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well they're pretty much the same when you're punching them in the face
[which is mostly what she does]
[which is mostly what she does]
I wouldn't know.
Anyway, gonna drop off the stuff in a few. If you can't resist throwing in a cape, you better not charge me.
[oh noooo talking about his henchmen is making him miss them
missing all 400 pounds of huell and every precious ginger lock on kuby's head
sigh]
Anyway, gonna drop off the stuff in a few. If you can't resist throwing in a cape, you better not charge me.
[oh noooo talking about his henchmen is making him miss them
missing all 400 pounds of huell and every precious ginger lock on kuby's head
sigh]
that's because you're boring.
okay. and i promise not to include a cape or anything even remotely resembling a cape.
okay. and i promise not to include a cape or anything even remotely resembling a cape.
[She takes a little longer, because she has to pack up the mess of her tailoring projects that are in the living room, before suiting up and heading out.
Though she takes it as an opportunity to show off a little, when she sees he's already on the rooftop, connecting her zipline and flipping smoothly through the air, managing to land almost perfectly.]
Hi.
Though she takes it as an opportunity to show off a little, when she sees he's already on the rooftop, connecting her zipline and flipping smoothly through the air, managing to land almost perfectly.]
Hi.
( Ah. Show off. He considers her landing, nodding with a thoughtful expressions, before he holds up seven fingers.
7/10, yep, before he signs: ) Didn't stick the landing.
( Not perfectly, anyway, and he's just being silly. ) Let's go.
( Because they need to get into the Outlands, and he is pretending to be a Serious Business Hero. Except for the smirk. )
7/10, yep, before he signs: ) Didn't stick the landing.
( Not perfectly, anyway, and he's just being silly. ) Let's go.
( Because they need to get into the Outlands, and he is pretending to be a Serious Business Hero. Except for the smirk. )
Harsh.
[That should've at least gotten an eight out of ten, in her professional opinion, though she's also sticking her tongue out at him so professional should probably be taken with a grain of salt.]
Race you?
[Because everything is a competition.]
[That should've at least gotten an eight out of ten, in her professional opinion, though she's also sticking her tongue out at him so professional should probably be taken with a grain of salt.]
Race you?
[Because everything is a competition.]
You don't know where we're going.
( He's a bit smug, pointing that out, because Batgirl is, yes, faster across rooftops than he is, and probably hasn't fallen through a rotten one perched atop a ramshackle building anytime recently. One day he should see if he can levitate rocks or metal or something and just ride around on that.
That might be excessive, though.
Atlas gives her a bit of a wink, and then he's off at a run, moving into the Outlands towards the training area he has in mind. It's a way out, but not so remote as to be a major inconvenience for two heroes in their prime to get to. )
( He's a bit smug, pointing that out, because Batgirl is, yes, faster across rooftops than he is, and probably hasn't fallen through a rotten one perched atop a ramshackle building anytime recently. One day he should see if he can levitate rocks or metal or something and just ride around on that.
That might be excessive, though.
Atlas gives her a bit of a wink, and then he's off at a run, moving into the Outlands towards the training area he has in mind. It's a way out, but not so remote as to be a major inconvenience for two heroes in their prime to get to. )
I know.
[Whether that reassurance is for herself or him, even she isn't sure, but she at least has to hope that even by accident, she'll end up back home. They'll get home, they'll fix things, everything will be fine.
But as for family:]
Family's what you make it. Blood doesn't mean shit.
[For all that she says it with conviction, it annoys her that other people won't believe it, that too many people look at her, and see her father.
That sometimes she does the same.]
[Whether that reassurance is for herself or him, even she isn't sure, but she at least has to hope that even by accident, she'll end up back home. They'll get home, they'll fix things, everything will be fine.
But as for family:]
Family's what you make it. Blood doesn't mean shit.
[For all that she says it with conviction, it annoys her that other people won't believe it, that too many people look at her, and see her father.
That sometimes she does the same.]
( Ouch. Ouch. Family is complicated, and he gets that it's complicated for her too, but he almost winces with that, lapsing into silence.
Finally, he ventures, very very cautiously and even more quietly, ) You're angry.
( And he's not sure if it's something he said, or just what they were talking about, but it's set him on edge. A little-- a little less skittish: ) B-blood's important.
( His sisters are important, and his parents, he's known it, even if he's spent most of his life terrified of them. They're his family. Even if they think he's useless, they're all he has, aside from Max. And he doesn't have her. He's... they're not anything. )
Finally, he ventures, very very cautiously and even more quietly, ) You're angry.
( And he's not sure if it's something he said, or just what they were talking about, but it's set him on edge. A little-- a little less skittish: ) B-blood's important.
( His sisters are important, and his parents, he's known it, even if he's spent most of his life terrified of them. They're his family. Even if they think he's useless, they're all he has, aside from Max. And he doesn't have her. He's... they're not anything. )
[There's a moment where she nearly says no shit, but she's not angry at Donny, and it's not really fair to be a dick to him, just 'cause he happened to touch on a sore subject. She doesn't like thinking about her dad.]
I'm guessing you don't know what it's like to be raised by a criminal, to have blood mean that people don't trust you, 'cause they think you're gonna turn out like your parents, a crook or a junkie. I don't want that blood.
[For all that momentary anger, that sharpness, now she just sounds kind of tired.]
I-- [She sighs, closes her mouth, focusing on the table, rather than Donny.
I don't want that blood for my daughter, either.]
I'm guessing you don't know what it's like to be raised by a criminal, to have blood mean that people don't trust you, 'cause they think you're gonna turn out like your parents, a crook or a junkie. I don't want that blood.
[For all that momentary anger, that sharpness, now she just sounds kind of tired.]
I-- [She sighs, closes her mouth, focusing on the table, rather than Donny.
I don't want that blood for my daughter, either.]
( A long, long silence. No, he doesn't know what that's like. He doesn't know what it's like to have your family name hang over you. He does know what it's like to hate your family, sometimes, and to feel ashamed and pick himself to pieces for it, but that's not quite the same. He knows what it is to be a disappointment, and a shame to the family, because he's not what anyone wanted. That's not the same thing, either. )
Asteria.
( He said the name to her once before, on the rooftop the first time they met. ) Nyx, M-Morpheus, Hypnos.
( Remember, Bat? Remember how you dismissed it? He does. That Asteria hadn't sounded dangerous, to her. ) She's my sister.
( I don't want that blood. Very softly, because he feels like he should go, now. ) S-sometimes, the secrets are worse.
Asteria.
( He said the name to her once before, on the rooftop the first time they met. ) Nyx, M-Morpheus, Hypnos.
( Remember, Bat? Remember how you dismissed it? He does. That Asteria hadn't sounded dangerous, to her. ) She's my sister.
( I don't want that blood. Very softly, because he feels like he should go, now. ) S-sometimes, the secrets are worse.
Edited (donny u mad) 2013-06-03 15:08 (UTC)
[Well, fuck.
It's written all over her face, that regret and sudden understanding and guilt, because way to go, Brown. There's a reason she doesn't have many friends, and it's because she tends to let her anger get the better of her, making her say stupid shit like this.]
I'm sorry.
[For... everything, really. Both her own actions, words, and she's sorry for how shitty that situation must inevitably be.]
I don't think blood should define us.
[That's what she meant, it's what she was trying to say, but got too caught up in her own anger and - selfishness to put it properly.]
It's written all over her face, that regret and sudden understanding and guilt, because way to go, Brown. There's a reason she doesn't have many friends, and it's because she tends to let her anger get the better of her, making her say stupid shit like this.]
I'm sorry.
[For... everything, really. Both her own actions, words, and she's sorry for how shitty that situation must inevitably be.]
I don't think blood should define us.
[That's what she meant, it's what she was trying to say, but got too caught up in her own anger and - selfishness to put it properly.]
B-blood-- ( Blood is what gave him his magic, wasn't it? Meant to be in the blood. Meant to be carried, or genetic, or maybe it was just the vitality of blood itself that carried magic, he had no idea. He grits his teeth, struggles to make his tongue work with his voice, with how to form the words.) B-blood is all I h-have.
( And his blood doesn't even want him. But it's all he has. There was his blood, and there was Max. His love for Max might be enduring, but that didn't mean she'd have a use for him, always. At least his blood would still be his blood, even if they wished he wasn't. Something unhappy twists his mouth. I don't want that blood. Yeah. He imagined his sisters felt the same way.
He shakes his head, pushes back his chair, but can't quite go even if he's standing, because she's his friend. And he's not ever really had those. )
( And his blood doesn't even want him. But it's all he has. There was his blood, and there was Max. His love for Max might be enduring, but that didn't mean she'd have a use for him, always. At least his blood would still be his blood, even if they wished he wasn't. Something unhappy twists his mouth. I don't want that blood. Yeah. He imagined his sisters felt the same way.
He shakes his head, pushes back his chair, but can't quite go even if he's standing, because she's his friend. And he's not ever really had those. )
[Apparently she just shouldn't be allowed to say things to Donny, considering how thoroughly she manages to keep making an ass of herself.
For a moment she's quiet, expression somewhere between wrought and apologetic, as she tries to work out how to explain or apologize or something, since she likes Atlas, thinks Donny could use a friend, and doesn't want to leave this on a sour note.]
Wait. [As he stands, and she reaches out her hand to lay on the table closer to him, not actually making contact, but the gesture is clear enough. Stay. More quietly:] I wasn't being fair.
[She looks up at him, then away, sinking into her chair a little.]
My daughter won't have any of that; the only family she'll know is the one who took her in, and that's-- I know it's so much better, for her, because she doesn't want the same blood I've got, because she's better off growing up without knowing what her mother, her grandparents are like.
[She can't imagine telling her daughter that she was the one who started the gang war.]
But that's not... It's not the same for everyone. I wasn't thinking.
[She was just thinking about herself, her own circumstances, instead of how it might be for someone else.]
I'm sorry.
For a moment she's quiet, expression somewhere between wrought and apologetic, as she tries to work out how to explain or apologize or something, since she likes Atlas, thinks Donny could use a friend, and doesn't want to leave this on a sour note.]
Wait. [As he stands, and she reaches out her hand to lay on the table closer to him, not actually making contact, but the gesture is clear enough. Stay. More quietly:] I wasn't being fair.
[She looks up at him, then away, sinking into her chair a little.]
My daughter won't have any of that; the only family she'll know is the one who took her in, and that's-- I know it's so much better, for her, because she doesn't want the same blood I've got, because she's better off growing up without knowing what her mother, her grandparents are like.
[She can't imagine telling her daughter that she was the one who started the gang war.]
But that's not... It's not the same for everyone. I wasn't thinking.
[She was just thinking about herself, her own circumstances, instead of how it might be for someone else.]
I'm sorry.
( He's conflicted, but he sits back down, watching her from behind his hair, dragging his fingers through it so it falls over his face against and not bothering to fix it. And then she's talking, and she's got a daughter, and he doesn't know how to feel or what to think. He's not a parent, he doesn't know, but he remembers some of the girls from the shelter and the clinic and how scared they were. How tough, some of them, strong, but that didn't keep them from being scared. His mind catches, there, and he opens his mouth to try and offer anything.
There's nothing.
Painfully, he swallows air, an awkward click in his throat. Hollow, slapping sound, and he still doesn't have ay words. Typical, Adonis. At least he can shake his head, don't be sorry, please don't be sorry. )
I'm-- s-sorry.
( Falling woefully short, and yet it's the truth of it. Anything else would probably be patronising. He's sorry for getting mad, and he's sorry that she hurts, and that she feels like that about herself and her own family, and that she doesn't know her daughter, and that she had to make that decision. He's just sorry.
Silence, before he it just-- )
She's m-my-- she's my b-big sister.
( A little desperate. She's his sister. He idolised her, even when he was scared of her, and it feels like whatever tentative foundation did exist in his life was ripped away with finding out who - what - she was. )
There's nothing.
Painfully, he swallows air, an awkward click in his throat. Hollow, slapping sound, and he still doesn't have ay words. Typical, Adonis. At least he can shake his head, don't be sorry, please don't be sorry. )
I'm-- s-sorry.
( Falling woefully short, and yet it's the truth of it. Anything else would probably be patronising. He's sorry for getting mad, and he's sorry that she hurts, and that she feels like that about herself and her own family, and that she doesn't know her daughter, and that she had to make that decision. He's just sorry.
Silence, before he it just-- )
She's m-my-- she's my b-big sister.
( A little desperate. She's his sister. He idolised her, even when he was scared of her, and it feels like whatever tentative foundation did exist in his life was ripped away with finding out who - what - she was. )
Edited 2013-06-03 16:08 (UTC)
( This is a message being left while Jim drags Ellie to the hospital, because she would rather it not get back to her second-hand; )
Steph? It's El.
( So necessarily to specify who it is. Obviously. Although, maybe it actually is, because she sounds unholy. ) I'm feeling a little rough, so uh-- I'm ducking into the hospital for a bit. Don't stress, but.
Steph? It's El.
( So necessarily to specify who it is. Obviously. Although, maybe it actually is, because she sounds unholy. ) I'm feeling a little rough, so uh-- I'm ducking into the hospital for a bit. Don't stress, but.
[After getting the message, she decides to send a text instead of trying to call, since that way Ellie can just reply in her own time.
Also, her voice sounds awful.]
i'm stressing a little. [Well, at least she's honest.] is there anything you want me to bring to you?
Also, her voice sounds awful.]
i'm stressing a little. [Well, at least she's honest.] is there anything you want me to bring to you?
I'm tougher than I look, I promise. ( Don't stress, Steph, Ellie will worry about you stressing and it'll be gross and sentimental. ) I didn't bring any books. And apparently you need to know origami for folding paper to actually work for anything more complicated than a paper airplane.
i already knew that
[Wow let's not get too sentimental.]
i'll bring you a book on how to make origami
[Steph you're a dick.]
[Wow let's not get too sentimental.]
i'll bring you a book on how to make origami
[Steph you're a dick.]
Edited (wow I can spell) 2013-06-09 14:23 (UTC)
Know it all.
( Ellie she was paying you a compliment what )
If I were at home I'd make you sleep on the sofa.
( But actually she's grinning a little. )
( Ellie she was paying you a compliment what )
If I were at home I'd make you sleep on the sofa.
( But actually she's grinning a little. )
Good cover back there. Smart.
Thanks.
Thanks.
[Wow she hates herself a little for grinning at the compliment.]
You're welcome, did everything go okay?
[As if she wasn't lurking around wathching.]
You're welcome, did everything go okay?
[As if she wasn't lurking around wathching.]
[As if he doesn't already have a sneaking suspicion she was lurking.]
No one died, so that's something.
But it's still a disaster. Jesse's already a wreck.
No one died, so that's something.
But it's still a disaster. Jesse's already a wreck.
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