Superspeed vs Supersass

September 13, 2016:

We're off to the races! The trophy: ice cream. Quicksilver vs SassMastahD. Is mutant superspeed a match for a seasoned derby girl with an amazing sass? Find out!

Central Park

Central Park

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Fade In…

The text read: 'Central Park. 6pm. Bring skates.'

Darcy needed to roll. There was a patch of cement, a mutli-purpose bit of concrete, with er name on it. She took her skate bag to work, finished everything she had to finish, hydrated, and made her way out to the park in her PT athletic clothes.

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Pietro Maximoff, a mutant partially known for his speed, but mainly known for his always athletic clothes, rolls through the park by 6:10pm. There is some delay, but he didn't get there running. He was skating. And, even for him, doing it at X-Gene-Level speed would be too dangerous, given the difficulty to control the inertia.

But still, he rolls super fast!

Not many know this, but he does own a car. And a skateboard. The speed runs through his veins, and he enjoys it in many, many ways.

A black backpack and tonight a black Stones shirt. A mischievous grin, of course, and a sudden kiss as he passes Darcy by. That would resume Pietro right now.

"Missed me? I'm sorry for being late. Just wanted to give you time to get ready!"

-

Dressed and geared up, Darcy is rolling about slowly, stretching as Pietro rolls up for a kiss. She smiles into it and tosses her arms about his neck. "Can you believe I did? Not as much as skating, but up there… somewhere… top five for sures."

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Quicksilver draws a circle around Darcy, hugging her in turn and frowns. Yes, Pietro is frowning. "Top five, huh? Well, to be fair," he sighs deeply, tucking her hair behind her ear, "That's one of the sweetest things I've heard." Fighting a smirk any longer would be useless, so he gives up and the fake grown swiftly disappears. "/And/ you missed me! How could this day get any better? Defeating you in a skate race? That would not be as high as being missed by you, but up there." He grins. "Somewhere. Top five, for sure!"

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"No cheating!" Darcy notes, reaching up to tap Pietro's nose. "I can cheat. But you can't. Also, you're not going to win." She smiles, blows an air kiss at him then takes off at a run. Yes, a run. On her toestops, running, until a few seconds later, she's running on her wheels, and then taking long strides down the cement path leading from the pad they started on.

-

The Speedster pulls off his best offended expression.

"Cheating? It's probably because I'm Transian, but that word is not in my dictionary, Ms Lewis." He rolls through the path smoothly, as a second nature, blurring out for just a fraction of second.

Somewhere, close enough to them, a lovely couple of younglings were buying ice cream. But the second the boy extended his hand to retrieve the precious cold pieces of awesomeness, there was nothing to take. Or, as a matter of fact, there was. Just, not ice creams, but a $20 bill and a note saying "Thank you!"

Returning to the course, Pietro offers one of the cones to Darcy, without stopping for a second. "I should have waited for us to finish, but I needed something to distract you. I'm sorry, I just want to win so bad!"

-

Darcy glances at the ice cream. Her eyes narrow as Pietro is keeping up with her WHILE talkin and stopping for ice cream. Competitive Darcy! SassMastahD in dah house! She turns back to the 'race' and forces herself forward, legs complaining and heart pounding. Must win!

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"More ice cream for me." The mutant shrugs, now trying to keep the pace without moving his arms. It's awkward. And nearly impossible. He could just eat them, but he won't! Not without her! And still, there is a race to win. "What would I win if I… win?" He asks as the distance is shortened. Darcy is leading, but even if he loses, Quicksilver won't give her an easy win.

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"Keep. Dream." Darcy shouts back, forced to hop a wayward stick. She lands cleanly, but has to coast a bit before she can keep pumping her legs. Her lungs are burning, but still she pushes. For what? Where was the finish line again?

-

If Darcy had not hoped that stick, Pietro would most likely never see it. The situation is distracting, and holding two ice creams, which also means he can't move his arms, makes everything more difficult. Whose idea was it anyway? Oh. "You look tired! There's no shame in giving up, Darce!" He returns the shout with a teasing one, forcing just a bit of his mutant ability to shorten the distance between them more and more. Friction? That's not a problem for him. Maybe for the skates, but he's not pushing this to dangerous levels. Yet. "What is your favorite flavor, anyway? I can still go and change it if you like?" And who needs speed if distraction is a possibility?

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Distraction, you are Darcy's middle name. It was something she played with a lot in Derby. Get into your opponent's head, and stay there. ALL game. So, catching him closing the distance behind her, she reaches back to the little skirt she's got on over her shorts, and flips it up. Hand comes up to her lips. Bright red lipstick stains her fingers: evidence of a kiss. She smacks an ass-cheek with lipstick stained fingers.

Not stopping!

-

Distraction and amusement come hand to hand in Pietro's head. He doesn't get distracted easily, unless it is something so entertaining he can't help it. And this is a good example! "Too good to be true." He murmurs himself, laughing and dashing forwards, disappearing from his spot.

"Ok, I can't compete with that win-move. There was no finish line, perhaps, but you totally killed it with your awesomeness!" He says after reappearing in front of her. "I would clap, trust me! But I'm a bit… busy…" he raises the ice creams a bit. "Would the winner want one, maybe?"

-

With the 'win', Darcy snowplows to a stop, feet splayed wide. Her shoulders shake as she pants, and a sheen of sweat covers her. Droplets run down her cheeks. Darcy pulls off a wrist guard and reaches out for her trophy. She can't reply. Too busy trying to breathe.

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"Oh, I'm finally with you… You, owner of my heart and my dreams. My true love. Finally…" Pietro's words reflect his honest love for his ice cream. "And you did very nice as well!" now to Darcy. He hasn't fallen to the floor, yet, but rounds her slowly, still on the pavement but very close to the grass. "I'm sincerely impressed." Words not easy to say for a Transian, but spoken with sportsmanship respect and enthusiasm.

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Forcing herself to straighten up, Darcy grins. For a moment she thought he was talking about her… all hat love stuff. It had her exercise flushed cheeks staying bright red.

"Yeah. I know you're fast. I'm not fast. I'm a blocker. Not jammer. I'm built for real estate, hard stops… that all out sprint? Fuck me I'm tired," she pants out, finally licking at her ice cream.

-

Pietro softly drifts around Darcy, his silver hair now messier than before, his googles up. "You are the owner of my heart, too. And you will be the only one left when I'm finished with the ice cream." He clarifies, extending a smile and dropping by her side. "You /are/ fast. I cheated to get close to you, but you are very good. Now rest because we are not nearly finished! A skate date with only a race? Well, you are the skater but I'm sure that's not how it works!"

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Of course that's not how it works! That was warmup," Darcy retorts, fighting to stay cool under the want to blush at his words. She'll pretend like they never happened. Yup! That's the ticket! Turning back to their starting launch pad, Darcy skates leisuirely, shaking out a foot now and then.

"I'm gonna put on music and dance." In skates.

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"Yeah, you look tired for a warmup!" Quicksilver teases still from the floor, watching her while he finishes the ice cream. His body rolls to a side, laying now completely facing up. His deep eyes narrow, catching the fading light that escapes through the leaves. They are the last ones, for the day, flashing from a sky that becomes darker and loses the afternoon's end red tint.

A raging gust of wind makes its way to Darcy's side, now being a Speedster in skates.

"About that, do you think the new S-Phone's sound engine is better than the last one? I'm thinking about changing mine." As a reflect, he is just about to pull his phone, but he doesn't. If he had, though, he would have momentarily regained the memories of his sister. But fate has discreet ways to extend the dark veil of forgotten moments over him. "I did that only once! It was a party. And then monsters attacked everyone, it was crazy!" Not a bit of exaggeration, but he remembers that with a laugh.

-

Eating her ice cream, Darcy grins as Pietro plops on the floor. He'll catch up and then leave her behind. She's going slow. And she's not going to answeirng being tired from a warmup. It's been too long since she skated and she's feeling flabby!

"Dude. Rad. I threw Molotov's from my skates to drop a bunch of trolls in Steel City," she offers. Because comparing scars and crazy skate party stories is what you do.

-

"Seriously? What's the thing with Molotov's in this city? A few days ago, I was in Mutant Town," of 'Freak Town' as he called it when no one's listening, "And some crazy idiot was throwing Molotovs to a store. I had to stop him, with Power Girl's help. But, to be fair, he wasn't skating." Fair point. "And you are way cooler than that guy. So, yeah, that's it." It's clear Darcy is a finer Molotov-thrower than that crazy man, in Pietro's perspective.

He doesn't leave her behind for long, because he isn't rolling in a straight line. He moves from a side to the other, and then idly, distractedly, around Darcy as they talk. "Any food warfare today at the office, by the way? I was busy losing a race, or I would have asked before."

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"Well. I had to throw tham because only fire puts down trolls." Duh! Any gamer knows that one! "It's what I had available. And of course I'm cooler. I'm on skates." Red ones, with white trucks, and black wheels and they were a gift from Harley. Darcy LURVES them.

"No food warfare today. Everyone has agreed that I am the grand high poomba of my tupperware. None satnd willing to face my wrath!"

-

Pietro smirks and nods at the absolute truth about trolls and fire. And, also, about the /other/ truth, about Darcy being the high poomba. "I can't argue with that. With any of that." He comments lightly, as light as his own movements. An arm is freed from the backpack, in a complete circular motion. His other hand takes off his googles and tucks them into the bag. "Fortunately I don't have to fight for your food!" And, now that it's open, he takes a water bottle and offers it to Darcy.

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Darcy takes the water with a brief thanks, and she drinks it as she skates, then resumes finishing her ice cream. "But would you?" Fight for her food aor fight for her affections?

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"I would." He answers with no doubt. "Would you make me fight for it, though?" He counters while taking a bottle for himself. He is not tired, but that's how his metabolism works. It's not like he is always eating and drinking just because he loves to! Well, that's actually the case, but the rest is equally true.

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"Hard to say. I like to horde the yummy."

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