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 Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 12:51 pm
Tim turned his head to realize Abby's question had basically announced that she had no clue about the vigilante business that was going on around her.
"Oh, er... not.. quite 'cops'."
He hadn't realized how much an awkward of a position he'd been placed in until it was too late. At this point in the world merge, it almost didn't matter how 'secretive' heroes were; it seemed like everyone knew the batcave's address anyway. Even so, he took a quick glance around to see if someone else in the room had something to say that could help out.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 1:00 pm
"Well if yer not cops, then... What're ya?" Abby asked, curiosity and apprehension in her voice. Damian snorted again, and muttered something that sounded like: "Stupid ginger". Abby gave him an affronted look; what had she done to get insulted?
"Well then," Abby said, her tone clearly showing that she had been offended. "If you guys don't want me here, I'll just leave! Take my chances at findin' me brother out in that city!" she said, before turning on her heel and getting ready to walk out.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 3:16 pm
Alex paused, still staring at the blackened pancakes with a heavy frown. "I'm....fine." she replied to Tim, in a bit of a mumbled tone. Well....the eggs were done well enough for an egg sandwich...suppose she could just leave the first plate for whoever wanted a sunny side up.
As the others talked again, she went about setting the eggs down and then cleaning up the....oh....blackened pancakes and pans.
As the girl spoke, then Damian spoke, then the girl spoke again...Alex bit her lip and growled.
"Hold it!" she snapped. Then paused and let out another deep sigh before turning around to face the girl. "Who said anything about not wanting you here?" she asked, her tone...calmer. "There's no reason for you to go running off into a city you're not familiar with, JUST because HE'S snapping at people." she said, glancing over at Damian as she emphasized her words. "As for 'not being cops'......are you familiar with the term......vigilante?" she asked.
That would be the best way to describe it. It was vague enough that it shouldn't compromise anyone...but was specific enough that it should give the girl an idea of why some of the people were running off to danger in costumes.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 1:41 pm
Abby nodded. "Yeah, I've heard it," she said softly. "But what vigilante goes around in tights?"
Damian snorted again, and after making a rude gesture to Alex, he finished his eggs before going into his room and getting a spare Robin outfit that was his size, with a hood and cowl to go with it. Of course, he wasn't the official Robin, not that he cared. Besides, there wasn't anything else to wear down there.
"I'm heading out," was all he said, before leaving out the front door.
Brigade spoke up for the first time in a little while: "Wayne-Damian appears to be, to use a human term, a 'spoiled brat'."
[Exit Damian Wayne to Surrounding Area of Gotham]
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 3:46 pm
"Spoiled is putting it lightly..." Alex growled as she watched the kid leave. She quickly turned her attention back to the girl though. "The kind that need to have both a public and private identity. Don't....you have people that run around in costumes taking care of major threats?" she asked.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 1:20 pm
Abby shook her head. "Not to my knowledge, no. I guess I've got a superpower with my 'good luck' field, but... I dunno about anyone else. They'd be in the news I s'pose..." she said softly.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 1:34 pm
Alex nodded. "There are a LOT of people around here that either stop trouble, or cause it. Some of them have public identities. Others keep their identities a secret because...well, various reasons. They'd have no peace of mind with practically the whole world knowing where to find them. And super villains would know exactly how to get back at them for melding." she said, turning to continue cleaning up the mess she had made.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 4:17 pm
Meanwhile, Reaper finally emerged from the wine cellar. It had taken quite a few bottles, but he'd finally managed to quench his thirst. He carefully closed the door behind him and went about traveling through the halls again. As he did so, he came across the butler he had been with the previous night.
The poor man looked as though he was under the weather. Having just gotten out of bed, his suit a little wrinkled, his bowie was crooked, and it looked as though he hadn't slept well at all.
Well....he probably hadn't helped the poor man's current state. He did try and tap into his memory banks as much as he could, putting him into a bit of a trance. That had to be exhausting.
Reaper grinned a bit and nodded as he passed by. "Late night?"
"Mh.." Alfred muttered as he passed. "Terrible night. Not a very restful sleep at all I'm afraid."
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 3:45 pm
Tim watched as Damian left, and then observed the conversation a little longer, taking in Brigade's 'human' inquiry and the discussion on vigilantism. Gotham especially was too dark a place to openly share identity, unless one had the utmost confidence in their defenses and lack-of-Achilles heal... even Superman had his secret ID.
Tim stood, scanning the small group that had still kept to the kitchen.
"Speaking of which, I'm out for a patrol."
There was always going to be something to help with in Gotham, and now probably wasn't the time to be lounging at the manor.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 4:16 pm
Abby made a small noise of protest; she didn't want to be left with a robot and a woman that could start fires when angry, after all. However, she shut her mouth quickly. He was the first person she had met here that hadn't tried to kill her, and he was also rather nice in addition to being attractive, so she wanted to stay close to him; if he was a vigilante, he would know how to fight, and Abby's power would be able to help him. Apart from all that, Abby was hoping to look for her brother.
"Uh... Can I... come with ya?" she asked Tim meekly, hoping he'd say yes. What Abby didn't realize was that her powers would allow her question a greater chance to be answered positively.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 4:36 pm
Once Tim's focus of attention was back on Abby, he resisted the urge to show his dislike for that plan... but something in the back of his head told him to consider what he was actually going to do. If in fact he was checking around the town, they didn't necessarily have to go "in costume". Going "undercover" (civvies) would work just as well, if not better.
Tim started to think over how the manor was one of the safest places to stay... but he was quick to remember the surprising number of people going in and out of the batcave nowadays.... Tim could hardly claim the manor as safe as it once was. Another protest of his was that she clearly didn't know the city yet-- but if she was ever going to 'know' Gotham at all, or the streets, or how to avoid certain situations in the first place, she would have to go with someone experienced in the first place to show her the ropes. After Tim pondered quietly as he kept a pensive gaze with her (clearly working things out in his head), he nodded, feeling oddly optimistic over the whole thing.
"All right. If you're going to be sticking around you should probably get to know the city anyway. We'll go in 'street clothes'."
Tim cleared his place, bringing the empty plate to the sink and turned back to see if anyone had objections with this.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 5:06 pm
Alex sighed and turned her attention back on cleaning up the mess she'd made. She didn't bother making anything to replace the food she'd burned. Since she was going to be left here by herself, she didn't want to be up here all alone. She'd just....give Saph all of the good food, leave the other stuff for Azreal if he wanted it, and she'd....find something else. Maybe they had poptarts here. Or maybe she'd take the exit Batman showed her and she'd go back out into the city and get some take out or something.
.....Batman.....
Alex frowned and kept her attention on cleaning up the mess and fixing up the plates. Or at least it looked like that's where her attention was at.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 4:46 pm
[enter Kai, Arell, Dundee, and C.J. from Gotham]
"Same here really... um, what kind of curse?"
Kai thought of her power as a curse before thinking, "Wait, if he has powers then why GUNS?" She snapped a look at Arell as they pulled up to the gate of the Wayne Manor which was swung open. Anyone could just walk up to the manor if they'd wanted, Kai would probably have to lock that gate before helping Dundee quickly. At the same time another thought came across her mind ."If he has something that could help how could Dundee and C.J. gotten so hurt."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 6:20 pm
Arell smirked . . . he REALLY didn't wanna talk about this to someone he was sure hated his very existence, but while they were on the same side for this moment, why not?
"Well, back when I was down in Lou'siana, I was a . . . bit of a party animal. Drank hard, smoked a lotta stuff, an' if I wasn't robbin' banks t' give t' de poor or fightin' Razolli's thugs, I was probably drivin' fast t' get away from some beautiful maiden's jealous boyfrien' . . . or shotgun weddin'." Arell said, opening up his story a little bit.
"Oy vey, dude. You REALLY think Maho, Sapph or Skuldy wanna see all that as a background? Get to the point!" C.J. heckled as Dundee rolled his eyes.
If he's also from the south, he sure uses a lot more Yidd-right, one background story at a time. Dundee thought as C.J. moved the human log from the truck.
"You mind, Benoit?! Anyway . . . one day it got the better of me. Had a sho't relationship with a voodoo princess, which when I first got cursed, she took all the sight outta my left eye." Arell said, pointing to it . . . faint signs that he wasn't quite all man were visible. "Took Dundee two weeks t' render a computer small 'nuff t' get in dere and be useable. Howevah, when she found out . . . I mo' or less became a were-gator." he said, his head hung a little bit.
"So, this has probably been both'rin' a lotta folks. Why the guns?" C.J. asked.
"De way I got stuck transformin', it hurts like hell t' do . . . dat an' the other form don't care which side I'm on, so it's really for de benefit fer us dat I'm a gunslinger an' not someone who'll eat ANYTHING an' ANYONE." the big Cajun said.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 6:47 pm
"I see... least you haven't hurt anyone in your other form right?"
Kai felt a little sympathetic towards Arell and kinda dismissed his gun using for that reason. She had parked the truck out front where they started carrying the limp paralyzed Dundee. "That would make us different if he hadn't hurt anyone." Kai thought, trying not to mention anything really about herself. Despite not really fitting in with these guys and not really liking most of their southern qualities, she still cared whether or not they accepted her, even how she was now... the last thing she wanted to do was drop her past on someone. She hadn't even told Tim, who she knew for several years... She avoided eye contact with them watching the ground a bit as they reached the front door. She pulled out a front door key she'd snagged and opened the door flinging it open for the guys.
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