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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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Thanks for being a good Samaritan, anyway. How badly did I get you?
[Ain't even mad, now that the initial surge of annoyance has passed.]
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Barely touched me. [Reassuring grin? Reassuring grin.] No harms, no fouls -- so why don't we start with a clean slate and pretend that never happened?
[And, to encourage that.]
Let's kick it off with an introduction this time. [He's old-fashioned still.] I'm Batman.
[He sure did just say that with a straight face.]
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Secret identity, huh? [Those'll happen.] Namorita Prentiss. People mostly call me Nita.
Let me guess, you know a guy who goes by Superman?
[She's detecting a bit of a theme in the Justice League naming scheme.]
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He notes her name with a nod, but all other gestures halt at the name. It takes him a moment to recover -- he'd run into references that said it, but hearing the name's always different.]
You know, for a non-Atlantean Atlantean, you know a lot about my world. Superman's an old pal of mine.
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[Royal family! She's only jokingly annoyed, though, and she shrugs .]
I hang out with Superboy.
[90S BROS. Nita manages to get "Superboy" out with a straight face, too.]
We met the day the first batch of us washed up here.