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RP blog for OC Iris Restall, fledgling vigilante and mutant Mun and Muse are 20+ Violent and sexual themes, possibly NSFW Created for Marvel and DC comic verses but will rp with others Please read Rules (#1) before interacting Check out Timeline (#6) for current happenings

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[birdgirliris]

[[OOC: On a couple of deadlines rn for various things so everything is on hold for a bit!

Might be able to answer some asks so please keep sending those my way and I'll get to them when I'm able. Thanks for your patience everyone! <3

[stabby-n-crabby]

@birdgirliris

The mission was going smoothly. It was simple, amateur work that Glass would've turned down if she wasn't bored. Three siblings from one family, and she'd already taken down the brother and sister. The other sister was easy to locate, often heading out in the evening to party. She hadn't heard about their deaths yet, wasn't grieving. If she'd been alive the next day, Glass imagined she would've felt as useless as she was, spending the night drunk instead of paying attention.

Tabitha had the perfect vantage point, shadowed on an empty balcony, and staring down with a silenced rifle at the girl's usual haunt.

It would've been done, if some other woman hadn't chosen the beat before the shot to get between Glass and her victim. She could've just shot this one, too, but then she'd have unknown clean-up to do over the random civvy kill.

"Fuck you," she hissed, crosshairs on the girl's head. A bird flew by, smacking the rifle as it went, and Tabitha swore again. She'd almost hit the trigger at the motion. Her fingers trembled with irritation as she dismantled the gun and packed it away. She climbed down the side of the building with her grappling rope, and tucked it away.

First, she killed her target with a knife to the throat, in the middle of a rave. Then, she ducked back out and stalked the scent of the other girl, tracking her easily to a different neighborhood.

[birdgirliris]

Iris had been told as soon as the explosive was placed. She wasn't terribly worried about that. She could handle an explosive. Despite her paranoia about him, Raze was covering her hospital bills so it would be fine. The birds on the other hand...

She shooed them away and the birds flew off, out of an always open window. Iris ran out the back door and wedged herself behind a...well she wasn't quite sure what it was, probably a corpse of a shipping container, and braced herself for the explosion. It did come, but it wasn't quite as bad as she anticipated. Iris had expected a massive explosion based on what the murder had said.

But, as Iris peeked from her hiding place she saw that it was only the front half of the building that had been destroyed. She forgot how panicked the birds could be when it came to explosives. They tended to exaggerate. Granted, any explosion for a bird was massive.

Iris chirped to call one of the birds over. She didn't want her stalker to find her thanks to the murder. "I want you and the rest of the murder to find our new friend and shit on her. But stay out of range of her weapons."

The bird clicked his beak happily and went off to relay the message, and presumably get started on the poop party. Iris on the other wing, took a moment to collect herself and form a plan.

[stabby-n-crabby]

Glass heard the birds fly, and could see her target move, eyes well-adjusted to darkness. She frowned and moved as well, circling the east side of the building as it fell. She held her cigarette in her mouth, a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The first dropping missed, because she was well-attuned to air flows and flinched away automatically. But then a dozen more followed, landing in her hair and shoulders, accompanied by caws.

Disgusting.

Glass froze, eyes narrowed. She stomped out her cigarette and continued her silent pursuit, able to smell the girl now. She was close enough to guess she was around the corner. Glass stepped quickly and shot even before she caught sight of her.

[birdgirliris]

What Glass didn't know, was the distress call of crows. So as soon as she drew her gun, the birds changed their call and Iris was able to barely, dodge out of the way.

"What the fuck is your problem!" Iris called out over the chaos. "Did Graves send you?" That didn't seem like him, but she had lost track of the jerk, so maybe it was.

"Call off your gun and I'll call off the birds?" She said it with authority, but certainly emphasized the question. It was an offer after all.

[stabby-n-crabby]

“You got in the way of my kill,” Glass called back. Graves sounded vaguely familiar. She fired again, aiming for the girl’s shin.

Call off the birds? Ugh. Some power or another, then. Another shot, aimed at her shoulder, and Glass was quickly closing the distance between them. “I’m not concerned by the animals.”

She was yet undecided on what to do with the girl, but torture was a pleasing option. Therefore she avoided lethal aim.

[birdgirliris]

"That sounds like a you problem babe." Iris said.

Not concerned with the animals? Well, Iris could fix that. But first, she needed to doge yet another bullet.

Of course, her mystery gun wielder was too close to miss unless Iris had super speed, and she most certainly did not. So the bullet hit its mark and Iris screamed in pain.

The birds, being birds, flew away at the loud noise. Iris knew it was only temporary. And that could either be a really good thing, or a really bad thing.

"You know," she muttered through gritted teeth, "if you actually planned your kills...you wouldn't have this fucking problem. Maybe, you could train with Bullseye, he might be looking for a new sidekick." She frowned. "Then again, he's kind of a shitty person, but birds of a feather yeah?" Damn, it had been a while since she had been shot. It hurt like a bitch.

[stabby-n-crabby]

@birdgirliris

The mission was going smoothly. It was simple, amateur work that Glass would've turned down if she wasn't bored. Three siblings from one family, and she'd already taken down the brother and sister. The other sister was easy to locate, often heading out in the evening to party. She hadn't heard about their deaths yet, wasn't grieving. If she'd been alive the next day, Glass imagined she would've felt as useless as she was, spending the night drunk instead of paying attention.

Tabitha had the perfect vantage point, shadowed on an empty balcony, and staring down with a silenced rifle at the girl's usual haunt.

It would've been done, if some other woman hadn't chosen the beat before the shot to get between Glass and her victim. She could've just shot this one, too, but then she'd have unknown clean-up to do over the random civvy kill.

"Fuck you," she hissed, crosshairs on the girl's head. A bird flew by, smacking the rifle as it went, and Tabitha swore again. She'd almost hit the trigger at the motion. Her fingers trembled with irritation as she dismantled the gun and packed it away. She climbed down the side of the building with her grappling rope, and tucked it away.

First, she killed her target with a knife to the throat, in the middle of a rave. Then, she ducked back out and stalked the scent of the other girl, tracking her easily to a different neighborhood.

[birdgirliris]

Iris had been told as soon as the explosive was placed. She wasn't terribly worried about that. She could handle an explosive. Despite her paranoia about him, Raze was covering her hospital bills so it would be fine. The birds on the other hand...

She shooed them away and the birds flew off, out of an always open window. Iris ran out the back door and wedged herself behind a...well she wasn't quite sure what it was, probably a corpse of a shipping container, and braced herself for the explosion. It did come, but it wasn't quite as bad as she anticipated. Iris had expected a massive explosion based on what the murder had said.

But, as Iris peeked from her hiding place she saw that it was only the front half of the building that had been destroyed. She forgot how panicked the birds could be when it came to explosives. They tended to exaggerate. Granted, any explosion for a bird was massive.

Iris chirped to call one of the birds over. She didn't want her stalker to find her thanks to the murder. "I want you and the rest of the murder to find our new friend and shit on her. But stay out of range of her weapons."

The bird clicked his beak happily and went off to relay the message, and presumably get started on the poop party. Iris on the other wing, took a moment to collect herself and form a plan.

[stabby-n-crabby]

Glass heard the birds fly, and could see her target move, eyes well-adjusted to darkness. She frowned and moved as well, circling the east side of the building as it fell. She held her cigarette in her mouth, a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The first dropping missed, because she was well-attuned to air flows and flinched away automatically. But then a dozen more followed, landing in her hair and shoulders, accompanied by caws.

Disgusting.

Glass froze, eyes narrowed. She stomped out her cigarette and continued her silent pursuit, able to smell the girl now. She was close enough to guess she was around the corner. Glass stepped quickly and shot even before she caught sight of her.

[birdgirliris]

What Glass didn't know, was the distress call of crows. So as soon as she drew her gun, the birds changed their call and Iris was able to barely, dodge out of the way.

"What the fuck is your problem!" Iris called out over the chaos. "Did Graves send you?" That didn't seem like him, but she had lost track of the jerk, so maybe it was.

"Call off your gun and I'll call off the birds?" She said it with authority, but certainly emphasized the question. It was an offer after all.

[stabby-n-crabby]

@birdgirliris

The mission was going smoothly. It was simple, amateur work that Glass would've turned down if she wasn't bored. Three siblings from one family, and she'd already taken down the brother and sister. The other sister was easy to locate, often heading out in the evening to party. She hadn't heard about their deaths yet, wasn't grieving. If she'd been alive the next day, Glass imagined she would've felt as useless as she was, spending the night drunk instead of paying attention.

Tabitha had the perfect vantage point, shadowed on an empty balcony, and staring down with a silenced rifle at the girl's usual haunt.

It would've been done, if some other woman hadn't chosen the beat before the shot to get between Glass and her victim. She could've just shot this one, too, but then she'd have unknown clean-up to do over the random civvy kill.

"Fuck you," she hissed, crosshairs on the girl's head. A bird flew by, smacking the rifle as it went, and Tabitha swore again. She'd almost hit the trigger at the motion. Her fingers trembled with irritation as she dismantled the gun and packed it away. She climbed down the side of the building with her grappling rope, and tucked it away.

First, she killed her target with a knife to the throat, in the middle of a rave. Then, she ducked back out and stalked the scent of the other girl, tracking her easily to a different neighborhood.

[birdgirliris]

Iris had been told as soon as the explosive was placed. She wasn't terribly worried about that. She could handle an explosive. Despite her paranoia about him, Raze was covering her hospital bills so it would be fine. The birds on the other hand...

She shooed them away and the birds flew off, out of an always open window. Iris ran out the back door and wedged herself behind a...well she wasn't quite sure what it was, probably a corpse of a shipping container, and braced herself for the explosion. It did come, but it wasn't quite as bad as she anticipated. Iris had expected a massive explosion based on what the murder had said.

But, as Iris peeked from her hiding place she saw that it was only the front half of the building that had been destroyed. She forgot how panicked the birds could be when it came to explosives. They tended to exaggerate. Granted, any explosion for a bird was massive.

Iris chirped to call one of the birds over. She didn't want her stalker to find her thanks to the murder. "I want you and the rest of the murder to find our new friend and shit on her. But stay out of range of her weapons."

The bird clicked his beak happily and went off to relay the message, and presumably get started on the poop party. Iris on the other wing, took a moment to collect herself and form a plan.

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[birdgirliris]

@notmymamasboy

Iris was...fine. Ish. As fine as someone with as much trauma as she could be after living two years with her head down, hiding her mutant abilities (which was easy given what they were), dedicating herself to her actual job, and going to therapy. And downloading that really cute therapy app. Honestly that was more helpful than the actual therapy on some days, not to mention it was bird themed.

This morning, she felt pretty good. Her scar hadn't hurt her in a while and she didn't have night terrors for once. Her work was going well. She had started work in a new place about a year ago. It was a bird sanctuary that teamed up with a local university. Of course it didn't pay the best, and this was New York, so Iris had started freelance drawing on the side. A few of her pieces had wound up in some nature magazines, and she had just finished illustrating a children's picture book. To celebrate, Iris decided to pack her favorite snacks, take her drawing pad and watch the birds greet the sun. Usually Iris was more of a night owl, but that's what made watching the sunrise so special this morning.

Iris found a tree to sit under and had just finished pulling out her drawing supplies when she saw it. A few yards off was another figure sitting. They seemed to be watching the sun.

Iris almost threw up. She recognized the posture, the hair, the style of clothes.

It was Raze.

She had avoided the bastard for two years, and now he was here? Iris held back a snort and quietly packed her things. There were other parks, and other sunrises. Maybe today was a 'sleep in and eat favorite snacks and watch bird documentaries' sort of day. That was a nice way to celebrate. Order some take-out, snuggle in her pajamas. Yeah, that would work. She zipped her backpack and shouldered it, and walked away. Iris kept her pace even and smooth, forcing herself to enjoy the morning breeze. Running would draw attention and that was the last thing she needed. She sighed and looked over the park one last time.

The birds could wait, her safety could not.

[birdgirliris]

Iris' eyes widened. She had forgotten just how much Raze made. That, or he quite possibly made more as the years went by. Or both.

She smirked at his comment. "Told you." And then he followed it up with that little jab. He knew she loved bird watching. But she knew that she felt most free when she was telling her adventures to birds or being in high places, getting intel from the birds she befriended. And then everyone got to celebrate a job well done with sunflower (or whatever she had on hand) seeds when the bad guys got taken down.

It had seemed so much easier at the start.

Iris gave up trying to hide it. He would dredge the truth out of her just so he could hear her say it. He always did that. Scoped out the wounds with his scent and observations and then took aim.

"Are you saying you'll fund me being a pain in your ass," she asked sardonically.

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[birdgirliris]

@notmymamasboy

Iris was...fine. Ish. As fine as someone with as much trauma as she could be after living two years with her head down, hiding her mutant abilities (which was easy given what they were), dedicating herself to her actual job, and going to therapy. And downloading that really cute therapy app. Honestly that was more helpful than the actual therapy on some days, not to mention it was bird themed.

This morning, she felt pretty good. Her scar hadn't hurt her in a while and she didn't have night terrors for once. Her work was going well. She had started work in a new place about a year ago. It was a bird sanctuary that teamed up with a local university. Of course it didn't pay the best, and this was New York, so Iris had started freelance drawing on the side. A few of her pieces had wound up in some nature magazines, and she had just finished illustrating a children's picture book. To celebrate, Iris decided to pack her favorite snacks, take her drawing pad and watch the birds greet the sun. Usually Iris was more of a night owl, but that's what made watching the sunrise so special this morning.

Iris found a tree to sit under and had just finished pulling out her drawing supplies when she saw it. A few yards off was another figure sitting. They seemed to be watching the sun.

Iris almost threw up. She recognized the posture, the hair, the style of clothes.

It was Raze.

She had avoided the bastard for two years, and now he was here? Iris held back a snort and quietly packed her things. There were other parks, and other sunrises. Maybe today was a 'sleep in and eat favorite snacks and watch bird documentaries' sort of day. That was a nice way to celebrate. Order some take-out, snuggle in her pajamas. Yeah, that would work. She zipped her backpack and shouldered it, and walked away. Iris kept her pace even and smooth, forcing herself to enjoy the morning breeze. Running would draw attention and that was the last thing she needed. She sighed and looked over the park one last time.

The birds could wait, her safety could not.

[birdgirliris]

Iris looked up from fiddling with her finger nails, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. "I...you...what?"

If he was being honest, and it seemed like he was, he did have that lovely air of truth about him that he sometimes had, it was quite possible she could ask for a few things and resurrect Crow from the back of her closet.

She shook her head. "No, I...it costs too much money." It wasn't a lie exactly. If she wanted to make it with the heavy hitters she'd have to pick up martial arts again and probably toss in some gymnastics too. Even if, and that was a big if, she let Raze cover the hospital bills, the whole endeavor was too expensive.

So Iris tried a different tactic. "Where I belong these days is in the field studying birds." If she said it confidently enough, she might luck into hiding her doubt from herself and Raze. "Besides, where would I go to hone my skills. Madripoor? Would you tell everyone to be nice to the idiot in the bird costume?"

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[birdgirliris]

@notmymamasboy

Iris was...fine. Ish. As fine as someone with as much trauma as she could be after living two years with her head down, hiding her mutant abilities (which was easy given what they were), dedicating herself to her actual job, and going to therapy. And downloading that really cute therapy app. Honestly that was more helpful than the actual therapy on some days, not to mention it was bird themed.

This morning, she felt pretty good. Her scar hadn't hurt her in a while and she didn't have night terrors for once. Her work was going well. She had started work in a new place about a year ago. It was a bird sanctuary that teamed up with a local university. Of course it didn't pay the best, and this was New York, so Iris had started freelance drawing on the side. A few of her pieces had wound up in some nature magazines, and she had just finished illustrating a children's picture book. To celebrate, Iris decided to pack her favorite snacks, take her drawing pad and watch the birds greet the sun. Usually Iris was more of a night owl, but that's what made watching the sunrise so special this morning.

Iris found a tree to sit under and had just finished pulling out her drawing supplies when she saw it. A few yards off was another figure sitting. They seemed to be watching the sun.

Iris almost threw up. She recognized the posture, the hair, the style of clothes.

It was Raze.

She had avoided the bastard for two years, and now he was here? Iris held back a snort and quietly packed her things. There were other parks, and other sunrises. Maybe today was a 'sleep in and eat favorite snacks and watch bird documentaries' sort of day. That was a nice way to celebrate. Order some take-out, snuggle in her pajamas. Yeah, that would work. She zipped her backpack and shouldered it, and walked away. Iris kept her pace even and smooth, forcing herself to enjoy the morning breeze. Running would draw attention and that was the last thing she needed. She sighed and looked over the park one last time.

The birds could wait, her safety could not.

[birdgirliris]

Iris crossed her arms and continued to look away. She opened her mouth to speak then closed it. That was the only way to tell that she had heard Raze, that she actually absorbed the words. But she continued to people watch, as if they were birds she loved to study.

"People like me, don't matter. We don't make a difference. I made Crow to make a difference. I didn't want to kill. I wanted to do what the police couldn't...wouldn't do. Super heroes...they have limits. The Punisher doesn't have any. I thought I could be the in-between." She shrugged again. "I was wrong."

She glanced at Raze and continued, her voice flat. "If you want a positive spin, you lot saved me from a lot of hospital bills."

[birdgirliris]

@notmymamasboy

Iris was...fine. Ish. As fine as someone with as much trauma as she could be after living two years with her head down, hiding her mutant abilities (which was easy given what they were), dedicating herself to her actual job, and going to therapy. And downloading that really cute therapy app. Honestly that was more helpful than the actual therapy on some days, not to mention it was bird themed.

This morning, she felt pretty good. Her scar hadn't hurt her in a while and she didn't have night terrors for once. Her work was going well. She had started work in a new place about a year ago. It was a bird sanctuary that teamed up with a local university. Of course it didn't pay the best, and this was New York, so Iris had started freelance drawing on the side. A few of her pieces had wound up in some nature magazines, and she had just finished illustrating a children's picture book. To celebrate, Iris decided to pack her favorite snacks, take her drawing pad and watch the birds greet the sun. Usually Iris was more of a night owl, but that's what made watching the sunrise so special this morning.

Iris found a tree to sit under and had just finished pulling out her drawing supplies when she saw it. A few yards off was another figure sitting. They seemed to be watching the sun.

Iris almost threw up. She recognized the posture, the hair, the style of clothes.

It was Raze.

She had avoided the bastard for two years, and now he was here? Iris held back a snort and quietly packed her things. There were other parks, and other sunrises. Maybe today was a 'sleep in and eat favorite snacks and watch bird documentaries' sort of day. That was a nice way to celebrate. Order some take-out, snuggle in her pajamas. Yeah, that would work. She zipped her backpack and shouldered it, and walked away. Iris kept her pace even and smooth, forcing herself to enjoy the morning breeze. Running would draw attention and that was the last thing she needed. She sighed and looked over the park one last time.

The birds could wait, her safety could not.

[birdgirliris]

"They?" Iris could feel her voice rising. She took a breath and focused on steadying her breathing before continuing, leaning in. "They? You're included in that Raze. You," her voice was low and predatory, "and those bastards won."

She sat back and shrugged, like she didn't care, but she didn't meet Raze's eyes. "You proved me wrong, goody for you."

[birdgirliris]

@notmymamasboy

Iris was...fine. Ish. As fine as someone with as much trauma as she could be after living two years with her head down, hiding her mutant abilities (which was easy given what they were), dedicating herself to her actual job, and going to therapy. And downloading that really cute therapy app. Honestly that was more helpful than the actual therapy on some days, not to mention it was bird themed.

This morning, she felt pretty good. Her scar hadn't hurt her in a while and she didn't have night terrors for once. Her work was going well. She had started work in a new place about a year ago. It was a bird sanctuary that teamed up with a local university. Of course it didn't pay the best, and this was New York, so Iris had started freelance drawing on the side. A few of her pieces had wound up in some nature magazines, and she had just finished illustrating a children's picture book. To celebrate, Iris decided to pack her favorite snacks, take her drawing pad and watch the birds greet the sun. Usually Iris was more of a night owl, but that's what made watching the sunrise so special this morning.

Iris found a tree to sit under and had just finished pulling out her drawing supplies when she saw it. A few yards off was another figure sitting. They seemed to be watching the sun.

Iris almost threw up. She recognized the posture, the hair, the style of clothes.

It was Raze.

She had avoided the bastard for two years, and now he was here? Iris held back a snort and quietly packed her things. There were other parks, and other sunrises. Maybe today was a 'sleep in and eat favorite snacks and watch bird documentaries' sort of day. That was a nice way to celebrate. Order some take-out, snuggle in her pajamas. Yeah, that would work. She zipped her backpack and shouldered it, and walked away. Iris kept her pace even and smooth, forcing herself to enjoy the morning breeze. Running would draw attention and that was the last thing she needed. She sighed and looked over the park one last time.

The birds could wait, her safety could not.

[birdgirliris]

She pretended like she didn't hear. It was probably better for both of them that way.

Iris glanced up at him. That sounded like a point to her. But she didn't bother commenting. "Not sure why I would want citizenship to a place I got kidnapped in, but sure. Make it dual citizenship. I like it in the Sates well enough...for now."

Her lips twitched as she adjusted her position. "I...retired that. Bullseye was...is," she was assuming he was still alive, "an ass, and Aaron well..." calling him a shit would be generous but it was

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