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rubycity_ooc2014-06-13 10:34 pm
untilavalon) wrote in rubycity_ooc2014-06-13 10:34 pm
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Time for something fun!
Need a little pick me up? Or just feel like playing something really stupid? It's time for a meme.
The Magical Swap Meme
or the 'oops, you done fucked up' meme
courtesy of Luc*
Directions
- Post your character with the name/canon in the subject meme. In your comment, put your preferences such as, "I don't want to do prompt #1" or "for the gender swap prompt, [character] will look like [this]" or "for the age swap prompt, my character will be 5 years younger".
- Tag each other and have fun.
- Body Swap: Holy shit. You're looking at yourself like you're looking in a mirror. The only problem is, when you're looking down at your own hands... you're in someone else's body.
- Gender Swap: Well, this is new; you're now no longer in the right body, but it's still yours. Were you always a girl? You sure weren't yesterday. Of course, this is probably another one of the city's tricks; no point in getting all up in arms about it, is there?
- Age Swap: Are you starting to see a pattern here? Now you're younger-- or older-- than you were a little while ago. Who're you going to bug about your height now?
- Canon Swap: Your entire history is different now. Suddenly, you're a homestuck. Or maybe you're an elf. Or perhaps you're not even switching canons with the person you're threading with. What's the damage?
- Power Swap:...Like the one above, but with powers instead of canons.
- Moral Alignment Swap: Suddenly, you're evil as hell. Or maybe you're really good now. Or maybe your moral alignment is "eh /non-commital wiggly hand gesture". I don't make the rules here, bucko.
- Luc, you didn't include this swap I wanted to do!: Well look at you, you have a bigger imagination than I do. What are you waiting for? Swap it. Just swap it. Do it, before it's too late.
You now have four minutes to save the world.**
*If it's a bad meme, it wasn't my idea.
**You do not have four minutes to save the world. In fact, there's really no point in worrying about world saving right now.
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Has his partner been swapped out? Is that what happened? He doesn't know if that's even possible in Ruby City, but he doesn't put it past the wardens to yank a Grayson from elsewhere and replace his version with a hellion bent on killing him. ]
Look around you! This isn't Gotham.
[ Annoyed. Small Grayson, you are annoying him, with the knife and the murderousness thing. He's fed up with holding back, dropping his own knives without a care to barrel back at Dick - time to test this one's hand-to-hand skills. His gloves have arm guards, and that's more than he needs to deflect the swing of the knife, knocking the hand away even as he twists and spins out in an attempt to kick Dick's legs out from under him. ]
A threat? Remind me which one of us is trying to kill the other, here?
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[The knife deflected off the arm guard, flying out of hand and clattering to the ground with a rough 'clang,' and a small scoff from Dick that might have been something like a wince, from someone that was trained not to.
Not a problem, at the moment-- he launched himself in the air once more to avoid losing his footing (he'd still been an acrobat, after all-- trying to knock an acrobat off his feet wasn't going to be very easy when he had a much smaller center of mass now--), and backflipped back towards where the fallen knife had landed.]
Nothing personal-- it's my job. Sometimes people have to die. [He picked up the fallen weapon, while he used the other hand to fling his other knife at Damian, on a swift course straight for the neck. The kid wanted short range to avoid fatality, so he'd switch to long range instead.]
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That is it, small Grayson!
If he thinks long-range is going to give him an edge, he has another thing coming. Batgirl's batarangs weren't the only special ones, and its several of the freeze-foam variation that he flings with honed precision at Dick, already darting off in a practiced zig-zag in case the boy wants to follow up the first knife throw with a second. ]
Oh, it's personal. Do you have any idea why you're here, or did you just pop into consciousness, see me, and think yes, let's kill Damian Wayne?
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He hissed. Sloppy. Acting like this-- he'd get in trouble. A lot of trouble.]
The court has a quarry with the Batman. [He shouldn't be so chatty (he, knows that, but--), but he continues anyway, trying to scrape the foam off his shoulder before it could freeze entirely-- but more importantly, watching for Damian's next move.]
You're affiliated with him. That makes you a target.
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The court?
[ No recognition. None. He doesn't have a clue about what that is. He barks out a laugh, low and humorless, recognizing the situation fully, now: his Grayson, gone, replaced by one from a different dimension.
And he doesn't know if he'll get him back. ]
The Batman? Surprise, Grayson, you're my Batman. Your target is yourself.
And if you don't believe me, I can tell you all about Zitka. Unless you don't remember her either?
[ It's a gamble. He has no clue about this Grayson's personal history, but he knows that acrobatic style, knows where it came from. ]
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But, when he mentions Zitka--]
Shut up!!
[Anger. But it did belie recognition.
Suddenly he didn't care as much about the crap on his shoulder, wiping the residue he'd managed to glance off the blade of the knife and flinging it at Damian-- still aimed with precision, but a hell of a lot more angry about it, and the weight of his entire body behind it. Anger tended to make people a bit worse at the whole aiming thing.]
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She's your favorite. She has a habit of curling her trunk around you when she sees you, and when you were smaller--
[ Like you are now. ]
--she'd even pick you up that way.
Am I hot? Cold? This ringing any bells?
[ Oh, he's ringing bells, alright. Alarm bells. ]
Who knows, you might even have a stuffed elephant you keep in your room that you named after her.
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I said shut UP! [His own emotions were getting a bit-- intense now. Memories he didn't want to remember and shouldn't remember because that wasn't any of his business anymore.
He curled with Damian's lunge willingly, letting the attack connect so he had a better stance to swing the stolen batarang down on his aggressor with a renewed zeal for blood.]
None of that is any of your business!! It's got nothing to do with me! [Now he was making it personal.]
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(thinner than even his own, he's fighting a child)
--but it's the safest way to subdue him as he is now. ]
It is my business, and it has everything to do with you, Robin.
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You're an idiot. You're Robin. Why the heck would I ever be Robin?
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[ Good, Grayson's down. Damian's grip is like a vise on him, one boot resting warningly against his back. He can and will pop his shoulder right out of its socket if Dick tries to pull anything.
He hates every moment of it. ]
--that's what she called you. Your mother.
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He remembered that.
He grunted at the foot against his back (humiliating), and his tone of voice simply grew increasingly bitter.]
Who cares. I already told you, it's got nothing to do with me.
[Y'know. Anymore.]
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It's kind of endearing and it really shouldn't be.) Damian snorts, cuffing Dick on the back of the head with his free hand - lightly, for him. ]-Tt.- Don't be dumb, I know you're smarter than this, Grayson.
Calm down, and think for a minute.
[ Damian can wait. He can hold this position all day, if he wants. ]
You keep saying it has nothing to do with you.
So what does that even mean?
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That's not my life anymore. I moved on to more important things and left all that behind.
[On the contrary, it doesn't take that long for him to think of what to say; the recitations a bit mechanical in fact, like a kid reciting country names or multiplication tables in grade school.]
And she's dead, anyway. [He does pretty good at hiding it (it's out of necessity, really), but it's a little too obvious for his own comfort that the wound's still fresh.] But it sounds like you already know that.
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[ Too bad for Dick, Damian is startlingly perceptive. ]
I do already know. As I said, you're my partner. Or a version of you.
Things are different here. Are you willing to put the knives away for two minutes and listen?
[ Christ. He sounds like Grayson, doesn't he? ]
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[If he wasn't, y'know, kinda stuck here, he would probably punch this kid in the face. He would definitely punch him in the face. But instead, any attempts at that are just an awkward twisting motion, and he lets out a frustrated breath through his nose.]
Does it look like I have anything in my hands? Or a choice?
[Well. He still had another knife hidden in his belt. But no one needed to know about that right now.]
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[ He's an assassin, too, though. He knows there's always another knife. Smoothly, he releases Grayson from the hold, backing out of attacking distance and crossing his arms, unimpressed. Go ahead, try the punch. See how quickly he takes you down again. ]
You're in Ruby City. Do you have any recollection or understanding of what that means?
[ Find out what he's working with, here. The thought momentarily crosses his mind that he could simply disavow himself of the situation altogether. He doesn't know this Grayson, and the boy is hostile. He could wash his hands of it, like Todd, unless where he's forced to interact with him. Could ditch him and let him figure things out on his own.
He considers the option, and then discards it. No. He can't do that. Not to his partner. Grayson is stuck with Damian, whether he wants to be or not. ]
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He didn't know why this dumb kid cared so much to talk about it. All that crap about 'Robin' is such a ludicrously crafted lie, but he can't get his head around intention. It certainly made his face a bit sour.]
Some kind of... city in another dimension. [He's a little surprised at how easily he remembers(?) that. Not the city he cares about anyway.] Why?
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You're trapped here, with the rest of us. There's no going back until you're sent back.
This court you're talking about? Isn't here. You're on your own, without them.
And right now, I'm probably the only person you've got on your side, even though you tried very hard to bury a knife in my throat.
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[His fists clenched until his knuckles turned white.
When trapped in a corner, a scared animal was more likely to lash out in anger for its own protection.]
Just because they're not here doesn't mean I don't still serve them. Why should I trust you instead of them?! You already know too much about me!
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All I know is Grayson did right by me.
[ He squares his jaw, frustrated, sincere, furious. ]
So no matter what, I'm on your side. I don't give a damn who you serve. I'm not going to abandon you.
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I just tried to kill you! I'm not this other-me you keep talking about, and I'm not Robin either! I don't even know you!
[The court would have his head for failing like this, but frankly, he just wanted to leave. Damned if he did, damned if he didn't.]
J-- Just leave me alone, you weirdo--!
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[ Indignant right back, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. God, Grayson, get on his level here. ]
Yeah, you're being an asshole right now--
[ Is that what we call trying to kill someone? ]
--and no, you're not my Grayson or even Robin.
But I'm still your ally and I'm not leaving you alone in this city. So deal with it.
[ You're stuck with him, Dick. He will dog your every step until you give up out of exhaustion and surrender to the inevitability of his presence. ]
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[He didn't get it. Was it some kind of trap? Some trick? It had to be. Couldn't be that easy.
He took a step back in his own defense, but his temper was already running out of steam, and-- (and he hated this kid because he missed his mom, and he missed Zitka, but he couldn't let himself start crying over that--)]
...What do you want from me then? [Well, he wasn't screaming bloody murder anymore, but it still pretty obviously came off as a freaked out kid trying to act tough.]
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[ He holds out a hand: small, but steely in his determination. ]
And a partnership. As long as you're in this city, you'll have someone to watch your back.
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