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.]
Spam
You mind getting sharpie all over your clothes?
Re: Spam
[He laughs, half-incredulous.] Fuck no I don't mind, I'm gonna burn this lot once it's all over.
Spam
Re: Spam
Yeah, that's gonna happen too, go for it. [Taking off the entire top layer of skin, more like.] Where d'you want me?
Re: Spam
Spam
[He sinks down easily, and if he wasn't all weird with a Sacre Bleu-induced need to punch monsters he'd possibly waggle his eyebrows and offer to return the favour while he's down there - but he is, and also she has fucking batarangs and may very well take out his eye with that marker, so he just keeps his lip buttoned and lets her do her thing.]
Re: Spam
Her brow furrows as she gets to work, scrawling the symbols onto his skin. When she's done with his face, she grabs his hand.]
There's no side effects, as far as I've seen.