Barbara Gordon (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bodilesswarrior) wrote2015-04-14 02:10 pm
bodilesswarrior) wrote2015-04-14 02:10 pm
Backdated to 12th
[Video]
[Barbara's in a familiar outfit - a thick dark body suit, festooned with straps and holsters and pouches. This time, though, there are symbols engraved into the fabric.
She gestures to them with a free hand; the other is busy at her keyboard. She barely looks at the screen as she goes through her files.]
It seems like our crisis has a magical component. [A slight grimace, more frustrated than anything. Magic is unpredictable, in ways that get people killed.] Not really my area, but I worked with Arthas to incorporate defensive magic into regular body armour. It won't hurt the things, but it repels them, at least until you can go on the offensive or run the hell away. [Yes, she tested it. That's why her shoulder is a bit charred.] I can do it for anything you have.
If you don't have anything defensive - or offensive, for that matter - I can give it to you. Has anyone pinpointed any weaknesses so far? [Another gesture, rough and vexed, towards the words on her screen.] They don't match anything I've got, not completely.
[Private to Friends/Family/Infuriating Inmate]
Check in. Please. [There's an edge of desperate worry to the words, now. She feels better in the midst of a crisis, but not if it costs her more of her people.]
[Spam]
[When she's not in her room, carving runes into modern armour or sharpening old weapons or crafting new ones, she's patrolling the halls. She's cautious, careful to keep her guard up and anticipate escape routes; for all her skill, she's just a woman against monsters.
But there's too much she doesn't know, and one of the better ways of finding out it investigating herself. And there are people far more vulnerable than she is.
She keeps her sticks in her lap, holding a batarang in each hand. (One electrocutes; the other freezes.) Far as she can figure, they're her best bet for effectiveness; if not, she has a lot of backups.]
[Barbara's in a familiar outfit - a thick dark body suit, festooned with straps and holsters and pouches. This time, though, there are symbols engraved into the fabric.
She gestures to them with a free hand; the other is busy at her keyboard. She barely looks at the screen as she goes through her files.]
It seems like our crisis has a magical component. [A slight grimace, more frustrated than anything. Magic is unpredictable, in ways that get people killed.] Not really my area, but I worked with Arthas to incorporate defensive magic into regular body armour. It won't hurt the things, but it repels them, at least until you can go on the offensive or run the hell away. [Yes, she tested it. That's why her shoulder is a bit charred.] I can do it for anything you have.
If you don't have anything defensive - or offensive, for that matter - I can give it to you. Has anyone pinpointed any weaknesses so far? [Another gesture, rough and vexed, towards the words on her screen.] They don't match anything I've got, not completely.
[Private to Friends/Family/Infuriating Inmate]
Check in. Please. [There's an edge of desperate worry to the words, now. She feels better in the midst of a crisis, but not if it costs her more of her people.]
[Spam]
[When she's not in her room, carving runes into modern armour or sharpening old weapons or crafting new ones, she's patrolling the halls. She's cautious, careful to keep her guard up and anticipate escape routes; for all her skill, she's just a woman against monsters.
But there's too much she doesn't know, and one of the better ways of finding out it investigating herself. And there are people far more vulnerable than she is.
She keeps her sticks in her lap, holding a batarang in each hand. (One electrocutes; the other freezes.) Far as she can figure, they're her best bet for effectiveness; if not, she has a lot of backups.]
[private]
What the hell have you been doing?
[This does not make her less pissed off.]
[private]
I believe we agreed that sort of thing fell under 'loyalty', and you wouldn't ask it of me.
Re: [private]
Her voice rises.]
You - seriously? Of all the stupid, reckless -
[ARGH]
How many times?
[private]
Most of the monsters don't seem to register me as a living target, by the way, so depending on the state of the infirmary I'm available for errands.
[private]
She takes a breath, pushes it aside.]
Good, Merlin can probably use the help.
[private]
[You know this.
If he were still alive, the teasing would be obvious in his voice. It isn't now, but possibly she can hear it anyway.]
[private]
Yeah, but we don't always need to use ourselves in them. You didn't know - [Her voice almost breaks. She briskly changes topic.]
Food runs are the priority right now, I think. You can ask Merlin if they need other supplies.