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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph's sitting in the rafters. Not, for once, out of any particular desire to Lurk; things are going well, lately. Just out of a vague feeling that if she doesn't spend some time up high in the shadows she'll go crazy.

Besides, she likes the rafters. They're quiet and warm and comfy - well, comfy compared to rooftops, at least - and you can see almost everything going on below.

You can take the girl out of Gotham...

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[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"Nice up here, isn't it?"

Oooh, shadowy Ranger-type!

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Yup." She glances over, and grins. "I didn't even see you there."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

He smiles back quietly.

No one SEES Rangers until Rangers WANT to be seen.

"I like the shadows."

[alwaysroomforhope]

He'd get along great with Batman.

If they ever saw each other.

"Me too. Nobody bothers you unless you want 'em to, and there's all this - stuff to look at." She waves expansively at the vast Bar below them, cheerfully. Steph loves the Bar and all the life within.

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, he would. Unfortunately because the mun doesn't like Batman much.

Faramir perches gracefully on the rafter, shadowed so that his exact position is difficult to understand. He's kind of a floating voice attatched to a cloaked form.

With a Security badge.

"It's beautiful, in a way," Faramir murmurs. "The way the White City was beautiful at dawn, as all the world begins to waken into an old, old place that never sleeps."

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph hasn't batted an eye at that. She's sprawled along the beam herself, disarrayed to the loose-limbed extremes of adolescence, but she's used to shadowy bat-types crouching gracefully.

"Is that your home?"

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"It is."

Grey eyes flash as worlds end outside the window.

"Or was."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"You can't go back? Or you just made a new home somewhere else?" She looks over at him, curious.

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"Both."

A whisper of cloth and motion.

"My King has commanded me to head the regrowth of the lands of Ithilien -- which are as much my home as Minas Tirith, and maybe more. And my new residence would be upon a hil in sight of the city. I would have departed in mere days from my time, yet now I am Bound from returning."

He is not, in fact, overly bothered by that alone. A forest and waterfalls will endure until he returns. It is the people he misses.

A person.

A woman, whose presence here different from the woman he left only makes the wound deeper.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

There's one Atton looking up at her from below and a little way away.
"'Lo, there, Steph." He grins.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Hey, Atton." She waves cheerfully and hangs her head over the edge of the beam. "What's up?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Well, I remembered some stuff from this big gap in my memory," Atton shrugs, drawing on the Force for a moment and casually leaping up into rafters. "Which wasn't that nice, but is for the best. So I'm good. How're you, then? Being dead and shacking up with Sulko, I take it?"

[alwaysroomforhope]

"...pretty much, yep," she says, trying very hard but unsuccessfully not to blush. "Subject change time! So what was the stuff?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Just stuff with wars and sharp objects," He says with a shrug and dismissive wave of one hand. "Nothing much important."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"...aren't wars usually important?" Steph queries, eyeing him. "At least, to the people in 'em? Which I'm assuming you were, 'cos."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"My galaxy tends to have lots of wars. Usually huge ones," He shrugs. "Can't shake a stick without hitting a war."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Heh. Your galaxy's a weird, weird place."

Of course, she's basing this more or less entirely on the pilots she knows from there. Kell Tainer, Wes Janson and Atton.

- hey, any galaxy that can produce those three's pretty much weird by default, Steph figures.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

And of course, when you're from Gotham, you make it a habit to look up, just in case.

Which comes in handy about now.

"Hey, there someone up there?" Knox only sees outline and shadow.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph sticks her head out of the shadows and waves. "Hey, Knox!"

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that figures," he says half under his breathe. "How you doing, Robin? How's the view from up there?"

[alwaysroomforhope]

"View's always good from up high," she says, dropping to hang from her knees. "Why'd'you think Batman likes it?"

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"I thought it was because he could avoid the traffic. Even that car of his can't move around downtown at rush hour." Neck craning, Knox feels a crick. "Any chance I can get you to come donw at least half way?"

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Sure." She drops, turning over to land on her feet, and grins at him. "Got any news? I still haven't figured out if Blodwen was responsible for that attack on me and Zuko. You heard?"

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"I, my caped friend, have got nothing. Times like this I wonder why the Bar doesn't have a convenient Deep Throat lurking. Makes me wonder what I'm getting into." Which doesn't stop him from smiling.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Oh, well. I'm sure we'll find out sooner or later." Steph has faith in the Bar's general population.