is wearing a black sports bra and bike shorts, and her grayish brown skin is sheened with sweat. Her mouth twists into a fangy grin beneath gleaming green eyes as she feints left, landing in a crouch so low she is almost on all fours, then kicks off of the wall to launch herself, catlike, at Dusk.
Beside the forest wall, on a beach chair, a young man lies prone and seemingly oblivious to the melee. His hair is a spiraling mess of rainbow colors, and his shirt gradient-dyed from blue hem to pink collar. His legs stick out of bright yellow cargo shorts and are propped up against the back of the chair--his face practically hanging off of the foot end.
Dusk’s large wings are flattened back against his back, his dark eyes focused up on Isra. He’s dropped back into a crouch himself, as Isra skids against the wall, fists clenched and fangs bared in an expression that seems more vicious /glee/ than snarl. He is shirtless and in lightweight black shorts, his once-emaciated form filling out with a rangy coil of wiry muscle, healthy colour replacing the deathly pallor he once wore. When Isra springs he unfurls, turning to meet it instead with a hard jut of elbow, one wing /snapping/ out to whip its lower finger-claws towards her shin.
Reaching for the press bar of the roof access door with her good hand, Hanna pauses momentarily at the sounds of scuffling on the other side, a concerned glance back towards Jayna. Hanna has a small reusable insulated bag slung over one shoulder, the other arm held tight in a brilliantly colored to keep her from moving it more than she should, and she hesitates understandably about possibly heading into another conflict. For a brief moment, the baker seems to be considering just turning around and going back to their nearby apartment.
Jayna responds with a slight shrug of her mostly bare shoulders, “It’s our rooftop, too, Hanna. Not like you to hesitate to rush headlong in, just because it sounds like a fight going down. ‘sides, may not be a fight at all. For all we know, we’ve got a neighbor practicing break dancing on the rooftop.” Her voice is slightly concerned, even as she jokes, but she pushes past Hanna’s still hesitating form on the stairs and throws the door open, making sure that it is audible to the people on the rooftop, whoever they might be.
“Jayna!” Hanna yelps, shaking her head and clearing whatever mental images she had as she rushes to get onto the rooftop before her partner, frowning slightly. “We don’t know...” her voice trails off as she takes in the apparent combat going on atop the roof, distracted enough to completely miss the sleeping form in the chair, “Well. That’s unexpected.”
Isra’s sinuous body twists mid-air, shifting her flight path to narrowly avoid the raking talons of Dusk’s wing. At the same time her wings unfold for a fraction of a second--not nearly long enough to reach their full span--before snapping shut again, propelling her up and over Dusk. She aims one taloned foot, tucked up close to her torso, squarely at his chest.
Dusk stumbles backwards with the impact of Isra’s foot, muscles tensing as talons dig in against his skin. His arms come up, though, /grabbing/ at her ankle to /shove/ back -- perhaps shoving her a little too /hard/, mid-jump, towards the edge of the roof. His wings are snapping out for balance -- though they draw back in abruptly at the sound of others emerging with a sudden turn of head, a wider-eyed glance. A sudden SPOOK of surprise.
Hanna has managed to impose her rounded figure between Jayna and the perceived danger of the scuffle on the rooftop, her normally golden brown eyes having taken on a decidedly unnatural bile green color as she further watches. Her hands have balled into fists, even the one immobilized by the sling, and anyone close enough to her would be able to feel the creeping sensation of anxiety and nervousness coming off the woman as though they themselves were experiencing it. “What. the. hell,” Hanna manages to choke out, looking between the two individuals on the roof, her stance tense and guarded.
“Hanna,” comes Jayna’s soft but caut
