Thread: Out of the Blue (Mr. M & Adonia)

Brises form was a determined blue arrow aimed at AC-DC...and she was quite happy and capable of keeping up the chase for hours, if needed. That was the thing, of course. If she managed to overtake him, what could she do? She supposed she could create a supermassive whirlpool of air streams to trap him, one short of hurricane-force. She calculated his mass and volume and decided that it was quite doable, and she grinned merrily. Then her excitement rose when she saw him slow down 30 seconds from the river. Ah, il est fatigue, she purred, slowing down too, bracing herself to amass the free air she needed for her maelstrom, the one she fondly called Charybdis. It was then that he turned and blasted his taunt from his speakers. Welcome to New York. Id advise you leave me alone. Wouldnt want to hurt a pretty lady. With a cheeky wave, he was streaking off again even faster than before. Merde! The slowdown and her prep had cost her a few seconds, and she found herself scrambling to restore the airslip she needed to hyperglide. You think to deter me with threats, Monsieur Ayzee-Deezee? Oh, he didnt know her at all. Flasing a mocking welcome and all but declaring that he could hurt her was the surest way to provoke her to new levels of tenacity. It didnt matter that he was most likely quite capable of hurting her IF he got hold of her, which she was confident he, or anyone else, could never do. But having been in Manhattan for only a week, Brise was still not familiar with huge sections of the city. The west side parkway was one of them. A bit gregarious and drawn to where there was life, she tended to hover over what she considered attention-worthy areas of the city and where crime was certainly not in short supply -- mostly downtown, like Chinatown, Little Italy, Soho, Lower East Side, Greenwich. The complex near Madison Square Garden where the Cirque du Soleil troupe was housed, filled with RVs and live-in buses, was the perfect hub for her moonlighting activities, deep in the heart of a dazzling city that had captured her affection and imagination. At the moment, she was determined on capturing a certain airborne badass hunk of metal streaking with unbelievable speed down the highway, at a dangerously low altitude that the air and height-loving Brise found almost dizzyingly claustrophobic -- as gravity, her natural enemy and sometimes lover, reached out with delighted arms to drag her down the lower she descended. To command an army of air molecules around her and still maintain her speed, it was necessary to have lots of space under her. She would have kept pace at a higher altitude as she chased her quarry, but the way he kept so low, she would eventually have to descend to his level to overtake him. It took nearly all of her concentration to negotiate the highway in AC-DCs wake, swooping around poles here, swerving around crossing cables there, surfing over or under cross-bridges within inches of her skin. She wasnt quite used to high-speed chases like this. Who was she deluding? Shed never had to chase a high-velocity metal rocket through a city before. Or anything in the air, for that matter. She was not only new to Manhattan, she was new to crime-fighting. Her grin had faded, a line of pure resolution compressing the curve of her lips together. Straightening as if in a perfect dive, she cleaved the air sleekly as she accelerated to keep up with AC-DC, pushing her body and her powers to close the gap between them inch by inch. In the Cirque, under her public identity, Brise was in her element in the tissue-like ribbons of silk that dangled her from the ceiling, dozens of feet above the floor without a net. But here, over the congested lanes of Henry Hudson Parkway, pure air relatively speaking was her element. Indeed, the silk was merely camouflage, for what really held aloft her supple body were the invisible currents that the silk gave shape to, while her graceful curves and the sleek length of her legs seemed to merge fluidly with the silk. And at that moment, her body was fused with air, every molecule of her body resonating with joy because she was at home in air.