Atieno nods in appreciation. Even if it was the very least that he could do, it was still something the entity didn't take for granted. Nothing could be assumed as a given no matter where they were, especially not in large cities like this.
"Fair enough. I suppose a place like this is .. truly unique. There's certainly many reasons for people to stay here all this time." The stories about New York, they had heard a few times over the years. And they could respect the way people really did stand by the place, no matter what it felt like.
"Ah? Well, I was going to help out a friend. Hadn't visited her in a while and she wanted me to keep her a bit of company during a trying time. And just.. have an excuse to explore the city with. I wasn't able to arrive earlier so I guess I'll just have to meet up with her tomorrow to kick things off there. "
"It's really a city that never sleeps," and boy, does Jake know it. Being behind the wheel, in more ways than one, helps make him feel more alive. But he can feel an ache in his bones, and he knows Marc has put a few more sleepless nights under his belt.
And New York really has become unlike anywhere else in the world. Other places have their own superheroes, and they might even have some of the big ones to their name, but New York has become a kind of hotbed for superheroes. A cultural hub, even. A hell of a thing to become.
"Hey, with a friend like you, I'm sure everything's gonna be alright," Jake hides it behind a charming smile, but the mention of friends strikes a chord. With so many of the old crew gone, Jake wanted to keep in touch with them. But Marc... the three of them, really, were never the best at keeping in contact. Jake can be glad that Marc has started letting people back in, but it's still a crying shame that he had to burn so many bridges before learning the lesson.
"Your friend from here?" He changes the conversation quickly, focusing on the passenger instead of himself.
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△ if you had to rank your pets, who would be the number one in cuteness (damian)
Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character
"I hate this. And I hate you for asking it," Damian grimaces, once he's sure that there isn't an easy way out of this question. Someone's going to get their feelings hurt tonight.
His expression softens somewhat when he considers his options. "Against all odds, Goliath. It's the juxtaposition between his apperance and his temperment," the boy huffs, shoving his hands into his pockets.
△ (Robin!maps) "How the heck do you do school and be out here? You are still in school, aren't you? You don't even look old enough to drive. Does Batman impose bedtime?"
△ (Robin!maps) "How the heck do you do school and be out here? You are still in school, aren't you? You don't even look old enough to drive. Does Batman impose bedtime?"
Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character
"I'm pretty sure that's like... three questions? Four if the driving one is a question too but I'm not gonna count that one. Anyways," Maps takes a deep breath.
"Okay so basically I juggle both by doing 'this' part time, mostly because of the school thing. I am still in school and that's all you're getting out of me on that front. Sorry but not really. Aaand... he kinda does but like... it's a very loose bedtime. Don't worry about it though I still find ways to get some sleep." Kindergarten naptime may not exist anymore but study hall naptime sure does.
❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞ ~ Starscream for Optimus Prime
A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS
"A lie of omission remains a lie, Starscream." Optimus Prime's voice booms, stern and powerful. His blue optics shine with marvelous intensity, made heavier by the millennia of war. "Is this not a selective truth as well?"
Kat felt those emotional walls go up with Slade. She continued to smoke her cigarette without a care. "Maybe not fully but enough.." She answered him. He may think himself a villain maybe because it was just easier to.
She shook her head at the mention of capes and cowls. "I'm avoiding that group for now because I feel like they're responsible for my loss.." Yes, she was angry about Jason's murder. She blamed Batman.
"I got some whiskey." She held up the bottle of the liquor. Usually the smell turned her stomach, but she just wanted the pain to stop.
"There isn't much to understand." There's no greater appeal that can be made to Slade's humanity. He thinks himself the villain because he knows what he is. Slade Wilson may say he adheres to a code of conduct and treats his word as his bond, but that doesn't make him any less of a villain.
Wintergreen, Joseph, Adeline, and Rose all know this. They all know full well what kind of man Slade Wilson is. As do Dick Grayson and his associates.
"I don't drink on the job, Peregrine." Slade's response is harsh. "And I don't do social calls."
Of course, Alfred had enough of an understanding to at least trust Bruce wouldn't have brought this to his attention if he didn't think he had to. Given how outlandish it was, and how much more outlandish it got as the kid explains his situation. Catching him up on what happened. He's sceptical, if only because everything that he knows tells him not to trust people at their word. However, he is choosing to trust Bruce's judgement, wherever that's going to lead them until this situation is resolved.
He considers the story carefully. Sounds like the Intergang where this kid came from came into possession of some pretty serious tech. He wonders now if what's been said is true, if he's going to have to deal with more displaced vigilantes. "I suppose Intergang might be our best lead here in getting you back home, kid." He'll have to request files from his bosses, but since they asked him to spy on Batman, he hasn't really wanted to keep going with that. Still, bigger problems prevail. "If not, I can see what else I can find on this...interdimensional technology." It's not a solid way to go, but it's a start. And he figures Bruce has his own ideas.
Bruce did look at Damian then when he mentions Gotham feeling more hostile, he mentioned something about it before, hadn't he? It's a curious thought, that. Bruce couldn't imagine a version of Gotham being less hostile. "You mentioned it felt like something didn't want you here. You got any ideas on what that could be?" Maybe he should keep an eye out for whatever that was, should it come after Damian.
Of course this was outlandish. No part of this was anything remotely close to ordinary or typical. But Bruce and Alfred had asked for the truth, and that is exactly what Damian has given them. At no point was he obligated to give either of them a version of the truth they deemed to be acceptable or even reasonable by any kind of definition. The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. That's all he was obligated to share.
"If you have Intergang here." It took some time for them to emerge onto the criminal scene, first in Metropolis then decentralizing. And this is still a universe where the Justice League has yet to form. Without that lead... Damian will have to think about where else he can look. The Lazarus Corporation is the next best thing he can think of, but he'd rather not extend a bridge in that direction. Not without exhausting every possible alternative first. The less people know he's from another universe here, the better.
"I'm... unsure," he's loathe to admit. It's something that'd be easy to write off as nerves, were one so inclined. Maybe a little too easy to write off. He tries to think of what it could be, but the boy can't come up with any answers. Nothing that would make sense, anyways. "I'll let the both of you know if I figure it out."
Asked for their thoughts, Atieno thinks for a moment. There's a lot of things that can come to their mind while hanging out at night. Sometimes it was hard for them to parse through the exact nature of such feelings, trying to give them some kind of comprehensible form.
"Hm. Just kind of observing, listening I guess. Sometimes I like paying attention to the small motions, the little senses. Maybe I'm just letting some memories drift through of what potentially arises at night..
I don't know. I guess I think about that in relation to the day and how sure that's maybe the better time to be around in many ways, if you don't.... really exist the way that most do, it still feels like an odd experience. "
"Wouldn't know," McCole's answer is harsh. The myths got a lot of it wrong, but they were right when each of them say that the vampire is lessened by the burning light of the sun. So many Kindred can scarcely remember the last time they saw the sun. Some nights, McCole wishes he could forget the last time he saw it, too. It'd make the longing easier.
"I got a... condition. Inverts my sleep schedule," he elaborates, taking in more smoke with raspy breaths. Pierre always did tell him that the best lies were the ones that weren't lies at all. McCole just isn't talking about the other parts of his condition. The undeath of it all.
"Just hardwired different, I guess." And changed. The same sun that marked a new day for everyone else marks a final death for Samuel. "But I don't think about it much. Hard to miss something you never saw." He says with such conviction that he almost believes it.
"Do you?" Frank scowls, and furrows his brow. Somehow, he doubts that Matt Murdock really knows where he's coming from, or why the Punisher has to do the things he does. Even if the story is public, parts of the truth will die with Castle. "I'm not telling you to cross the line. Just to look the other way when I do."
By the time Maya gets over both the overwhelming fear of being known and starts to develop her own hobbies, she mostly finds herself drawn to models and model kit building. Preferably the more mechanical the model (cars, boats, planes, robots, etc.) the better.
The specific affection for mechanical subjects more has to do with the fact that Maya likes visualizing each steps of the process and understanding how the machine works than it does reflect any distaste for humans.