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“ IT'S A SHARPIE, it'll come off. ain't chu ever seen that trick where people use expo markers t' get sharpie off of somethin'? we'll get cha' some expo markers & it'll all be fixed. easy peasy, lemon squeezy, T. ” eyes dart downwards to @thirdsmartest's outstretched hand, then back up again. “ nuh uh, i'm not done yet! ” ( "you really gonna make me count to three?" ) there's a shrug of her shoulders, then a playful smile. “ maybe. ” / continued from here.
‘why are you in there?’
It looks suspicious. Elias knows that. Waking up from reviving himself rarely is a pleasant or simple experience, especially when there's witnesses nearby. Elias knows of Mr. Terrific, and although is pre-death memories are hazy, he can recall the hero trying to save him before he died. Thankfully Elias has died and been put in body bags just enough times he's figured out a full proof way of unzipping if from the inside. Unluckily for him Mr. Terrific had lingered to help assess the damage from the attack. "I..." To say 'I don't remember' seems like a cop out but it's true, he loses a chunk of his memories each time he dies. "They thought I was dead, I guess?"
@thirdsmartest : i get the feeling we may not be as similar as you think.
EDWARD HAD THROWN HIMSELF right over the nearest chair, curling downward now to adjust its height to his liking. The ebb of his courtesy evidently cannot extend beyond keeping the other's lab a NO - CRIME zone. His leisure, as it is, and the theatrical way he carries his amusement, will seldom dare to orphan him – eternally spun 'round the length of his cane and the rim of his hat. "Well, then it's only that, dear. A feeling. Not so substantial now, is it?"
The tip of his shoe presses against the floor, pushing the chair to spin 'round and 'round. "Nooo, no. Not at all." He stops, and about him lingers this air of something to come, clinging to the curl of his smile and prying at the walls to still and listen, just like the man before him should. "Think about it. Understand me. Get it, Mister Holt. What does the humble tomato have in common with the deadly night shade?"
did you seriously just... draw a smiley face on my t-sphere with a sharpie?
BEAMING WITH PRIDE, a nod is quick to follow. “ ain't it so cute? i was thinking of doin' a kitty cat face next time. gotta' start small & work up, y'know? ”
@thirdsmartest asked:
“ What were you planning to do? ”
plans that they were sure were going to work if they had gotten a chance to do them. predictability coming across in people that didn't think through their actions--but they did, they thought of everything, or most things. simulations running at a constant instantaneous rate. then even if the calculations had gone by quickly, they were too slow to action. stagnant and paused by systematic glitches when unknown or too dangerous a factor showed into their view. then there needed to be more thought, more development put it until...
...well, someone else solves it first.
" fix the. take down the bad guys. " drifting between tones, they weren't sure where to settle yet--what kind of person they should be around this hero.
" trap them somewhere they couldn't cause trouble, eliminate the immediate threat then- "
they gave a gesture of their hand, talons raking through the air as fractals bounced off the edges of each imperfect prism. they had been ready to do it, they could have, surely. the most important part of the situation was eliminating the prime threat, priorities had not been on what do with the 'bad guys' afterwards.
" --and then drop them off for someone else that can take care of them. like the...police, or something. "
⤷ ゛@thirdsmartest : 34 sender is found by receiver somewhere they shouldn’t be . (batman not the only one skulking around odette's sewer fjsjfhjsfh)
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as if one notorious intruder wasn’t enough, rats had to forewarn her of another? oh my goooood, did these people ever stick to themselves? there was no such thing as privacy in this city. it’s like squatter’s rights didn’t mean anything anymore. maybe odette should take that to court. ( yeah, her and what money? that’s funny. )
children inform her this is someone they’d never caught wind of before. it only got better, apparently. as if that stupid bat didn’t have enough birds under his wing; what, he’d found another just, laying around? seemed to be how it worked!
she stays strictly out of the water in an attempt to keep her approach quieted, the lantern slung on her hip decidedly unlit. she didn’t need it - saw better in the dreary conditions anyhow.
plans had been made in her head to …. sneak attack? he looked easy enough to tackle to the ground from behind. focused on something at his feet, squatted down and observing it with tech far more advanced than her flimsy flip phone. she wouldn’t attempt to understand it.
she’s more so stuck on who the fuck this guy even was. she’s never seen him in her life. though, that wasn’t exactly uncommon.
turns out, he's smarter than her. this was also not uncommon. while odette believes herself the upper hand here, it’s obvious an eye is being kept on her. her takedown attempt, embarrassingly futile. the guy swiftly dodges out of her grasp, cause for the woman to helplessly squeak. s flail, and she slams face first into the filthy concrete. ❝ guh. ❞
odette sits up. one of his stupid fushigi magic orbs cracks the back of her skull, cause for her to crumble once more. ❝ OWWW!!!! what ‘da fuck! ow! seriously? Wh - who - WHO EVEN ARE YOU, MAN! ‘dat was assault, y’know, i should call ‘da bat! ❞
i want details you haven’t told me yet. for babs!
"Impatient much?" Babs replies with disapproving click of tongue. "And here I thought you were the one with the best manners. Seems I stand corrected." Despite initially scolding him, a smirk tugs at the corners of her lips as her fingers fly across her keyboard. "Are you going to beam the idea of what exact details you're looking for or should I dump the zip file in an email for you? Or, you know, you could tell me just exactly what it is you need to know."
" why are you here, lobo? I know the league isn't paying you. " it's been bothering mr. terrific since the czarnian decided to stick around and kick his feet up—figuratively and literally. " going from bounty hunter to superhero isn't exactly the most lucrative career change. "
An incredibly long drag is taken off his cigar, the tip glowing an almost blinding red before he would exhale a cloud of noxious fumes into the room. He had little regard for the concepts of second-hand-smoke, in fact he almost enjoyed the fact that he was being such a nuicence. "Why am I here?? Th' better question is why are YOU here, desk-jockey? Ya ain't got no powers, cept' them lil' balls of yers..."
He quite literally had his boots kicked up as he'd lean back, locking eyes with Teriffic once again. "Fact is, I don't even KNOW why I'm here! Th' Main Man just felt like it! Simple as that, Clyde. Simple as that."
