Coastal Corsairs [Silverwing]

[Kenni]

Aqualad tugged at his blue and white plaid bowtie, inlaid in a darker grey sweater with the sleeves rolled to 3/4 length, and over a shortsleeved black dress-shirt. The boy wore ocean-blue skater jeans with a white belt, an anchor beltbuckle, and sand-coloured boatshoes to complete the 'colourful-academic' guise he was going for. Long black hair was gathered into a ponytail with white cord, the likes of which could be found laced through the exterior of his boatshoes. He sported a corkboard clipboard under his arm, and a dark grey messenger bag was slung across his chest operating as a suitcase.

Today, he was not Aqualad. He was plain old Garth Brooks, supposed Steel U marine science major.
Today, he was to report to Steel City's Sable Labs with his partner.

They had already run through registration for the past few days, and had their assignments; testing water samples, playing with the dolphins, running errands for the other scientists, anything they could help with.
They weren't going to be helping the lab for long, once they got the intel they needed on matters.

"Strange reports were they, this week! Beluga whales bursting carriers, while masses of crabs crawled on-deck and pilfered priceless cargo. Mine friends hath become felons..what becomes of you, O mighty ocean honour..?" he asked the young lady beside him, as they left the Laboratory's side entrance, eyes never meeting her's for more than three seconds.

"Milady is ready to commence this morning's field-study out on the dock?" he asked his partner, as they made their way to the waterfront to collect more samples.
That's what they'd told the director, at least.

The pattern for the week had been that every two days, another cargo-ship was hit with various groups of aquatic animal-attacks, and their cargo stolen. Their mission was to figure out who could possibly be behind decent sea-creatures acting out in this manner. Brooks wanted to get a closer look, and communicate with the fish.

He'd asked for Robin as a partner, but the Titans Main leader had sent him the newer recruit, Silverwing, instead. It wasn't as though the Atlantean prince wasn't good with the ladies; he retained a fully functional brain and motor skills around them. It was just that he held them on such a pedestal, that fighting in close-quarters caused him to want to protect them at all costs, or at least keep from making them feel uncomfortable. 

Would they not feel uncomfortable with him should he maintain eye contact too long, stand too close, or--Triton forbid!--brush against them by accident?

So it was with a more detached ease, yet pleasantness, with which he related with Ms. Kimber Fowl.

[Feathers]

Kimber Long (a.k.a Kimber Fowl)

FEMALE | EIGHTEEN | TEEN TITAN | SILVERWING

“Don't worry, Gareth. We will get to the bottom of this…” Kimber Fowl replies.

And what was the chance that Silverwing would be teaming up with her idol, Aqualad. Probably 1 in a million? First Robin team her up, with sexy Latino, Blue Beetle and now her heartthrob idol, Aqualad. Robin is soooo going to getting a big present on Christmas…on his birthday. Sigh. If only given the circumstance was different, she could ogling over him all day and all night. Even if he was dress up like a nerd, he was one hot looking nerd. It wasn't a surprise some of the other female lab assistance was checking him out too, besides her.

Like Aqualad, she too dress to fit the role of the 'lab assistant'. A big thank you goes up to her glamour charm choker. Allowing her to change her silver hair into a brunette where she ties it into a braid Exchanging her fair skin tone for a slightly darker one. She wore a white collared shirt under a purple sweater and dark purple capris with a green belt. Matching with a pair of dark purple flats and a green bow. Carrying a sling purple laptop-bag with white stripes on the side and grape decorations, while she carries a tablet in her hand. She even wore a non-prescription clear glasses adding the nerd effects/looks, and who says nerd can't be fashionable.

She then started to giggle when Gareth called her Milady. What a gentlemen. It was getting harder and harder to resist his charm, even if he wasn't trying. But she mentally reminder herself, mantra herself, that she was on a mission and she needs to pushed heartthrob-fan-girl-crush-affairs aside, and see Aqualad as a senior who she needs to impress and prove to him. That as a female hero, she could pull her own weight around, just like any other heroes.

“Just call me Kimber or Kim for short. Or you could call me Kimby if you like..." A nickname her bestie likes to call her. "And yup, I'm ready when you are...” She replies with a smile.

A code word for, lets snoop around while we pretend to be conducting field studies. Unless, she could be wrong and he actually means doing the task that was assign to them.

Credits to Emma

[Kenni]

"Ahh, yes...Milady Kim, then, for the time being." It was sort of embarrassing sloughing off half of her name like that, but Brooks decided it was better than becoming even more familiar with the 'Kimby' nickname; they didn't know each other far well enough for that.
Garth smiled amicably at his mission partner, without any intended effect or knowledge as to what that would do to her. She was trying to extend him familiarity, so he would meet her half-way.

Growing grave then, he took her clipboard and bag from her after a brief askance to do so, then set his bag and board down a good couple of metres from the edge of the dock, before continuing on alone. Brooks didn't want her shoulder to get tired from holding her gear, nor wet, if she happened to follow him to the edge of the wharf near the fish.

He could see several shining scales and a little further out, telling dorsal-fins swimming to and fro in the surf.

He turned to Kimber, frowning.

"They do not respond. My friends, they proffer me...the 'cold shoulder', despite not having shoulders."

It was as if their minds were being blocked off by some other telepathic interference. They didn't even seem to recognize Garth's authority or friendship.

Garth got to his feet and crossed his arms over his chest, and kept trying.

"Our water samples for the lab shall be late today, methinks. This is a huge problem, Milady Kim.."

He didn't even notice the changing tides around the approaching steamer, laden with new goods, that another group of malevolent fish were beginning to surround.

It must have been that 'every 2nd day' today.

[Feathers]

Kimber Long (a.k.a Kimber Fowl)

FEMALE | EIGHTEEN | TEEN TITAN | SILVERWING

Siiigggh! She mentally sigh! Aqualad just called me, Kim!

KIMBER! FOCUS!

Right! Right!!! On a mission! Duty Call! Paying attenttttion. Aww, he helped me unload my stuff. Siiigghhh, he such a gentlemen!

RIGHT, KIMBER! FOCUS!

She mentally kicked and reminded herself of the cause in mind. As she stands behind Gareth, watching in amazed as he tries to communicate with sea friends, but it fail to his disappointment. They were giving the ‘cold shoulder’, which was rather odd. And she had to held herself back from laughing, as he unintentionally make a joke out of the situation. Would be hilarious, if he wasn't so down right now.

“Don't worry. Take all the time you need. The water test can wait…” She assure her senior Titans. “We can just cough any textbook lame-excuse. It’s one job scope of being an intern anyway…” Reassuring him even more before something caught her eye.

The was a big changes in the water, follow by a group of fished, who were surrounding the boat?! She wonders. Was another crime about to take place? On the same day…?!

“Gareth, look…” She tapped on his shoulder and pointed to the scene. “That’s not natural right? For fishes to do that, right?”

Occ: Sorry it took so long. Long week...and muse-less Dx

Credits to Emma

[Kenni]

"Ahah..a lie is a lie, Milady. We shall present our superiors the samples desired eventually; our excuse need not be fabricated." he replied, smile terse now, cooler. It wasn't so much from any disdain for her apparent call for 'lying' as it was his unsuccessful few minutes concentrating on communication skills that he had been born with, without any indication his scaly friends were even acknowledging his presence as a son of Triton, or even as their compatriot.

"Forsooth, there be our truth: We were distracted by the marine life and fell headfirst into some trouble. A fine excuse!" His shoes, socks and sweater were shucked off in an instant, as he dove into the water. Moments later, a saltwater platform rose, with the Atlantean standing atop it, offering Kimber his arm to mount it beside him.

Near the commotion, large sharks were crashing sidelong into the deck, after being propelled into the sky above-deck by the tails of submerged whales, . The impacts created holes, where the supplies were now slipping into the water from, and being ferried off by teams of dolphins and like-sized aquatic mammals to who-knew-where.

"Might Milady be able to calm the men-overboard?" called Garth over the noise of the crashing water, as it was suctioned from around the ship that was levitating on the big fish's back, water being replaced noisily all around them, making it difficult to hear each other.

If they could just figure out what storage facility that cargo was being sent to, maybe they'd have a lead on who was behind the attacks. At the moment, there were sailors' lives at stake, mostly from their own floudering fear at the strange events taking place; even the sharks weren't eyeing them for a quick bite to eat, of all the oddities.

"Mine kin seem to want naught to do with the living, but with the deadweight cargo of their captured prize!"

They made it closer to the ship so that he could attempt to manipulate waves containing the attacking animals as far away from the ship as possible, but that alone would not ensure its safe delivery of its cargo to the opposite shore.

Unfortunately, whales were taller than Aqualad, both horizontally and vertically. This particular blue whale was lifting the ship at so extreme an angle, amidst so much conveyor-belt activity from the transportation team of dolphins, and the continuous flying-shark attacks, that it was difficult to determine where and how many sailors they had to account for.

He kept yelling, rolling up his sleeves.

"This platform shall act as Milady Kim's support; as long as I am conscious, I shall not allow her to be submerged nor knocked adrift from it, on mine honour! It shall accommodate any sailors she has plucked from the depths as well! We shall regroup once the crew has all been accounted for, however, keep steady an eye trained on the direction of any escapees with loot, if't please Milady!"


With that, he sent wave after wave crashing into the gigantic whale's eyes, and tried to sweep others into the retreating pirates with looted crates and other paraphernelia.

The strangest part about all of this, whether he noticed or not, hands full as he had them...
...was that the majority of the pirates appeared to be heading back with their loot...
...to Sable Labs.

[Feathers]

FEMALE EIGHTEEN TEEN TITAN PROFILE Creds to Emma! Seeing trouble ahead. Kimber quickly ditch her disguise in seconds (Took her a lot of practice to get it right), with her uniform. Hidden underneath her clothes. Knowing full well, trouble has the tendency to comes unexpectedly She smiles. As she took Aqualad hand as he invited her to hop on his water-make platform, as they head off for the rescue. Studying the situation and she found something odd. Everything seem rather organize. It’s was like every fin creature knew exactly what they needed to do, and what their roles was, like a collaborate orchestra. This was certainly odd. She quickly snapped back to reality, when she overheard Aqualad yelling over to her, over the loud commotion below them. “Aye Captain!” She replies before digging into her pouch for her Silver Bells. Taking out six, slip between her fingers. She threw them out into the open. Changing into a levitating silver board. Lowering itself to several of the overboard people, as she yells them to…"GET ON!" Not hesitating for a seconds, they quickly grabs holds onto it (the silver board). It took her a lot of concentration to levitate each of the silver board. Not thanks to the loud distraction and the human weight. Thankfully, she successfully pulls each one of them on board, to the water platform or life boat, which ever was closer to the survivors. Those who were already on board, join forces and help the others. “I SHOULDN'T HAVE QUIT MY DAY JOB AT MA' and PA'S SEASIDE SHACK GRILL” One sailor spoke “Shut up! And pull me on board…” Another reply Something caught her eyes. She didn’t know if Aqualad notices this, but the sea creature seem to be heading to the direction of… “Sable Labs…”

[Kenni]

Aqualad sighed, falling to sit on his platform, arms supporting his body as his chest heaved from the exertion of their rescue operation.
It had taken a continuous fifteen minutes to corral the visible survivors from their precarious situation, being rocked among the roiling froth of angry waves which the whale and co. were kicking up with every furious flipper. Finally, the large creature decided to make its retreat, submerging and using powerful strokes once underwater. This motion at least helped push any of the unconscious humans Aqualad and Silverwing had missed in their initial rescue efforts to either the safety of the wharf in more shallow water, or up from their own submerged positions, so that the Titans could see them to give them a lift.

"Milady is as sorely spent as I, is she not? We must make haste to shore; the sailors administer first-aid as well as able to their companions, but hospitalization is required post-haste for the majority." cried the East Titan hoarsely, still catching his breath. He rotated his arms slowly, like windmills. The lifeboats and break-away water platforms carrying the patients, or just-plain patient sailors who were checking on their friends, responded to his movements as though they were being rowed ashore by giant oars, the water surrounding them advancing until they were all out of the drink.

He proceeded to rid the most immediately waterlogged of them of the oceans in their lungs through extractive command of the seawater, and there were soon men coughing up salt all around the two undercover Titans.

"Wheretofore hast the retreating body of our opponents fled to, should Milady have noticed...? I have made the call for hospitalization. Let us make tracks after the bandits at once!" he told Kimber, holding up his T.Comm. to signify that the proper authorities were on their way to take care of the sailors that required more specialized care than they'd been able to give. He simultaneously rolled back down his sleeves and tied his bowtie back in place, going for their shoes, and manipulating the water out of Kimber and his outfits.

The fish-smell might linger, though.
Garth was a water-manipulator, not a laundromat.

He hadn't been able to look everywhere at once, so tracking the escaping bandit sea-creatures had fallen to Silverwing.

[Feathers]

Kimber Long (a.k.a Kimber Fowl)

FEMALE | EIGHTEEN | TEEN TITAN | SILVERWING

Kimber didn’t mind the smell. It was part of their job, and it wasn’t a problem that she can’t deal with it.

“As a matter of fact. I did…”

Replying to him. Once the civilian was out of the way and they were alone. With all the privacy they needed, to speak out of anyone's ears. Looking around. She gestures him over to her, to the edge of the water. Finishing off the water test, they were meant to do earlier.

“I’ll finish up the rest water test while you take a break." She smiles "Just so you know…” Her voice turn down to low serious whisper.

“I saw something odd during the ‘commotion’…” She spoke as she took some vial and fill it with water. “I saw them (sea creatures) heading to the Sable Labs route during the escape…” Now pouring down some liquid chemicals into the vials. Taking down the result into her tablet. “I wasn’t sure. I could be wrong so I lay a track on one of them (sea creatures)…” She then forward the result through email to the Professor they were assigned to. Once the email was sent out, she opens an App. Logging with her credentials. She pulls a map. Revealing the last GPS coordinate pin pointed from her tracker and Voila!

“And I was right. They were heading to Sabs Lab, but why?”

She then turns to her handsome (XD) senior Titans for ideas.

Occ: Sorry it took so long. Not one of my best posts... xP

Credits to Emma

[Kenni]

OoC; Not to worry! 8 D I like all your posts; they're best to me...mostly 'cause i'm posting as a siggie-image pirate forever. xDxD &&alluss feel at liberty to take your time posting; you know how notorious my posting-times are >'> |

The sea-prince waved the ambulances over, the vehicles stopping just short of the dock they were on, creating an emergency-light shining, siren-blaring C-shape as sailors were either loaded in at top-speed or treated on the spot by the first responders.

"Milady Kim shall see mine gratitude through mine purchase of her supper this evening, should our tasks be wrapped up at such a time." he replied, knowing his wallet would be dried out by then.

Garth smiled wanly, grateful for the break, but his eyes were now fixed on the direction Fowl had pointed them in; Sable Labs? Could it be that their intern positions were giving way to their far more helpful internal positions as Titans? Whatever the connection between the laboratory and the piracy, they were about to find out.

"Excellent thinking on Milady's part! The trace, it's signal surely stems from below our host's building!" the Atlantean said in a low voice, so as not to alert the surrounding civilians and professionals of the possible threat they'd just gotten over, which could be lurking just at the laboratory yonder.

With a nod to the surrounding medical personnel and a more urgent glance at Kimber, he headed for the elevators, pulling out his grounds I.D. for the security guard stationed at the elevator's entrance, and waiting for Kim to also enter the elevator. They would need to get to the basement through the elevator, but their I.D.s didn't clear them for the lower levels; it would be a shimmying down the elevator shaft, once they had disabled the security camera within and climbed out the elevator-roof's emergency hatch.

[Feathers]

Kimber Long (a.k.a Kimber Fowl)

FEMALE | EIGHTEEN | TEEN TITAN | SILVERWING

"Oh, you mean like a da...te... I mean, dinner? That sound lovely" Kimber Fowl didn't care if they were going to the Subway for dinner. Hanging out with him would be a blissful moment plus enough for her.

Following Gareth closely from behind without a question. Walking past the guard then to the elevator. Things got a little suspicious. She took in a deep breath. As she took a step into the elevator and waited for its doors closed.

"Aq...I mean Garth, are you going to do? What I think you're going to do?" She asked him, under a low hush whisper. Even if they were alone, the wall has ears. Well, elevator walls that is. "If yes, are you serious?" She most flip. It didn't occur to her, until just now. That Aqualad (and herself) was about to... plan to snoop around the Sable lab. Without a PLAN! How does she know this? Call it a hush. Call telepathic or whatever. But, she could just sense the vibe coming from him and the look in his eyes. Filled with pure determination. "I know your concern for your friends. But, going in without a plan of action or an escape plan could be dangerous..."

They could have easily tricked alarm. Hidden well within a high-tech lab such as Sable lab. No doubt. Then, she started somehow wishing she got it all wrong. And she was second guessing herself, right?

Occ: Sorry for the long wait... Dx RL

Credits to Emma

[Kenni]

OoC; Again, we're in similar boats. x'DD |
"Milady thinks correctly.”
He gave her a grim smile as he stood peculiarly close to the wall, eyes as determined as she'd noticed, while his hands behind his back worked until he’d found the emergency vent with his fingers, where spoken transmissions could reach trapped passengers in the case of said emergencies.

A perfect waterway.

“She has no cause for alarm, however. Neither shall we trip any, know I my mechanics well enough.." he answered her fussing state in stride, voice low and lips away from where he'd ascertained their surveillance was aiming from.

This was a farce, naturally; Brooks didn't know the FIRST thing about technological processes. What he DID know, was that security cameras DID have cause to cry over spilled milk.

Salt-water, too; most hi-tech hardware didn't mix well with much of ANY liquid interference.

He manipulated the last tendrils of seawater that had soaked into their shoes moving through the circuitry and grinding the elevator’s progress AND the surveillance camera’s effectiveness to a halt, well above the basement floors that were the Titans’ destination, before the security guards could say 'huh?'. They could speak freely now.

For all of 15 minutes, which was all they had before their surveillors got the apparently 'trapped' civilians back online.
They'd need to move fast.

He took out a few shell-samples from their intern testing and handed a particularly strong shard to Kim, rolling his sleeves up tighter again, and motioning for her to climb onto his back so she could reach the elevator shaft’s door and get them moving.

“Might Milady Kim be so kind as to set our mission in motion? I for my part shall assist her in the ‘alley-oop’ if’t be well with her.”

Once they had the panel out of the way, they could begin their descent into the Sable Laboratory underbelly and shed some light on just what was going on down there.