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[imaginate]

Characters: Kyle & various.
Date: Catch-all log for July.
Location: All around.
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: War horrors, child abuse, mention of torture, physical and psychological.
Notes: [Action] or prose are all good. Ping me if you'd like a specific setup/threadstarter.

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[imaginate]

[Kyle cuts loose as much as he can without his ring. Punches and kicks fly left and right, he doesn't control his movements. He simply- lets go, letting himself brawl. Usually at home, he's the one hiding under the desk while Guy is flying left and right, before Kyle joins him. This is comforting, familiar, and eases the ache of his brother's absence.]

[Half an hour later he's leaning against the counter with unconscious kedan beside him and grinning at her. The bar's relatively intact, because they'd have to pay for any damages, but at least everyone's had fun.]

[wingedwarrior]

[Shayera isn't even going to use her mace for this, that's for the tougher bars and starting the fights by blaming someone else with it. But now, it's just fists, and those are more than enough to handle these guys. Sure, they put up a fight, but Shayera's been in more fights than she can count. Someone, of course, is stupid enough to think her wings are her weak spot and aims for those.

That poor sap is getting thrown right out of the bar, courtesy of Shayera. No one touches the wings. She finishes up not long after Kyle, treading carefully over the groaning lumps on the floor and unconscious kedan around her. She orders another drink, takes a swig of that, then gives Kyle a playful punch on the arm.] Now that was fun. John never got that involved in bar fights.

[imaginate]

John doesn't always know how to have fun.

[He says it fondly, as he takes a swig of his still-unfinished drink.]

Good fight?

[wingedwarrior]

Sometimes he needs a little nudge. Good thing he has us.

[There's a grin on her face as she nods, gesturing around the bar.] I think this sight should give you my answer well enough.

[imaginate]

Or a shove.

[He raises the glass.]

Cheers.

[wingedwarrior]

Sometimes a literal one. You should've seen his face when I hit a guy in a bar with my mace, then gave it to him. [Just remembering it made her laugh.

And she of course, taps it with hers in return.] To one hell of a bar fight.

[imaginate]

Aw man, you didn't even take a photo for me.

[He clinks his glass against hers and finishes what's in it.]

What else have you been up to around here?

[wingedwarrior]

If I ever do that with him again, I'll make sure to do just that for you.

[She shrugs nonchalantly, taking a few sips.] Not much. Exploring around, trying to learn more about the kedan. I'm used to being dropped on strange worlds, but not forced to live on them. [The Watchtower was pretty much her home.]

[imaginate]

[He lifts an eyebrow, an unspoken request for her to continue.]

[wingedwarrior]

Most I've been doing is try to figure out everyone here who looks familiar to me. Members of the League or otherwise. [She's still trying to get used to the turtle.]

[imaginate]

How similar are they?

[wingedwarrior]

Batman's the same as ever. [Except he doesn't know her, so that bummed her out a bit.] Black Canary seems the same, but I never talked with her much at home, so I'm not the best judge. Aquaman is a lot nicer here than in my world. [And he isn't missing a hand, either.]

Wally is... different, too. [By about ten years.]

[imaginate]

Any trouble adjusting?

[That's his main worry.]

[wingedwarrior]

No. It was hard without my powers for a while, but I dealt with it. [Nothing she can't handle.]

[imaginate]

At least we just worked out all that frustration.

[He gestures to the pile of unconscious kedan.]

Anyway. I found students for you.

[wingedwarrior]

That was a lot better than talking out frustration. Way more therapeutic.

[Oh right, self-defense classes were a thing she said she'd do.] Who are they?

[imaginate]

Captain James Kirk, and Clara Oswald. Kirk's a brawler, Clara needs to a swing a mace.

[wingedwarrior]

Sounds like they just need some proper training to develop their skills. It won't be too hard, it'll just take time. So long as they listen.

[imaginate]

I'm pretty sure nobody can ignore you.

[Cheeky grin.]

[wingedwarrior]

[Oh you.] Darn right they can't, and they'd better not test me.

[imaginate]

[He hops off his stool.]

C'mon, you want to go somewhere else to wind down? There's a noodle place down the road.

[wingedwarrior]

So long as you're paying. [She doesn't have much money as it is.]

[imaginate]

Freeloader.

[Ain't even bothered. He gestures at the door, holds it open for her politely, and then leads the way down the street.]

[wingedwarrior]

Not for long. [Such a gentleman, Kyle! And now it's time for small talk.] So did John talk about me much where you're from? [Or not so small talk because this has had her curious since day one.]

[imaginate]

Well, sorry, but-- the Hawkgirl in our world is really different from you. I don't think they've ever actually spoken. I certainly haven't.