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But it had to be retconned because I can't be in the team RP it's leading to. I couldn't think of any other reason Bart wouldn't be there to help rescue /Robin/; jeez.
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The good thing about being able to teleport - it's very easy to get home fast when it's needed. Right now? It's needed, a lot. Just a moment after leaving the Vine Street area, Secret reappears in the entryway of the base and the first thing she does is find an intercom since her comm-unit is still configured differently thanks to the little mission she was out on. In one hand, a bo staff.
[Scions IC] Secret's voice comes in over the intercom, urgent and nervous. "Anyone who's here, I need to talk to someone right now! It's about Robin!" A pause. "I'm in the hub!"
The answerer being Bart, he doesn't even bother comming back; there's a rush of wind and he's there, about two feet from Secret, in civilian clothes, face uncharacteristically tight with worry. "What's up?"
"Bart!" Secret exclaims, the mists picking up as she quickly turns to face him. No surprise he's the first one to get here. Bart or Thad, she'd have expected. "Bart..there's trouble. Big trouble. Robin and I were following a couple Decimators and we were trying to find out some more things about how they're getting their powers taken away and all of a sudden they were attacked and one had a gun and the other was..it was kind of like /me/ and I couldn't do anything and they disappeared with Robin!" Good thing she doesn't have to stop to catch a breath, but the bo's been passed from hand to hand about half a dozen times before she's done explaining that much. "Robin dropped this and I think he left a tracer on it. Can we find him? They said we're going to have to take him back..!" Yes, she's worried.
It's fascinating - it's right there for Greta to see - watching Bart almost zip off to look for Robin and force himself to stay and listen and /think/; it's there on his face, at least four times as she's talking to him. And then he's reaching out and putting his hands on her elbows if she's solid, to focus her. Contact works for /him/ - why not Greta too? "Okay. Do you mean Robin has a tracer on him, and there's one on this too, and they're synched so we can track the one with the other? Or do you mean he put a tracer on his staff and then dropped it, not meaning to?" Golden eyes are intent, serious, focused on Secret's. "And did the one like you take him, or did they bundle him off physically?"
Sometimes, Secret has a sense of just making certain parts of herself solid when someone's trying to do what Bart is, like right now. He can make contact and it's maintained, and in a way it helps a little. "He..I think he..put it on the staff, but I don't know how to make it so we can find him, but we have to because I don't know what they're going to do and they.." The ghostly girl passes the bo staff over to Bart and wrings her hands nervously. "They just kind of moved by him and they all disappeared. It was like I was trying to fight myself, only it knew a lot more than me. I could probably find Robin myself but I don't know how to stop them!"
Taking the bo staff, Bart turns it over a couple of times and squints at it, then glances back up at Greta and catches her wringing her hands - the staff's shifted to just one hand, and the speedster puts the other hand over both of Secret's, lightly. "If I have to stay calm and not rush off and do anything dopey, so do you," he says almost gently, self-deprecatingly. Then he's eyeing the thing Robin put on the bo staff, wrinkling his nose. "We could call Oracle? But she might tell Batman. I wish Thad were here. Did you take this to the monitor room yet?"
"No, I..I just got here and went to the intercom right away," Secret explains, closing her eyes for a moment in an effort to compose herself better. If Bart can keep his wits about him, she'd better do the same. "Okay..I'm okay. But there was this guy with a gun and a sword that knocked him out, and the thing I was trying to fight was invisible and attacked me with knives..like they were made out of air. I think we need to get him back ourselves, too."
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The good thing about being able to teleport - it's very easy to get home fast when it's needed. Right now? It's needed, a lot. Just a moment after leaving the Vine Street area, Secret reappears in the entryway of the base and the first thing she does is find an intercom since her comm-unit is still configured differently thanks to the little mission she was out on. In one hand, a bo staff.
[Scions IC] Secret's voice comes in over the intercom, urgent and nervous. "Anyone who's here, I need to talk to someone right now! It's about Robin!" A pause. "I'm in the hub!"
The answerer being Bart, he doesn't even bother comming back; there's a rush of wind and he's there, about two feet from Secret, in civilian clothes, face uncharacteristically tight with worry. "What's up?"
"Bart!" Secret exclaims, the mists picking up as she quickly turns to face him. No surprise he's the first one to get here. Bart or Thad, she'd have expected. "Bart..there's trouble. Big trouble. Robin and I were following a couple Decimators and we were trying to find out some more things about how they're getting their powers taken away and all of a sudden they were attacked and one had a gun and the other was..it was kind of like /me/ and I couldn't do anything and they disappeared with Robin!" Good thing she doesn't have to stop to catch a breath, but the bo's been passed from hand to hand about half a dozen times before she's done explaining that much. "Robin dropped this and I think he left a tracer on it. Can we find him? They said we're going to have to take him back..!" Yes, she's worried.
It's fascinating - it's right there for Greta to see - watching Bart almost zip off to look for Robin and force himself to stay and listen and /think/; it's there on his face, at least four times as she's talking to him. And then he's reaching out and putting his hands on her elbows if she's solid, to focus her. Contact works for /him/ - why not Greta too? "Okay. Do you mean Robin has a tracer on him, and there's one on this too, and they're synched so we can track the one with the other? Or do you mean he put a tracer on his staff and then dropped it, not meaning to?" Golden eyes are intent, serious, focused on Secret's. "And did the one like you take him, or did they bundle him off physically?"
Sometimes, Secret has a sense of just making certain parts of herself solid when someone's trying to do what Bart is, like right now. He can make contact and it's maintained, and in a way it helps a little. "He..I think he..put it on the staff, but I don't know how to make it so we can find him, but we have to because I don't know what they're going to do and they.." The ghostly girl passes the bo staff over to Bart and wrings her hands nervously. "They just kind of moved by him and they all disappeared. It was like I was trying to fight myself, only it knew a lot more than me. I could probably find Robin myself but I don't know how to stop them!"
Taking the bo staff, Bart turns it over a couple of times and squints at it, then glances back up at Greta and catches her wringing her hands - the staff's shifted to just one hand, and the speedster puts the other hand over both of Secret's, lightly. "If I have to stay calm and not rush off and do anything dopey, so do you," he says almost gently, self-deprecatingly. Then he's eyeing the thing Robin put on the bo staff, wrinkling his nose. "We could call Oracle? But she might tell Batman. I wish Thad were here. Did you take this to the monitor room yet?"
"No, I..I just got here and went to the intercom right away," Secret explains, closing her eyes for a moment in an effort to compose herself better. If Bart can keep his wits about him, she'd better do the same. "Okay..I'm okay. But there was this guy with a gun and a sword that knocked him out, and the thing I was trying to fight was invisible and attacked me with knives..like they were made out of air. I think we need to get him back ourselves, too."
