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open log for january

Characters: Jason Todd & Red Hood + you
Date: January
Location: ALL AROUND
Situation: Catch all!
Warnings/Rating: Jason Todd warnings—some swearing and some violence.

METAL; roof top reprised
[In his red helmet, cracked a long the sides, a ratty red hoodie that he's not fond of parting with and a green military-grade Kevlar vest, he looks like a walking Christmas Tree. It doesn't do well for camouflage but you work with what you have.

And it doesn't matter what you're wearing when you're lurking on a roof top. He still looks like a suspicious creep, hanging out and looking at possible prey to ambush.]

FIRE; dirtiest job -- jason todd edition
[With the death of the Emperor, you'd expect a bit more riots and more revolutionaries popping up. But it's quiet on the weapons and drugs circuit. No demand, prices goes down. And no matter how much he convinces the locals, they're don't want to start shit while bigger shit is happening (eloquent, so eloquent). Funding's going down for him. Low on funds means a job.

The butcher shop smells like death and despair, but it's funding and he gets free packages of meat every now and then, so swearing and wearing the butcher's apron isn't so bad in the afterthought.

If you happen to be shopping for a steak dinner tonight, you might run across a grumpy young man sitting behind a meat counter or just on the steps of the shop.]

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[Korra had mentioned the place, and with his rate of getting into nasty situations and the current down time in the market, this is about as good a time as any to pay the good doc a visit.

With his hands in his pockets and wearing local Kedan grab, he steps in and looks around, then grabbing the attention of first person he sees.]

Hi, I have a bad shoulder and I need some dental work. Do you guys do dental or chiro here?

[Bianca's certainly in, at least. Funny thing about long hours- they take up all your time.]

Hi there. The bad shoulder should be easy, but depending on what you need for dental work, you might need to find a local place.

[McCoy's the only one with anything approaching dentistry skills, and those aren't wide or varied.]

[He makes a face at that last bit. No offence to the local dental, but they seem to forget about a few things when it comes to human teeth. It's not a nice surprise when they can't grow them back like the kedan can.]

It's a loose molar. It sort of feels like the next knock I get is going to be the last goodbye between that molar and me. The shoulder's not that bad. Wondering if you got anything more permeant for frequent dislocations.

[No big deal right...]

I'll have to check with Dr. McCoy if he can do anything for a loose molar, but as for the shoulder, do you mind going to one of the examination rooms with me?

[Privacy: Important. She picks up a clipboard and paperwork needed for a new patient.]

DAMIAN
[When patrols happen as often as they do, it's hard not run into the certain people. Jason is very good at avoiding these specific people, probably because he was one at one point. And Bats can be predictable.

Tonight, he's not on patrol or lurking about. He's just another guy, swinging by and eager to get back to his safe house in Water Sector. His bag of food gives off the sense of normalcy but the fact that he's jumping from roof top to roof top isn't. And when he lands on one with Damian on it, they stare each other down. That was always expected, but when he holds up the bag of food and asks:]

Got grub.

[That's unexpected. Then again, finding the kid looking a bit more miserable than grumpy is a bit of a surprise.]

[ Damian starts at the unexpected voice, and he turns around, his mouth thinning almost to familiar levels. But, while his whole body is definitely ready for a fight - he would hardly be Robin if he couldn't stay in such a condition, no matter what - the immediate I will kill you is not in his body language. Merely some sort of resignation. ]

What, so you can gl--

[ He cuts himself off, the sharpness apparently intense enough to bring about a faint thumping of alarm and reassurance from Taraja, distant as she is. So he tries to soothe both his own reaction and the baby turtle, then shakes his head slightly, and focuses outward again. ]

I see.

[ It still doesn't sit well with him, in any way, for people to be able to catch his weakness. Especially not people who - while not in their past, at least in Damian's - have caused so much damage. But keeping the sharpness walled in has become, in the almost two weeks since the hatching, a rather good reflex. Grief, on the other hand, doesn't exactly come in as surprisingly as his usual - anger, wish to attack. And Taraja doesn't react quite as frightened by it - a little sadder, but, clearly, that is a sentiment she can understand. ]

[ Damian isn't ready to shut that in, as well, anyway. It's way too soon. ]

[Not that he ever needed to, all his interactions with this kid has been written in big bold font in his head—special treatment for daddy's little boy. And when he cuts short, he noted that as well. Not like Damian to cut short of anything when it comes to him, as their previous encounters testified, nevermind the very neutral and non-threatening follow-up.

Jason shift his weight from on leg to another, then back again. This is odd and he just can't figure it out. Curiously, he steps closer and squats down by Damian.]

Gloat about food? That's a new low worst comeback scale. I give it a 3/10. If I had pen and paper, I'd be jotting that down. You know what that is, right? It's a F minus.

[They don't give F minuses but he leaves that in; something of a lure to see if he can get Damian to snap back. And as he waits, he pulls a carton of vaguely Chinese food type out.]

F minus.

[ Flat. Damian's tone is absolutely flat. Even though he is almost a tiny bit morbidly amused. ]

Coming from the person whose best guess at the moment is food. That's... rich.

[ He looks away. ]

About - the other Robin.

[ No names in the field. Or whatever. Damian's really not feeling particularly eager to be clever, right now. Or bright. Or whatever. He's just... missing the brother that he shouldn't have known in the first place, not... like this. Ugh. Having to recognize and face the feeling for what it was, rather than bury it underneath anger and aggression? Is one of the least comfortable things Damian's been through. And he could, he probably could, do thing his way, anyway. But he has a responsibility for a creature to whom lies and confusion - let alone his levels of anger - are harmful. ]

[ And that's more important than what Damian wants. ]

[ Plus, recognizing the truth and living up to it would have been what Grayson would have wanted. What the Grayson he still has does want, Damian's pretty sure. ]

[ He can still act a little cross, when he's not right beside Taraja. Especially since... Todd. ]

[That was pretty weak. He'd give Damian another chance but it seems like the moment is gone.

'The other Robin'. It's weird a mention of someone who's gone can shift the mood so drastically.

For him, it doesn't inspire the same feelings of sadness or funk or whatever that Damian's going through. He doesn't consider them brothers, any of them. Just strangers pulled into a strange man's fantasy of being a giant bat of justice—if you can even call it that.]

Heard he's gone.

[So not sorry.]

Did you loot his place first? Big man's gotta have some protocol for that stuff by now.

[Yes, he remembers the other ones that have been gone. The girl, the boy and now this other Robin. He just knew that Batman looted his when he left.]

[ Well, not the mood. Only Jason's mood. Damian was moody about it to begin with. ]

[ At the question, the boy's jaw clenches so tight that Jason can probably hear his teeth grating. ]

You really know nothing about me or him, do you. Or Father.

And if you weren't gloating about that, what had you in such a cheerful mood, anyway?

[He shrugs.

It's unnatural how the kid acts like he's 50 instead of 12, but there's nothing that can be done about that, is there. He'll just pretend he doesn't feel a bit sore about how there's a blunt distance between him and his supposed family.]

Something about seeing you in a pouting mood makes the world seem a bright, better. So, what? Big bro's gone and you're sulking about it. You shouldn't, kid. I'm prove of why you shouldn't.

[Not just because he came back from the dead but because he came back from the dead here. He was gone, and it took them a couple months to bring him back. The other one can't be far off.]

[ And that is why Damian gets nearly rabid when Jason calls him six year old. Seriously. ]

[ On the other hand, it's not like Jason's given said family a reason to try to cross that distance. In fact, he's been rather prickly about keeping it. But the fact that Damian's not trying to hurt him is pretty much admission that he is accepted, let in on this, regardless of what Jason might claim to be, or not to be, to the family. ]

And chances are that he won't remember a thing. You have been here twice before, you know. So has Drake. Grayson - our Grayson - has left and reappeared, too. Brown was here twice. Aside from you recalling your first appearance here - the first, not the second - it's as though one deals with strangers, every time.

[ In all honesty, of course, all Damian's anger is, in fact, turned against himself. For being this weak. For missing people. For letting people matter to him. Jason merely gives him a different focus, for a little while. ]

[After work hours were over, he went straight for his bar in Fire Sector. It's a seedy little joint on the edge of the sector. It doesn't have a lot of people and the floors are a bit sticky, but it has it's pros too. One of the major ones being that there's never usually any Foreigners here. No one to run into, accidentally.

Well, usually.

He steps up to the other guy and plants himself in the seat next to him, despite all the other seats that are available. His barman gets his usual order while he speaks.]

I don't usually see Foreigners here.

Edited 2014-01-06 00:16 (UTC)

[ While Peter might have liked spending a good deal of his time in the various bars of Keeliai, he couldn't really make it except for those rare moments. It seemed like the rest of the foreign population was banding together in various ways with the recent turmoil, but not Peter - there were familiar names floating around, and barely familiar faces - it wasn't enough for him.

Friends left behind to d'ast knows what fates back home weight heavily on his mind, but thankfully, the edge of his youth had been worn down just a bit. He didn't snap as he might have as a younger man, even with something as simple as a stranger pulling up a seat next to him at the bar.

He barely glanced over and tossed back what remained of his first drink. ]

Then are you usually here? [ Okay, so some of the edge was still there, but he finally cast a small look in Jason's direction. ]

I'm relatively new around here. [ Heavy emphasis on "relatively." ]

[Jason shrugs and taps two fingers on the bar top. He waits until a drink appears before he finally answers.

In the meantime, he takes a closer look, gauges the other man's expression and body language. He remembers the name Peter Quill—something about universes and speaking to Death, it was all crazy talk for him and he labeled the name and the face with 'seen some shit'. Then he left it at that. Now the man is here himself and he makes a reminder to himself to add a label for 'soldier of fortune'.

He makes a show of looking around the mostly empty bar.]

Well. Usually, no one is here. New or not, everyone with a two legs or more goes over to the Brazen Turtle.

[Sitting on one of the rooftops nearby is Monet, one leg crossed over another, thumb rubbing the nail of her index finger, occasionally glancing downwards or to the side, over the other buildings. She's out hunting tonight, a little hungry for action, and sometimes it seems although she's listening to the street below rather than actively watching. If she's seen Jason she makes no indication of it.]

[She sits, tapping her foot on the roof, and there's a distant shout which catches her attention. Someone's running their way.]

[The shout grabs his attention, and he snaps to it, ever eager to get a fight in before the night is over. He swings down to where the shout originated. Sometimes it's hard to pinpoint; the turtle's shell has a weird acoustic effect and he's stuck in broken helmet.

When he locates the runner, he doesn't make a hasty move. You never know with Kedan folk. A low shout could be coming from a child to throw people off. Shape-shifters. He watches first, eyes the situation and takes a bit of time to think of a punny line for it.

And then he spots another person out of the corner of his eye. He doesn't acknowledge but she's been on the network before.

Early bird gets the worm

He jumps down, interrupting the runner with a nonchalance that contrasts with his loud entrance as much as his red and green outfit.]

[Monet's away the second she hears it as well, choosing a different route down to the source. There's another person there, she can hear his heart and how pumped full of adrenaline he is. Great. So he came for her spoils? Was he going to share or would she have to shove him out of the way?]

[She blocks off the other end of area, standing tall, radiating power and confidence. The kedan's a relatively large one, fit, and eyeing them both, is readying itself for a fight. Her lip curls into a smirk. Good.]

[To Jason, she calls:] In Christmas spirit, are we?

[On the bright side, new competition is nice. Never hurts to see what's out there that isn't shapeshifters with the latest, coolest tentacle placement. He can't get a good look of her from here but a reference about Christmas indicates Earth and that'll have to do for now.

Jason hooks his thumbs into his pockets and addresses the woman, ignoring the kedan between them for a second for the sake of civility and manners. Gosh, Alfred would be so proud of him. ]

What can I say? I always dress up for a ho ho ho-down. Hi there, I—

[The kedan doesn't like any of that mannerism bit and charges at him, possibly because he hasn't shut up yet. He evades easily, taking two steps off the kedan itself to propel him upwards and over, and the kedan downwards and let the gravity do the work. Ground meets face, Jason meet mysterious woman. Introductions all around!

As the kedan gets back up, Jason finishes his sentence.]

Think you should stay clear for now. Road's going to be under construction.

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[Ho-ho-ho... down. Are you kidding? Monet rolls her eyes. He's a cocky one, she can take that or leave it. The recklessness, she shares, in part. He's human far as she can determine, his body sings. So he likes the fight.]

[Good.]

[The kedan moves and her head turns sharply towards it - she's wanted a fight for a long time and this stranger isn't going to wrest it from her - and that's parkour isn't it, and he's light on his feet, a rather determined leaf in the wind. Curious, she steps towards him, smirking.]

Is that so? Care to lay down your coat for me, Monsieur?

[He can tell she's just hiding how impressed she actually is. Yeah, absolutely.

There's a giant kedan that looks like they're about to book it and leave them in the dust right now, and she's talking about laying down a coat for her to go first? Like hell that's going to happen. Jason doesn't take his eyes off the kedan when he speaks, his whole body braced for impending action.]

Wow, asking me to take my clothes off already? I'm sorry, I'm not that kind of guy.

[The kedan, thinking with quantity over quality, must think it could take both of them on and it charges at them with a roar. At which point he says:]

Well, if the lady insist, the lady gets.

[And he rolls out of the way, let the kedan have a good distraction for now while he scales up the kedan's back with a quick two step, steel wire ready to loop around the impossibly wide neck]

[She'll keep hiding it. Of all the people to run into - this mask had to be an utter teenage boy, and one that isn't even bothering to pay a lady any attention.]

[The kedan moves before she can snap back, and he moves too, with a grace that suggests training, and definitely not just parkour. She files that away for later perusal and braces for impact, crouched in a way that suggests she can take the hit, however strong. But then kedan shifts to something small, slips the wire, and scuttles away.]

Merde!

[A low hiss, she glances at Jason, and then gives chase to their quarry.]

[Ellie had a few birds to sell to the shop owners, and the places she usually got the most money for them were in the Fire Sector. She needed to save up some cash, because her clothes that she'd been given were slowly starting to wear down, just like the ones she'd come in with. This was the price one got for being unused to how to behave with new clothes.

But when she walked into the butcher shop, she immediately noticed the foreigner doing the chopping-- and not the owner of the establishment themselves]

So we meet again, Pirate Avenger. Did you decide that becoming a vegetarian was a missed steak?

[nailed it]

[Oh that voice. He knows that voice.

It's no worst than being seen by Damian Wayne or any of the other bats.

But Ellie, man.

He wanted to be cool and impressive for Ellie. Though he knew this—encountering familiar faces—was always a possibility, what can you expect when you work in a public place such as this. He looks up with a smile and hammers the butcher's knife down.]

Well, I saw your catch that other time. And I thought, what's the best way for us to meat up.

[Play it cool]

[it takes her a moment to realize the pun, but when she does--] Nice. I almost didn't catch that one. Really fucking cool.

[she held up her catch for this time-- she'd learned that these little lizards were some sort of delicacy, and they went for higher prices than the birds that she, personally, considered more appetizing. But they were also more difficult to find and catch, which probably explained it]

And I'm still at it. You think that guy'll want any of these?

[NAILED IT]

Thanks, I didn't know that already.

[He leans over his counter and looks at her current catch. Then he reaches over and taps the glass where the marked lizard meats are.]

Pie Raider, that's a hefty catch you got there. Prices we're selling for are there, but how much do you want it for? I'll empty the cash bucket for you, if you can convince me.

[she raises her eyebrows. She isn't sure if he's serious or not, but she didn't want to take any chances. She bites her lip, chewing over a response as she considered just what her selling point to him would be. They were fresh-- she'd just caught them this morning, but it was really starting to eat into her bow and arrow supply, and bullets were far more precious to her on the turtle.]

Well... Looking at that price, I want 5 juulan a head. Do you know how hard these guys are to catch? They blend in really well, it's kind of scary. And I lost two arrows going after them, you know.

[she counts on her fingers] So, I think I'm down to 5 at this point. So I'm gonna have to buy some, and I don't know how much they charge here.

Besides, I'm a growing girl who's gotta eat.

[Jason waits for her to decide and then finally takes a moment to consider her offer, then the state of the girl. He can take the lizards for whatever price she whats, but he's surprised she's not highballing him right off the bat. He would've, even when he was her age. Then again, maybe he's just a bad kid oops.]

Kid, losing arrows is on you and your skills. I'll give it to you for 4 a head.

[He says firmly and he's already going for the cash bucket already, like the deal's over.]

What? You're clearly marking them up a lot more than that. 5 is a reasonable price to request, you know. Besides my arrows, that's a lot of fucking time and effort that went into catching these damn things.

[oh no you don't, Jason. Even though they're friends, she's not gonna let herself get screwed. Or at least, what she views as screwing her over. She places her hand on her hips and juts her chin out, defiant at the price offer.

Damn, Pirate Avenger! Damn.]

[He raises an eyebrow and holds a hand up in case Ellie decides to throw something at him—which wouldn't be a surprised reaction at what he's doing.]

Easy, kiddo. How many heads you got there? Maybe we can make a deal, deliver 5 heads every two weeks and you get a monthly pay.

[He doesn't make the rules here, he doesn't seem to remember that. But whatever, this is the way to do it. His boss will be thanking him after this.]

[It's been... forever, since he talked to the young man. And if it were up to him it would stay like that, without conversations about how close Kal had been to killing and how easy it would have been to do so without repercussions.

But because he's one of Bruce's troupe, Kal feels he doesn't have the luxury of avoiding him. So he forces himself to land next to him, arms crossed in front of his chest.]

I could have seen you from miles away even without my vision, Mr inconspicuous.

[Oh man.

He feels 13 years old again and Alfred's telling him he can't wear socks with sandals.

Jason hooks his thumbs into his sweater pocket, then takes a look down at himself. Then takes a look at the flying man in red and blue.]

Is it because I don't have a cape?

[He looks down a his uniform, a smile tugging on his lips. He might get along with Dick the most, but if he's honest with himself Jason's dry sense of humor is the one that reminds him the most of Bruce.]

I intend to be seen, that's the whole point. [So people have someone to loo up for, something to look for in the sky.] But I thought you guys were one with the night and all that jazz.

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open log for january

BIANCA

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DAMIAN

Rooftops... then hatchie another time.

turtle turtle turtle

always tiny little loving turtle!!! Where tiny means huge, but, hey.

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PETER QUILL

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METAL;

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the dirtiest job you say

sob

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Metal;

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