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@herslaughter// starter call

Marc feels her long before he sees her. It's something akin to Spiderman's spidey-sensess the way the skin on the back of his neck crawls at the feeling of something (or someone) dangerous being nearby. Black and silver cape flutters softly in the wind as he turns to face the source of the feeling. With the way his neck practically vibrates in alarm he's expecting to be facing something big and bloody. He doesn't anticipate her.

In the back of his mind, Khonshu stirs, offering a warning of his own. There's something special about her, something or someone simmering beneath the service... "Who are you?"

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@transngelic // mk starter call

"You know, I don't know why everyone is so afraid of you. You're plenty nice to me," Steven murmurs, using the side of his arm to adjust his glasses without using his hands. His hands are busy, his fingertips stained red as he helps her stitch a fresh wound closed. She's smart and strong enough to do it herself but it feels nice to be able to help with this. His own system doesn't let him help with such bloody, violent things often. His role has always been to take more of the emotional/verbal blows than physical. "You need a nickname, Azrae. It's no fair Jeannie gets all the nicknames. I think Azzie suits you."

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@batscain // starter call

When Jake first met Cass, he found her unsettling. She was quiet as a mouse but as dangerous as a viper. Thankfully they are allies so he never has to face her might. However, he does find himself subjected to her sharp gaze and observant mind. No matter how carefully crafted the lie is, she can tell when he isn't speaking the truth, and when he's hiding an injury.

Her keen eyes come with some benefits though, such as not having to explain who is fronting. He's not sure how she is able to tell so quickly and accurately but she just knows. "You know that just 'cause I wear black it don't mean I'm a bat, right?" he teases her as she slips through his apartment window. Batman's kids are a lot easier to get along with than the man himself.

Warmth spreads through his chest as she joins him at the kitchen table where a pizza just pulled from the oven sits, still steaming. When his brother died he lost his mom and his brother the same day... His mother hated him from that day forward. His dad still loved him but they felt more like people forced together than family. Is this what family feels like?