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Prompt 20: GRAPPLING HOOK
It had been a long day of inciting chaos across the solar system.
Kimi and Jacen had bopped around to approximately every planet or planetoid that had not been swallowed by Darkness, the penultimate stop of their grand tour of debauchery a trip to the strike simulators, chasing glory in simulated strikes that their parents had already completed.
A little lame, but when your parents make their fortune killing gods, it's hard to get out of that shadow.
Jacen had had himself a grand old time teaching Kimi how to use Strand which, despite her proclivity for Stasis-related nonsense, she was neither good nor passable at. No net knowledge gained, Kimi suggested they end out their day with some further troublemaking.
An aside: Kimiko Valikai was approximately three to five bad days in a row away from becoming a prolific supervillain. Absent that, she was quite good at several mildly evil tasks such as trespassing, lock picking, breaking and entering, and petty theft - all of which she did to find Silas's stash of high-quality weed in the time it took Jacen to steal one (1) bottle of vodka from their parents' liquor stash (which was unlocked, and merely in a cabinet in the kitchen).
Armed to get crunk, the two set off. In the past, the really far past, two young vermin like themselves would've made haste for a Walmart parking lot in an older-model Honda Civic with straight pipe. In the present? A sparrow ride out to a busted-out section of the City that had yet to be razed and replaced with bright neon and shining glass.
Had Kimi been crossfaded before? No. But that didn't stop her from doing it, despite the fact that the shiteating grin on Jacen's face, residing under his annoying handlebar mustache and just above his pointed goatee, should've told her 'absolutely stop right now'.
The twins got, in short order, very fucked up. Being stupid, that meant it was time to fuck around, and hopefully not find out. Kimi picked that exact moment to try out Strand, forming the grappling hook in her hand with far too much effort. Jacen laughed, settling himself on a nearby piece of rubble. "This'll be good."
"Shut the fuck up," she ground out, twirling it around her hand.
There was a warehouse right there, with a bit of a lip on the roof. With the strength of an immortal semi-god, Kimi chucked the grappling hook. She pulled back on the string, and it clattered uselessly to the ground. Not to be deterred, she tried a couple more times until she found purchase.
"That's not how you use Strand, at all," Jacen quipped.
Again: "Shut the fuck up!"
She climbed the side of the warehouse - or tried. She was strong, but Kimi was also incredibly inebriated. She wrapped her arm around the Strand and went to climb the wall. She fell on her ass twice, unable to maintain her grip on the Strand, then got shown up by Jacen, who not only immediately scaled the wall but also flopped on his back the moment he was on the roof, sighing contentedly.
Glowering, Kimi grabbed the Strand again.
It took her five minutes to scale the wall, faltering as she threatened to lose her grip every few seconds. She was wheezing by the time she fell over the lip of the roof, eyes closed as she laid on her back next to her brother. The noise of the City was so far away. And it was just them out here, no one to bother them.
So, of course, there was no one to confirm or deny whether or not the siblings held hands and stargazed, glad to have found the other half they had been seeking for so long. If something that sappy happened, neither of them would admit it.