#sinplly

[hariolor]

@sinplly said; ' yoo, lusty ~ ' / from her fave sibling, envy

Unprompted!

—    ❛ I TAKE IT YOUR MISSION went well if you came back with such a big smile. Gluttony is away, let's speak before we meet up with Father & the others. ❜

[iobartach]

@sinplly [shiro] // continued form: staying quiet 🤫

Her raised volume throws him off for a beat or two, masked head and shoulders ducking in the manner of someone dodging a sudden blow. So much for that suggestion, offers a stray thought, fully aware of what could transpire as a result. Such a loud sound was hard to miss, especially in an area devoid of both prisoners and facility personnel.

"Because," he starts to say, his own tone rough and full of rocks in his own annoyance, but stops before he could add anything further. Both this girl, and this place, were unknown to the Society's leader, placing the need to find out more information first above the desire to cause trouble. Least he inadvertently make matters worse for himself!

"I prefer if we didn't attract attention." Be it from another curious inmate, or someone in a position to report the sighting of a massive, costumed giant, wandering around unchecked. "Can you tell me again what the name of this place is?"

[iobartach]

@sinplly [mcginnis] // continued from; deja vu 🦇

As much as the darkness attempted to hide the stranger's presence, he still remained visible to concealed garnet hues, a unique profile distinct from the back drop, that both spoke and carried themself in a way that suggested... youthfulness. "Heard of the name before." This in itself started to make clear some unknowns for Miguel, seeing as how his previous encounters with the caped crusader dug up memories of a much taller male, with a different costume to boot.

"Nice try, kid." That in itself earned a rare chuckle, for they did seem to make quite the pair. And whilst he had never managed to uncover the name of the man beneath the cowl in his previous trips across the multiverse, Miguel felt confident in making the assumption that this stranger was some sort of successor.

"You're his replacement, aren't you?" The next in line to take up a legendary mantle. That too, he knew quite a bit about.

[iobartach]

@sinplly [terry] asked; ' hey, i thought it was bad to be matching outfits like this -- one of us gotta change and i ain't going to be me ' chaotic terry noises / from the batman himself

It isn't often that he's beaten to the punch, outpaced by a stranger adorned in a costume that wasn't entirely dissimilar to his own -- both, unbeknownst to the other, upholding legendary monikers in their own ways.

"And what makes you believe that I'll change instead?" Voice indicating disagreement, he studies his opposite as he speaks, picking out the resemblances with ease; sleek and streamlined, claws and arm blades were visible, as were more minor discrepancies. A crimson spider had been traded for a bright red bat silhouette that, along with the presence of a utility belt and pointed, bat-like ears help to couple him to a guessable namesake.

"Besides, since when is a bat and a spider comparable?" Puzzled at the thought, such words inspire other questions. Was he dealing with a Freaker here? A mutate, just like him? Miguel didn't seem to think so; after all, unlike the tomorrow knight, he was the one casually clinging to a wall, staring down at the stranger.

"Not happening, kid."

[iobartach]

@sinplly [mcginnis] // starter call

The threat of an incoming projectile left no room for politeness, necessitating skipping past greetings and straight into action. Arms are in motion before the alert-- nay, order-- to move tore from his chest, legs springing clear from a wall that would soon cease to exist. Carried forward a short distance by this sudden detachment, hands reach for a back suit, snatching at their sides with fingers that wouldn't shred their garb to pieces when he caught the other.

At near enough the exact moment that is spent the stranger, a sharp whistle invades his hearing, twisting his hidden visage into an unpleasant outline that's noticeable even through the crinkles and furrows made in his mask. When all goes still for brief second, silence has time to thrive before a roar of sound immediately replaces it, followed by a booming shockwave that hits the Spider's back with enough force to knock him over, taking the other with him.

Hitting the ground in a roll, forced to relinquish his hold, Miguel separates from the other and turns for a few more rotations before he plunges a set of unfurled talons into the concrete, taking back control of his own gather momentum. By the time that he comes to a full standstill, several metres separate him from the stranger, an anomaly by definition, but that could wait for now.

They had just been shot at, after all.

"Hey!!! You still alive over there?" Staying low to the ground, legs are tucked beneath his crouched form as his weight shifts to balance on the balls of his feet, staying on alert. Ready to strike if necessary. "Someone's trying to kill us. At least they missed, this time."

[cloachladain]

@sinplly​​ replied:

'  you are clearly smart as it has been visible to see the villains and heroes of this time are so dull  -- perhaps us old men should teach these kids a lesson?"   -   from professor venomous 😳

--- “ Whilst I wouldn’t usually partner up with anyone -- ” He MUCH preferred having someone sign over their SOULS after pleading for his aid. “ -- I can tell you are one of the few, true masters of villainy left. I accept your proposition. ”