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Who: Eponine and Dave and Davesprite as well
What: Gravity goes crazy, and the Daves save the day
When: Before Eponine's murdered
Where: Somewhere high up with a large space to fall into
Warnings: This lot come with their own warnings. But I am not sure of anything specific.

Eponine has actually been surviving this arena well. Sure, she's hungry. Sure, she's a little bit dirty, and her hair's greasy, and between a week old vomit still stuck in her hair and the permanent smell of sweat hovering around her, she stinks, she's not too badly off at all. She's not injured, at least. And for a change, Eponine is feeling pretty good. There's not a scratch on her! She might even win at this rate!

Except... except suddenly, she feels herself beginning to rise up, and she looks down in surprise - how is she floating? How can she move?

"Felicity?" She shouts out, suddenly a little bit worried, but she knows that Felicity is nowhere nearby, and could probably help her very little anyway. She resigns herself to just being pulled wherever.

Which happens to be a deep stairwell. Which is when, naturally, the gravity kicks back in, and Eponine finds herself plummeting with great speed to certain death. She lets out an almighty, terrified shriek.

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Unsurprisingly, this Arena hasn't been too bad for Dave. It got off on a low point with Tony's death, but things have since picked up. With his powers back, he holds a pretty big advantage. He doesn't feel weak and hungry like he generally would, he feels perky and on-point. He doesn't feel too worried going for a wander alone, searching for a weapon or something useful to carry around.

Instead of something useful, what he gets is a scream somewhere far in the distance. It's a familiar voice, but the fact that it's a voice he should be avoiding doesn't occur to him as he sprints forward. His timing is great, as usual, it doesn't take more than a spring off the ground to enable flight-mode for him. He opens his arms for her and braces his arms as she drops into them, luckily she's light and he's stronger than he looks.

"Ever heard of a shower?" He asks blandly, still floating in mid-air as he takes a moment to make sure she's alright.

"Ooof!" It takes a good moment for Eponine to realise first, that she's not still falling, and second that she's not yet dead. It takes her a further moment to register that voice, and another moment still to actually open eyes she hadn't actually registered had been squeezed tight shut. And when she does, she shrieks all over again, and out of sheer shock, throws her arms tight around Dave's neck.

"Dave? Dave, is it you? Are you flying?"

Even with the jostling, Dave manages not to drop her. He holds steady and begrudgingly allows her to throw her arms around him so she can keep herself steady too.

"Who else would it be?" He quirks a brow at her, starting to descend slowly and casually. He wasn't lying when he said she needs a shower, but he should really just be dropping her and legging it. He said he wouldn't be hanging around her anymore, but it would be an asshole move to ignore a scream. Right?

He hovers about the ground, not quite touching down for the moment until he knows she isn't going to squirm and freak out. "I already told you I can fly. Someone put the powers back on."

"I didn't think you'd want to save me though. Why should you save me?" She holds as still as she can in his arms.

"You promised me ages ago, on the day that we kissed, that you would take me for a ride if you ever got your power back. I didn't think you would any more."

"What is this? Titanic for dummies? I saved you because I'd be an asshole if I didn't spring into action whenever I heard someone screeching." He furrows his brows at her. "Just because you piss me off doesn't mean I want to watch you turn into a pancake."

He should probably hit the ground now, but he's lingering. He's still sincerely angry at her for everything that happened, but he can't help wanting to make good on that promise. Even if he's mad beyond belief, there's still that little part of him that likes her enough to impress her.

"This? This is nothing. We aren't even going fast." He kicks in the air, sending them back a little faster than they'd been traveling before.

"I don't think I'd have done the same." Eponine admits. She's not as nice as Dave, nowhere near as forgiving. She doesn't understand the reference to Titanic either, but that seems to be the least of her worries, as he kicks the speed just that little bit more and she screams in ecstasy and fear. She clutches at Dave just a little bit harder.

"Don't drop me! Oh, don't drop me!"

"Colour me surprised." He snorts, and there's a little voice in his head that tells him he should drop her to prove a point. It's a futile thought, because he won't stoop that low, but that doesn't mean he doesn't take a bit of pleasure in freaking her out.

He swoops backward, lying in midair like a floating mattress clad in spandex. "Look, we're still, alright?" But the way he tightens his grip on her probably gives away the fact that he won't be still for long. He tilts himself backward so they can drop like a human rollercoaster, descending rapidly toward the ground before he plucks himself back up and they drift upward again.

She screams and screams until her voice is hoarse. Her eyes are squeezed tight shut with fright, and her face is hidden against his neck.

"What are you doing?" She shrieks. "Dave, I should hit you for doing that, if I weren't so scared you'll drop me. Oh, put me down. Don't do it again, will you? Please?"

He should feel bad, he should feel very fucking bad, but he doesn't. For one of the first times ever, he's sincerely laughing and smiling for a brief moment before the shrieking starts to annoy him.

"If you haven't figured out by now that I'm not going to drop you, it's your own paranoid fault." He keeps his voice level to contrast her horrified shrieking. "I thought you wanted to fly. That's what flying is, short of me throwing you and letting you sail yourself, which again. Nope. That'd end up looking fucking gross."

"I didn't think it should feel like this!" She gasps. "It always looks like such peaceful when the birds do it, just floating, not racing like a car in the air. This - my heart feels it shall burst from my chest! And the wind in my face."

But, despite the screeching and the complaining, Eponine is beginning to laugh as well. It's the laughter of ecstasy, of pure, unbridled enjoyment. "It feels so free, Dave!"

"Birds swoop too." He points out. "Haven't you ever seen an eagle or a hawk? They kamikaze mice and rodents all he time." Not to infer that she's a rodent or he's an eagle, of course. It's just an example he's using to justify goofing around.

He's relieved that she's stopped screeching, so his annoyance fades for the most part and he starts to drift back down slowly. "Yeah, free until you realised we're totally caged in." He can't help sounding a little bitter, it feels crap to be able to fly and still be stuck in here.

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