"No, definitely call someone." He panted, his hands on his knees. He opened his eyes and looked at her, one quick glance to take her in and commit her to memory for the future. He rubbed one hand through his hair, finding the aching spot and pressing it. The headaches had gotten better, but Dylan was still painfully aware of the few painkillers he had left in his cabinet.
Kiania arched a purple eyebrow at him, tilting her head. Her finger hovered over the 'call' button, and she reached into her purse, which she'd grabbed on her way over. "You good, man? You look like you were hit by a truck."
Dylan shook his head slightly, a cocky expression over his face. "I'm fine. You're the one who looks like you were in a blender." He pushed the ache away, starting to feel better.
Kiania snorted, tossing a bottle of painkillers at him. She kept them on for situations exactly like this, because getting thrown into buildings was a bit too common for her. "And yet, I still look better." She quipped, hitting the call button on her phone.
"You'd look better anyway." Dylan commented, raising one eyebrow. He caught the bottle and screwed it open, taking two down without water. He handed the bottle back, nodding his thanks while the phone rang.
"Hey, Doc." Kiania tucked the bottle away as she greeted the person on the other end, rolling her eyes as she listened to them talk. "Yeah, yeah. You say that every time though, and yet, I never actually do. Look, I called to ask if you wanted the thing." She listened some more, eyes flickering to the other hero. "Yes, the guy who calmed it down. No, I meant the lizard, genius."
Dylan smiled despite himself. "No, really, I'm quite a thing." He assured her, rubbing one hand up through his hair again.
Kiania raised an eyebrow at him as she listened to the man on the other end, before hanging up. "I'm sure. But I highly doubt you'd want to end up in an eco-maniac mad scientist's science lab."
His grin widened. "Interesting that you have friends you would call eco-maniac mad scientists. But you're correct, I have better things to do with my time." He started to turn back to the street he'd come from, but paused. "By the way, I'm Dylan Mann. Or Probe, if you do the whole hero name thing." He said casually, hiding his realization he wanted to know her name as well.
"Blaze." Kiania said, tucking her phone into her back pocket as she looked up at the lizard. "I don't typically give my name out to strangers." That, and she didn't need him knowing just who she was. The chances she'd even see him again were minimal, anyway.
Dylan dipped his head. "See you around." Then he turned and walked away, silently wondering when he would see her again. But that was a question for another day, as of now he was headed to the closest coffee shop for some caffeine.
((Skippito? Maybe he gets a hold of Doc to get like, a suit, and she's hanging out at the lab?))
(Sure)
Kiania was sitting upside down in a swiveling office chair, kicking her legs back and forth in the air to slide around. She was once again in the lab of an old friend of her's, the place she usually ended up when she was bored and Gage was busy. Placing a hand on the ground to spin the chair around, she looked up at Doc, her own mad scientist, as he placed his safety goggles on and poured a beaker of some red liquid into another and stepped back quickly to avoid the following explosion.
Dylan walked down the narrow back alley, holding a scrap of paper with an address in his hand. This was the kind of thing he hated doing- finding people in dark, crowded places. He was somewhat claustrophobic, and the darkness of the alley, despite it being midafternoon, set him on edge. As did the strange noises, like there was a science classroom experimenting next door. He finally found the door he was looking for, accented with scrawled numbers next to it. He took a deep breath and knocked, one hand resting on a hidden knife while he tried not to flinch every time a breeze lifted a small plastic bag.
Coughing and wiping at the red coloring on her face, Kiania let her legs drop and flipped into a standing position, before heading to answer the door. As she unlocked it and pulled it open, more of the red smoke billowed out into the alley, clearing the lab a bit more as she called over her shoulder. "Nice going! These shorts are designer, Doc! How can we be of servi-" She paused mid-sentence as she turned to look at the visitor, recognizing the eyes of the hero from a week ago.
Dylan coughed, the figure on the other side of the door obscured by choking smoke. He opened his eyes and it took him a split second to recognize her. Quick, say something cocky. "Blaze, right?" He said through a last fit of coughing. "I'm here to see the Doc about some specialized weapons?"
"Da Costa, where did you put the fire extinguisher?" A voice called from inside the lab, followed by the sounds of a yelp and the clatter of something hitting the floor.
"I left it where it always is, under your desk!" Kiania called back, before turning her attention to Dylan. "Yeah, that's me. C'mon in, and watch the hole in the floor."
"Will do." Dylan said with raised eyebrows, following her in and keeping his eyes moving around to catch any risks-like the apparent hole in the floor. "Is this a bad time?"
"What? Nah, this is normal." Kiania waved dismissively, shutting the door behind them before making her way deeper into the lab, casually stepping over a decent sized hole in the floor. "C'mon, Doc's down this way."
Dylan gave a nod, accepting her explanation. He followed her over the whole, looking down it absentmindedly before continuing down the hall after her. "You come here a lot?"
"Man, I pretty much live here. The couch in the corner functions as my bed most nights, on the rare occasion I remember sleep exists." Kiania said, shrugging a shoulder. She slipped into another room, this one filled with the smoke, and a cloud of white foam being blasted at what one would assume was a fire.
Dylan coughed as soon as he entered the room, even though he covered his mouth with one hand. "Don't you have an apartment or something?" He coughed out.
"Maybe." Kiania made a face for a second, before grabbing what looked like a cough mask you'd get at a walk in clinic from where it had been hanging next to the door. She handed it to him, seemingly unaffected by the smoke after her initial coughing.
He took it gratefully, his coughing finally subsiding. He looked around the room for Doc, the reason he was there in the first place.