The 'who' and 'what' of this place were actually pretty simple, but it wasn't information that Jason was willing to part with just yet. Tim had proven to be...tolerable, but tolerable was a far cry from that level of trust. He'd get there, but he hadn't yet and Jason was a jaded creature.
He was still grinning at his little playful tease when he followed Tim inside. The place had been an office at one point or another, though the fax machines against the wall promised that it hadn't been active in quite a while. It was, like most places in the Bowery, run down from neglect and time, but there were more than a few places that looked like someone had gone in and patched up anything that was too broken. The skill of the patches told a story of someone learning what the hell they were doing over a period of time, but only if someone was really paying attention.
Tim found the old conference room with it's table and ratty old couch and Jason watched him through the foggy glass of the windows for a long moment before he turned towards where he'd emptied out all the cubicles and set up his work out equipment. Some of it would be easy enough to recognize, though the weights that everything was set to was beyond anything a human could do, but there were other things that had been set up, too. Thick docking ropes that had been braided together. An actual car was just chilling against the back wall. Something had chewed out it's tires.
He was just starting to stretch out his shoulders as a warm up when he felt the tingle of magic roll up along his spine. It was being touched by a warm, living thing and Jason gasped and spun around, eyes narrowing in confusion as he spotted Tim still on the other side of the window.
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He was still grinning at his little playful tease when he followed Tim inside. The place had been an office at one point or another, though the fax machines against the wall promised that it hadn't been active in quite a while. It was, like most places in the Bowery, run down from neglect and time, but there were more than a few places that looked like someone had gone in and patched up anything that was too broken. The skill of the patches told a story of someone learning what the hell they were doing over a period of time, but only if someone was really paying attention.
Tim found the old conference room with it's table and ratty old couch and Jason watched him through the foggy glass of the windows for a long moment before he turned towards where he'd emptied out all the cubicles and set up his work out equipment. Some of it would be easy enough to recognize, though the weights that everything was set to was beyond anything a human could do, but there were other things that had been set up, too. Thick docking ropes that had been braided together. An actual car was just chilling against the back wall. Something had chewed out it's tires.
He was just starting to stretch out his shoulders as a warm up when he felt the tingle of magic roll up along his spine. It was being touched by a warm, living thing and Jason gasped and spun around, eyes narrowing in confusion as he spotted Tim still on the other side of the window.
He'd never felt that before.
"What the actual fuck was that?"