revivalproject | Ghostriders In the Sky [Catch-All Event Log]

Radley is used to brats.

"It sure doesn't help," he says, still smirking. Sobering, he adds, "Mining's like that too.... You lose all sense of day or night down there."

Even with no clear hint of how the piece had been set there, Donnie stared hard at the images as it changed between being and not being. It reminded him of when Mikey was younger and trying to make a flipbook, not fully understanding the concept of adding more pictures between one action and another.

"I haven't really told anyone," he said, frowning. "I mean, Leo knew about it, but that's because he'd hang out sometimes while I was working on it. But there seems little point to be doing something like this, and while he can certainly open up portals between places, they are hardly discreet."

They got the cosmic goods!

Leo is unrepentant as he ends up sprawled on top of Donnie, really feeling that whoosh above him. Dang, that was a close one.

He rolls off his brother, moving quickly into a crouch, eyes darting around - though it's surprisingly harder with the space suit obscuring his peripherals and muffling the sounds of the environment.

"Okay, so what kinds of things wouldn't you pick up on?" he asks, taking a few slow crab steps toward where the hunk of metal was thrown from.

Ugh, what a downer. Donnie grimaces then. "That's so much worse. I think I'd prefer being stuck in space to being underground."

Donnie looks over at Leo, staring a moment as though to say what kind of question was that to even ask? But he has second thoughts as he considers. After all, the are in zero-gravity...

"Well, enough physical force would be enough to send something flying and that wouldn't be picked up so long as someone or something was doing the flinging. But it'd still take quite a bit of effort to get something going at that speed..."

No suspicious actors didn't leave a lot of runway. With an impatient wave, Tony cast the projected image away, not seeing any more in it that would help the thousandth time he scanned the frame. "Maybe he's been practicing," he suggested, without an alternate path forward. "His way of showing you." And encouraging Tony to find some place else to work, so his brother could make use of the amenities. Tony splayed his hands conclusively, mystery solved, portals, of course.

"Me too, honestly," Radley says. "Give me all the spooky ghosts here or whatever, just as long as there's no Malcolm's mine to get stuck in."

He rarely talks about that experience of his from back home. It upsets him too much.

"So something really big and really strong. Great."

He's still doing his awkward little crab steps, watching for anything moving.

"But I mean, is it an alien? A robot? Something magic? Some secret fourth thing?"

He doesn't know which of those things Donnie's tech can catch, and which he can't.

"...wait, you were a miner?" That could have been a funny pun in afterthought, but that's more Leo's department.

"Potentially," Donnie adds, even as he tries to crawl along after Leo.

"That's just it... I wasn't even picking up anything on the infrared or nightvision. It could be robotic in nature but even robots need to give off some sort of power reading. And you know I can pick up magical energy with this thing."

Which left some 'secret fourth thing', which he's not sure he likes.

"Nah. I ran one, though. So did Malcolm. It was complicated. But let's just say Malcolm wasn't the greatest businessman or human being out there."

Hey, he's just trying to come up with options! And so far it's not sounding good...

"Mystery prize then. Great, I looove surprises."

The sarcasm in his tone is totally mean this time. Leo makes it back to the hallway, sneaking a peek out and-

"Gah!"

Something - a tiny pinprick of light - zips past the place Leo's head had just been. It pings into the opposite wall with the hiss of something melting the metal.

"What was that!?"

Donnie gave him a flat look. "Leo's all about flashy. Discreet simply isn't his style. But I don't think that's how ninpō works anyway."

Although the suggestion did give him a thought. He turned his attention back towards the workbench as he lowered his goggles.

"Not a trace of any Leo power. About how long ago did this happen anyway?" he asked as he squinted through his goggle lenses.

"Oh." No, that doesn't explain much, but Donnie doesn't want to end up hearing any awkward adult stories. "Sounds complicated," he supposes he can agree, at least to that much. Malcolm already sounds like a real winner.

Radley wouldn't want to tell most of the story to a kid, either.

"That's a good word for it," he agrees. "But at least that's all over now."

"...I think that might have been a laser."

As Donnie turns his head towards the sound, the lights on his helmet pick up the end result, and while facts are normally easier to digest, it's hard to keep that flicker of panic from surfacing as he realizes how close that had been to hitting his brother's head.

He drifts closer, goggles lowered again. "Ugh, wish I had time to just make some kind of overlay, these things were not meant for wear within-ow- helmets..!" he grumbles as they clonk against the inside of his headgear.

"Good to know, I guess." Right, what were they talking about..?

"Oh, the data. Yes, I'll go over this and if anything else unusual happens, I'd appreciate being updated," Donnie says as he pulls out his communicator.

"Cool. I'll let you know," Radley says. "You could talk to Sephiroth on the other ship too."

"Oh. Cool."

Leo's voice is a bit uncharacteristically flat, given that in any other situation he would think the laser is cool. Not so much when it almost vaporized his head, though. He'd rather be on the other side of the laser.

Donnie wrestles with his headgear, and for once Leo's urge to laugh at his misfortune is muted. He peeks back in the hallway, trying to think about what is going on here, and who is attacking them. If this were a movie, then maybe...

A pause, and then Leo looks over at Donnie.

"Do you think this ship is boobytrapped?" he asks.

"Wing guy, right. Yeah, I'll make a note," Donnie nods. "Thanks."

"Sure," Radley says. "Good luck investigating." He starts to head off.

"Boobytrapped..?" Donnie chews on his lower lip, clearly not having considered the thought, and now that it's there, he doesn't like it one bit.

"...something clearly happened here. A lot of what we saw of the place from our ships can't have just been from falling into a state of disrepair, so maybe there was some sort of malfunction that forced them to abandon the station..?"

Okay, that sounds even worse now that he's said it.

"-wait, I thought I saw something."

He just has to not turn his head too sharply or his goggles will hit the inside of his helmet again.

"Oh, it's the power readings from earlier. Weird, it's gone down someho- no wait, picking up heat signatures."

"....several actua- AAH LASERS DUCK!"

Tony didn't know what he'd done to deserve that look now, which might have been his reminder that he had well overstayed his welcome, but he sniffed and definitely didn't pout as he pointedly checked his nails to work the grease out from under them. Flashy people could be discreet, when it was necessary. It was just most of the time much more effective to incorporate a bit of style.

In that position, he only had to flip his hand to check his bare wrist like he wore a watch (and it was still expensive, even if it wasn't there), and answered with a question, "When did you come in here?" They couldn't have been on a hotter trail.

"You're enjoying this," Reeve says before shifting his position to make a small target while still trying to get line of sight.

"Tell me which to aim at. if this goes wrong I don't want to throw off your shots."

And he's already building a strong charge in his materia.

"There you go," she says, talking carefully as she rubs at his shoulder. "You're gonna be okay. We're gonna make it."

Anything she can do to support Donnie, she will. If only she could do more than this.

Ghostriders In the Sky [Catch-All Event Log]

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