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riverviewlogs2017-07-30 10:55 am
fingerstripes) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-07-30 10:55 am
ask me no questions, I'll tell you no jokes
who: Dick Grayson and YOU
what: TDM prompts and assorted starters
when: July 20 - August 1
where: everywhere
warnings: possible violence, monster fighting, bat angst
1. "When you live by the ruler you die inch by inch"
[ He's off duty now but still in his police uniform, bearing a growing collection of corrosive holes to show for it as the first fat drops sputter from the sky.
Still, he's undeterred. For once undeterred by thoughts of secrecy and masks as he climbs roofs and roadways, rescuing belongings, clothing hung out to dry, and the occasional beloved pet left out in a high spot.
He balances carefully, one-handed, cradling a small, struggling fox under one arm as he glances back for the frantic woman below who'd been directing him a moment before. ]
I miss anybody?
2. "Tell me your story, shovel the dirt"
[ Bearing an extra layer of protective gear over the Nightwing suit feels a little like overkill, but gear up he does for another sweep of the city after nightfall. Riverview's population tends to be unusually savvy to the frequent infrastructural challenges faced by the city, but not everyone follows the crowds when they move, and he's here to round up anyone who apparently missed the memo.
And anyone he finds he descends on quickly, dropping out of the sky and directly into their intended path. ]
Come on, let's get you back inside.
3. "I'd swallow anything offered as truth"
[ He'd filed back into the jungle alongside one of the teams, bringing up the rear as the boar-like beasts started to cluster. They're fast and they're angry this time, which make fending them off exponentially harder as they learn the habits of the team. As they adjust to whatever curve balls they throw.
An hour in he'd decided to switch tactics, leading an angry cluster of them off in the opposite direction of the rest of the team. Anyone with sharp eyes might notice Nightwing isn't moving quite as fast upon his return; his movements a little stiff, his fighting style narrower. Closer to the ground.
Still he stays on his feet; bearing an unbroken focus that dares anyone to suggest he needs to sit down. ]
what: TDM prompts and assorted starters
when: July 20 - August 1
where: everywhere
warnings: possible violence, monster fighting, bat angst
1. "When you live by the ruler you die inch by inch"
[ He's off duty now but still in his police uniform, bearing a growing collection of corrosive holes to show for it as the first fat drops sputter from the sky.
Still, he's undeterred. For once undeterred by thoughts of secrecy and masks as he climbs roofs and roadways, rescuing belongings, clothing hung out to dry, and the occasional beloved pet left out in a high spot.
He balances carefully, one-handed, cradling a small, struggling fox under one arm as he glances back for the frantic woman below who'd been directing him a moment before. ]
I miss anybody?
2. "Tell me your story, shovel the dirt"
[ Bearing an extra layer of protective gear over the Nightwing suit feels a little like overkill, but gear up he does for another sweep of the city after nightfall. Riverview's population tends to be unusually savvy to the frequent infrastructural challenges faced by the city, but not everyone follows the crowds when they move, and he's here to round up anyone who apparently missed the memo.
And anyone he finds he descends on quickly, dropping out of the sky and directly into their intended path. ]
Come on, let's get you back inside.
3. "I'd swallow anything offered as truth"
[ He'd filed back into the jungle alongside one of the teams, bringing up the rear as the boar-like beasts started to cluster. They're fast and they're angry this time, which make fending them off exponentially harder as they learn the habits of the team. As they adjust to whatever curve balls they throw.
An hour in he'd decided to switch tactics, leading an angry cluster of them off in the opposite direction of the rest of the team. Anyone with sharp eyes might notice Nightwing isn't moving quite as fast upon his return; his movements a little stiff, his fighting style narrower. Closer to the ground.
Still he stays on his feet; bearing an unbroken focus that dares anyone to suggest he needs to sit down. ]
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He tilts his head at a measuring angle, as if he's giving the matter serious consideration. ]
Well, who's to say I didn't? You haven't asked yet.
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Depends. What kind of chips?
[She can't hide the soft huff of laughter that exhales as she asks him to elaborate. Of course, he probably doesn't have chips on him but if he magically manages to pull something out of that skin tight suite Yuffie wants to know where he'd been keeping it. It doesn't look like it has pockets. Yuffe hates clothes without pockets.]
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[ And he retrieves one from his belt, smile all teeth. ]
It does have crunch.
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Those things are gross. [She is trying not to laugh at him but it's becoming increasingly more difficult with each passing moment. She hasn't forgotten the stolen orb that's hidden in her pocket either.]
If a guy is going to give me food I'm going to make sure it's something nice. Maybe next time I'll let you take me out to eat.
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The mask at least is handy for that. ]
You always pick up dinner partners on dark rooftops at three in the morning?
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For now. I've over stayed my welcome.
[She takes a step, making a bit of a show of it as she walks towards the roofs edge. Yuffie doesn't look away from him, just waiting for him to do more than eat that super gross power bar.]
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But his bluff is called. He needs to get to the point or risk losing the chance to find out. He tucks away the power bar. ]
You're in a hurry to check out for a girl with nothing to show for it.
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In the new lighting her eyes shine like dark purple orbs beneath her hood.] Oh? Is that what you think? Don't you know a lady doesn't Kiss & Tell?
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[ He checks her restlessness against their surroundings again and comes up empty.
But then, she's all but admitting that something's afoot. This place doesn't have nearly enough action for the curiosity not to drive him mad. ]
The right answer would've been "absolutely not, my hands are empty."
[ Because he's betting they're not. ]
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My hands are clean.
[To make her point more apparent she wiggles her fingers.]
I don't think you'd have believed me no matter what I said. [She is a stranger, in a costume, on a roof. Almost like someone else she's just met and doesn't completely trust. Funny how the world works.]
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But does that make her guilty of anything? ]
Of course there's still time for you to clear up the misunderstanding. Forstall any slight to your good name.
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You don't know my name. [She counters with a smile.] Plus, how do I know that you're not up here planning to steal something or whatever it is you guys in skin tight suits do?
Why is my name the only one on trial? I think the snack eating blue bird needs to take a look at himself too.
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So what exactly am I guilty of? [ It'll give him a better sense of how her mind works. ]
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I know it's late but what if I kid saw you? You'd scar them for life.
[Her grin remains in place as she continues.]
As for anything else, I can only incriminate you the same amount that you can me, which is, none at all. [Yuffie wishes she could call him out but she'd be calling herself guilty too, which she has no interest in doing.]
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I'm wondering which one you are.
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[Clearly they are two completely different things.]