NOV. TEST DRIVE

[missleadingquestions]

Sorry to be late this time!



G'day, Ruby City!

Thinking of apping a character but not sure they'll fit in the city walls?

Have no fear, a meme for you is here.

Directions:

• Post with your character with their name and canon on top!


• Choose a location and prompt or wait for someone else to tag.


• If you'd like, leave contact info for people to get in contact for plotting and other such shenans.


• Tag around! Make friends. Don't be afraid to chat OOC while tagging.

Locations:

1. Train Station: New arrival, or waiting to welcome people? Either way, the train comes in, but you still can't ride it out.


2. Cathedral: Looking for redemption? Just doing a little sight-seeing? Or just getting a little shelter?


3. The Clocktower: You can see the whole city from here!


4. The Black Stallion Saloon: You were told the burgers were great here-- but maybe you just came for the beer.


5. The Library: You came to do a little research, but it looks like all of the information's just out of your reach. Though, you can always find a way to pass the time here.


6. The Coffee Joint: A lovely place to have a chat and a bite to eat.


7. Le Cafe Anglais: A Parisian-British fusion that's as charming as it sounds and serves the best tea around.

Scenarios

1. Just walked in: You intended to get here, and you made your way in; but now someone's caught your eye and you'd like to have a chat.


2. Been here all day: You've been sitting around minding the time. Maybe you didn't notice them at first or maybe you were just working up the courage to talk-- either way, they know you're here and you know it too.


3. Bad weather: You're here because you've gotten rained in. This wasn't your choice, but at least it's dry-- right?


4. Wild card: Got something better in mind? Well screw these prompts, try it out yourself!

Have fun, guys!

Comments

Dick Grayson/Robin I | Young Justice

[acrobatrick]

[Clocktower]

[Strange new locales? Communication links cut off? Suspicious circumstances and weird objects planted on him after being knocked unconscious? Well it was a bit extreme, but nothing he hadn't seen before. Probably. Certainly nothing he hadn't trained for at one point in his life.

He was grateful he'd been dropped off in his Robin costume, meaning he was more than well-equipped to at least scout the area. Hopefully it didn't mean his identity had been compromised or anything-- but that was a concern to deal with later, since there seemed to be a suspicious lack of news broadcasting outlets.

In the mean time, he'd made his way to the highest point in the city: the clocktower (how predictable!), and had perched in the highest, out of view spot he could to begin his surveillance. He held a small pair of binoculars retrieved from his belt in front of his mask, as he stood crouched on the tip of his toes, dangerously on the edge, and studied the old city below.

Of course, the small boy was entirely positive he was alone, and he was pretty chatty in the best company; when he was alone, he just kind of...started talking to himself. Which was probably the source of the very soft mumbling under the boy's breath.]

...and I thought Victorian was already out of fashion...

[missleadingquestions]

[You're never really alone in this city, Robin. Especially not when the clocktower is so popular, and the residents are so nosy.]

You thought what, now?

[Sorry, subtlety is not this nosy shit's strongpoint.]

[acrobatrick]

[--Busted.

Robin quickly spun around on his heels-- which was kind of impressive, given he was doing so with a cape trailing behind him and without losing his balance on the edge.

For a moment, he just stared, at least until he realized that it just seemed to be a normal, teenage girl.]

Nothing really. [He brushed off the topic; not that it was an important topic, but what kind of superhero went around criticizing architecture when he was on surveillance?]

So-- who're you? I'm kind of new to town, thought I'd show myself around.

[missleadingquestions]

Yeah, I figured. Never seen anyone with a cape like that around here before.

[She shrugs, walking toward the edge to look, too.]

Maya Fey. You?

[acrobatrick]

Really? [Hm; he must've been the first costumed crimefighter to show up. Or at least the only one that was active-- or maybe they were just less common. It did seem like a big city, and Robin almost felt too high-tech to actually be here.] It's pretty common where I'm from.

[As Maya stepped closer to the edge, Robin stepped to the side and jumped up, doing a small flip in the air before he landed on the ground next to her. Show-off.]

Call me Robin. {He grinned and held a hand out to her as he straightened up.] Nice to meet you, miss.

1/2

[missleadingquestions]

--Whoa!!

[missleadingquestions]

[HELL YEAH SHE'S GONNA SHAKE YOUR HAND.]

That was so cool!!

Where'd you learn to do that?

[acrobatrick]

[Oh yes. He missed that kind of reaction. Please, feel free to feed his ego.]

Thanks. It's all part of my training. [Well he couldn't very well say 'I've been able to walk a tightrope since I could walk because I was raised in a travelling circus' unless he wanted a quick ticket to losing his secret identity.] All in a night's work tracking down bad guys and foiling supervillains.

[missleadingquestions]

--You're a super hero?!

[Did you want an excited reaction, Dick? You got one.]

F-for real?!

[acrobatrick]

[The mature-- and correct-- thing to do would be to clarify for her: no he was not really a "superhero," as he lacked any superpowers like Superman or the Flash, and he and his partner were more detectives and costumed crimefighters than heroes like the big blue boyscout.]

That's right! You didn't think the cape's just for fun, did you?

[He did not do the mature thing. He was still 13 after all.]

yessssssssssss

[waywardbird]

[ When Jason saw a flash of cape in the corner of his eye, he thought he might be going crazy. Or more crazy, anyway. For a half a moment he thought maybe he could ignore it. Not follow it, not see where it takes him, who it takes him to- but there's a reason it was half a moment because he's never been able to lie to himself about this kind of thing. One minute he's smoking and the next that cigarette is left abandoned and he's a good 100 feet away, chasing after shadows.

The kid was good, Jason could give him that. Young though. Way young. Same age Jay was when he started the fucked up path of being a vigilante. It wasn't hard to stay out of the kids sight though. With age came experience and Jason had his own in spades. Listening from the shadows, quirks an eyebrow. Chatty kid. Reminded him of another chatty bastard he knew.

Jason steps into the light with a seemingly relaxed posture. Seemingly, anyway. He still had all those knives up his sleeves. ]

I hear it's making a real comeback, actually.

i'm so embarrassed by how easy it was to talk me into this don't look at me

[acrobatrick]

[Robin was on edge in an instant; in one motion he'd stood up and whirled around to face the source of the voice, sliding the binoculars back into his belt underneath his cape. The tone of voice, the way the man carried himself-- it certainly didn't scream nice guy.]

Really? [His voice took an inquisitive and slightly sarcastic upswing, though it was clear he was on guard. He didn't reach for anything else, but his hands remained low, ready to pull out a new trick at the drop of a hat.] Seems a little old-fashioned to me. I would've gone with something more baroque or gothic myself if we're going for the classics.

whispers 'one of us'

[waywardbird]

[ Jason couldn't really bring himself to reply. Eyes wide, mouth slightly open, he stared at the little emblem sitting over the boy's heart. This was not okay. This was not okay.

He didn't recognize this kid, though. It wasn't the Replacement, too young for that; there was time bullshit going on here. Someone after the Replacement? Certainly not before because Jason sure as hell didn't remember ever getting pants. ]

--holy shit.

[ Not okay. ]

screams into a pillow

[acrobatrick]

[Oh. That reaction was unexpected.]

Uh... [You'd have to be an idiot (or Wally) to not pick up on that expression, and Robin even thinks to look for the source of the sudden change. He shifted his gaze, side to side, looking around the immediate vicinity and even glancing behind himself for a second for anything he's missed. Nothing that wasn't there before-- so, was it him?

He looked at the man again, with a quirk of his...mask.] That's not really much of a comeback, you know. Don't you have something better?

u know u want it ovo

[waywardbird]

[ Jason felt a small white hot streak of anger whip through him. Fucking Robin sass. He almost laughed. Jason let his knife fall from its sheath in his sleeve, slipping easily into his hand. ]

Sorry, I'm rusty. Will you forgive me, Robin? [ He raises the knife, falling into a fighting pose. His eyes narrow and he smiles a little. ] I wouldn't.

how could i not want horrible batbrothers

[acrobatrick]

[Wait. So this guy knew him?

Robin followed the man's lead almost instantly, being his knees and sinking his feet onto the edge as his eyes narrowed behind the mask. The blatantly antagonistic attitude wasn't what bothered him (though clearly this guy was looking for a fight); it bothered him that he had no idea who this guy was. He knew Robin, but Robin had definitely never seen this guy before, and he hadn't shown up anywhere in any of Batman's records. It wasn't like his mentor to omit a rogue who clearly had a grudge.]

Come on, I'm not that mean! [He fell to one knee and quickly whipped out two batarangs from the side of his belt, flinging them forward at the rogue.]

Was it something I said? [It was fine. If he wanted a fight, he'd get a fight.]

this is a great question like who would not want this

[waywardbird]

[ Jason rushed forward, rolling under the batarangs before tossing his own knives, more falling into his hands easily. ]

I was! Banter's the only thing you've got when the big man won't say a word.

[ Don't let him get too close, Dick. Jason's something of an in-fighter. ]

dan didio?

[acrobatrick]

[Where Jason went down, Robin went up, as the boy sprang into the air and over the path of the knives, landing on the ground a few feet away.]

So-- a friend of Batman's, huh? [He wasn't dumb-- this guy was way bigger than he was, so going in for close combat would be suicide judging by how many knives he seemed to be playing with. Dick had to be smarter than that, which in this case meant sneakier; and more specifically, lobbing a small grenade into the air, which released a bright flash of light after a few seconds of delay as he ducked off to the side.]

Sorry, he doesn't keep me updated on his address book.

[niqhtwinq]

[ Well, the getup is sure familiar. He clears his throat. ]

Some people say the same thing about capes.

[ The white lenses of his mask narrow as he looks the boy up and down. ]

[acrobatrick]

[He starts for a minute when he hears someone behind him, and in a hot second he's turned around on his perch, sliding the binocular back into his belt.]

Whoah--! [Oh. So he's not the only one in super pajamas around at the moment.]

Come on, the cape look's a classic!

[Though he had to admit this guy's costume looked pretty cool without one.]

[niqhtwinq]

[ Kid has a few things to learn if he allows people to sneak up on him.

At first, the boy reminds him vaguely of Tim with the color scheme. And then he sees the familiar R emblazoned on his chest. Something hitches in his own chest. He doesn't recognize this kid, so why would he be wearing that?

Dick has had an impostor or two in his time. Perhaps this is another. Either way, he plans to find out. If the kid startled that easy, maybe some small talk would let a few things roll off his tongue as well. Plus, he's good at small talk. It's what he does... ]

It'll weigh you down and get in the way if you're not too careful. I ditched mine years ago.

[acrobatrick]

You used to wear one?

[Hm. This guy didn't strike him as the type. But maybe it was the costume.]

I guess, but it's got its uses too. Pretty good for missions during the winter.

[Also for some added stealth and protection in a pinch, but he couldn't just share everything with a stranger!]

[niqhtwinq]

I've got temp control.

[ He smirks, eyeballing the utility belt on the kid. How many useful gadgets could an impostor have?]

And usually a little bro with a thermos, for those particularly cold and long nights.

[acrobatrick]

[The belt certainly looked extensively stocked, and Robin's hand had moved to resting comfortably on one of the pouches.]

All I get is a pair of binoculars and some extra insulation. Maybe I should ditch the cape.

[niqhtwinq]

Whatever suits your fancy.

[ Dick changes gear and sets a hand on his hip. Time to play~ ]

So how have you and Batman been getting along?