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tushanshu_logs2012-10-23 06:35 pm
acrobatical) wrote in tushanshu_logs2012-10-23 06:35 pm
Batman! ...again? | Open
Characters: Bat!Dick and you!
Date: Tonight (overlap into the start of the event)
Location: All Sectors, at differing times for each
Situation: He is darkness, he is the night -- and, yes, he is operating as a fully licensed Batman, TYVM.
Warnings/Rating: To be added as/if they arise
Dusk Until Midnight | Wood Sector
[The trees provide adequate cover where still the leaves cling and refute the pull of autumn's slow death. His grey and black blends within the shadows, lending a degree of stealth that is only heightened by years of practice.
Dick Grayson wears the cowl of Batman, prowling high above the illuminated streets to learn what he can of the late evening population. Eavesdropping is as effective as interrogation in the right circumstances and in a new city? Silent recon work is key.
He can be found between one and three stories off the ground, moving from branch to branch with effortless ease. His motion is mostly silent, only a stray leaf occasionally drifting down as show of his passing.]
The Midnight HourPer-so-na | Metal Sector
[Here he feels more at home, the Metal Sector blending an aura of Metropolis, Gotham City, and Blüdhaven together to lend an odd sense of comfort. Dick rests on a ledge high above the streets, drawn back from the light of the shell as he silently catalogues his notes from the Wood Sector.
To the untrained eye, he is no more than a gargoyle sharped from an array of matte metals and bolted down to watch the kedan below. He crouches in such a way that the cape drapes over much of his body, allowing him to pull apart a small selection of sausage-stuffed pastries purchased under a civilian guise earlier that day. Every once in a while the heavy material parts and he lifts a piece to his mouth, chewing slowly as he considers the conundrum of this life, death, and dreaming that the kedan advertised Keeliai as.]
Midnight Until Dawn | Water Sector, Earth Sector
[The appearance of ghosts were what spurred him from his surveillance of Metal and midnight snack. That's... odd, and a possible clue to the nature of Keeliai, so it is only natural that Dick follow it, still clad and acting as the Batman he is back in Gotham.
He moves still in silence but, for the first time this early, early morning, he can be found working on the shell's surface in pursuing ghosts and conducting brief analyses of the areas that they seem to appear and disappear from. Samples are his focus, from prints to any substances that may lead into some conclusion about these weird ghosts.
There are times when some appear before him, but he does not jump. He regards them, takes note of their appearances and motion, then whispers a note into his audio log for later cataloguing. It's almost like he's seen his share of ghosts. Spoiler: He kind of has.]
The Pre-Dawn Hour | Fire Sector
[The first night's recon is completed and Dick is returning home, but he is employing a significant degree of caution by slipping into the Fire Sector and using the subtle lighting shift of the flames from the blue of night to the red of day to play havoc on eyes that try to follow him in the shadows.
Eventually, he will find an utterly private place to shed the uniform and return to being Dick Grayson, simple acrobat with a bag slung over his shoulder and exploring, but ultimately heading back to Wood Sector, where his suite is.
The choice is yours to encounter BatDick or, once the sun is up, Dick Grayson himself.]
Date: Tonight (overlap into the start of the event)
Location: All Sectors, at differing times for each
Situation: He is darkness, he is the night -- and, yes, he is operating as a fully licensed Batman, TYVM.
Warnings/Rating: To be added as/if they arise
Dusk Until Midnight | Wood Sector
[The trees provide adequate cover where still the leaves cling and refute the pull of autumn's slow death. His grey and black blends within the shadows, lending a degree of stealth that is only heightened by years of practice.
Dick Grayson wears the cowl of Batman, prowling high above the illuminated streets to learn what he can of the late evening population. Eavesdropping is as effective as interrogation in the right circumstances and in a new city? Silent recon work is key.
He can be found between one and three stories off the ground, moving from branch to branch with effortless ease. His motion is mostly silent, only a stray leaf occasionally drifting down as show of his passing.]
The Midnight Hour
[Here he feels more at home, the Metal Sector blending an aura of Metropolis, Gotham City, and Blüdhaven together to lend an odd sense of comfort. Dick rests on a ledge high above the streets, drawn back from the light of the shell as he silently catalogues his notes from the Wood Sector.
To the untrained eye, he is no more than a gargoyle sharped from an array of matte metals and bolted down to watch the kedan below. He crouches in such a way that the cape drapes over much of his body, allowing him to pull apart a small selection of sausage-stuffed pastries purchased under a civilian guise earlier that day. Every once in a while the heavy material parts and he lifts a piece to his mouth, chewing slowly as he considers the conundrum of this life, death, and dreaming that the kedan advertised Keeliai as.]
Midnight Until Dawn | Water Sector, Earth Sector
[The appearance of ghosts were what spurred him from his surveillance of Metal and midnight snack. That's... odd, and a possible clue to the nature of Keeliai, so it is only natural that Dick follow it, still clad and acting as the Batman he is back in Gotham.
He moves still in silence but, for the first time this early, early morning, he can be found working on the shell's surface in pursuing ghosts and conducting brief analyses of the areas that they seem to appear and disappear from. Samples are his focus, from prints to any substances that may lead into some conclusion about these weird ghosts.
There are times when some appear before him, but he does not jump. He regards them, takes note of their appearances and motion, then whispers a note into his audio log for later cataloguing. It's almost like he's seen his share of ghosts. Spoiler: He kind of has.]
The Pre-Dawn Hour | Fire Sector
[The first night's recon is completed and Dick is returning home, but he is employing a significant degree of caution by slipping into the Fire Sector and using the subtle lighting shift of the flames from the blue of night to the red of day to play havoc on eyes that try to follow him in the shadows.
Eventually, he will find an utterly private place to shed the uniform and return to being Dick Grayson, simple acrobat with a bag slung over his shoulder and exploring, but ultimately heading back to Wood Sector, where his suite is.
The choice is yours to encounter BatDick or, once the sun is up, Dick Grayson himself.]
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A seven at worse? Sounds like this place is a downright vigilante vacation hotspot.
[He doesn't miss the reference to the gang war, nor to the fact something similar's happened here -- he's read some on it, but there're still plenty of blank spaces in his knowledge of local recent events. It's something to research more, once he's settled a bit more.]
From the console, it sounds like a showing of bats helped keep it from being a Gotham special.
[Cautious acknowledgement? Cautious acknowledgement. Dick's on a bit of a limb there, because there're few references about the Batfamily activities on the network, but he's seen hints enough to make conclusions based on things how they've functioned in the past.]
no subject
The mention of the console eases some of the tension in her shoulders, since it seems like he's aware there's more than just her around, so she won't have to tell him about
Perhaps a little belatedly, it occurs to her that Dick might be from before Bruce came back from the past, and she's definitely going to leave that to Bruve to explain, if it's the case.]
We helped, but it wasn't just us. There are more vigilantes than you can poke a stick at, some of them metahumans, and there's also just people with other kinds of combat experience.
[Like Asami or Yelena, and there's a hint in her voice that suggests she considers those people allies]
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[He pauses and considers whether he should make the next reference that occurred to him. It's a big step in terms of the Batfamily, but could be old news to her. If not, it could be a big shock, same as it was to the media when Bruce announced it. Bats are trained to handle shock, so he goes for the gamble.]
Or a new division of Batman Incorporated.
[A faint smile, a hint of when he's from and why he's still wearing the cowl. If she's from the same time, she'll recognise the hint. If not, then she may have learned about it from Bruce here. Or she'll be in the dark about it.]
But I doubt he'd let much in the way of metas work with Batman Inc, so it's gotta be the former.
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That would imply organization. [Her smile is wry, and she actually meets his eyes rather than looking at a vague spot over his shoulder. (For the first time in a while, she wishes she had Babs' comm in her ear; the sound of her on the other end of a line would be reassuring right now).
There are plenty of vigilantes and metahumans, but none of them are really working together outside of pre-existing groups, except in the case of the gang war, but that was extenuating circumstances]
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Next question is why there's still areas that rate a seven on a good day. [He meets her gaze. The lenses of his cowl and her mask block an honest read from happening, but there's an ounce more comfort or confidence in her posture and her head shifted just enough for him to know it's a direct look now. Good. That tells him they are more allies that alienated and he'll roll with that.] What are the locals capable of that keeps their trade so high? [Especially with so many bats in the belfry.]
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(Babs would just laugh, and seeing Dick here, in the cowl, makes Steph miss her so much it aches.)
The look passes after a moment, though, and she decides to actually answer the question.] Have you fought with a kedan, yet? [she's guessing 'no', based on the fact he asked a question.] They're a lot stronger than us, and the smart ones have learnt how to use their shapeshifting abilities in a fight.