Fifty-Eighth Theory [Voice/Action]

[i_speak_softly]

Open Voice

The person who made the little wind-up dragon... can I have another?

Action for Nezumi

[The reason Don needs another dragon is because he took the first one apart to make a camerabot for someone he doesn't even know. He hopes this was a good idea.]

[He heads to building three, floor one, room five, as he was told, and knocks five times.]

Action for Isamu

[After making that delivery, Don circles southward to the home of one Isamu Nitta. Allegedly some other people live here too, but Don has never met them. Hopefully, if they exist, they won't mind too much that a giant turtle is climbing in their window. Isamu did say to surprise him.]

Action for Buffy

[Around sundown, Don makes his way to House 7. He knocks here too, though he doesn't count how many times. He has a question to ask...]

((Housemates of the people Don is looking for are welcome to tag in, and of course the Voice part is open to anyone pinged by clockwork draconids.))

Comments

[herotypical]

...I could run. Running's as good as walking for a patrol, right?

[i_speak_softly]

Covers more ground. [A carefully factual answer. Because he shouldn't admit to some of the other reasons.]

[herotypical]

...And! Keeps the figure nice and svelte. Which...I don't know if turtles worry about or not, to be honest.

[i_speak_softly]

[He looks down at his broad plastron.]

I don't think I'll ever be that.

[herotypical]

It's cool. Broad shoulders are usually a big old check in the pro column.

Got an intended direction for all this running?

[i_speak_softly]

[Is that so?]

That way? [He points in the general direction of the plaza.]

[herotypical]

We'll hit the roofs once we get nearer, maybe? Where the buildings are a little closer together.

[i_speak_softly]

Sure. [He's - not going to say any more than that, as he'll probably blurt out something stupid.]

[herotypical]

[ she leans down to check if her laces are secure. ] Got a destination in mind? The cherry trees, maybe?

[i_speak_softly]

[The cherry trees at night with a woman he's attracted to? Why yes, Don WOULD enjoy that.]

I don't think they're blooming anymore, but it's a good run.

[herotypical]

Then we'll have to use our imaginations. I can never predict those things...

[ buffy leans backwards and opens the door -- tucking her weapon back inside. she'll need her arms to be free.

cheekily: ] Need a head-start, Donnie?

[i_speak_softly]

[He'll keep his bo, thanks.]

Never.

[On this occassion, being behind might be more fun.]

[herotypical]

[ she eyes the path beyond her porch before glancing back at don. ]

Righty, then. On three?

[i_speak_softly]

Will you count or should I?

[herotypical]

I happen to be very very good at counting but...maybe you should. Just so you can be sure I'm not sneaking in any stolen seconds.

[ as if she ever would. ]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don is good at counting too, though it's weird to do it in English. He'll suffer through it for you.]

One... [He turns in the right direction...]

Two... [... gets down in a runner's crouch...]

Three! [... and goes!]

[herotypical]

[ buffy takes the porch steps at a jump, heels hitting the rough-finished path with a crunch of gravel. she should be heading immediately up the path but she swerves towards the bridge -- jack's marauding bridge. ]

C'mon! The scenic route! [ she shouts -- gleeful between huffs of breath. ]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don has no objections to scenery. He follows, giving Buffy just enough room to change direction again, should the mood strike her.]

[herotypical]

[ she's fast -- but not exactly supernaturally so. rather, her abilities will come into play with her endurance and perseverance and the length for which she can keep up a pace like this.

she veers first towards the bar; leaping up and grabbing onto a side-gutter to haul herself up onto the roof of good spirits. ]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don kicks off the wall, grabs the ledge and flips up.]

Nice moves.

[herotypical]

Not too shabby yourself, y'know. But us shorties gotta make do with...[ a grunt as she rolled onto the roof and popped up to her feet. ]

More climbing. Gotta make do with more climbing.

[i_speak_softly]

[A skeptical look - but teasing.]

I used to be short and jumping still seemed to work fine.

[herotypical]

Yeah, well? Maybe turtle jumping is different from Slayer jumping.

[i_speak_softly]

Maybe a Slayer should go running with a Turtle more often and learn how to jump better.

[... That's an acceptable way of asking for a recurring not-date, right?]

[herotypical]

...We do that and you know I'll just inevitably be able to kick your ass in a week or two. I'm a fast learner.

[ she sprints to the far side of the bar's roof. ]