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@misstisalir
✬ Literate ✬ Semi-Selective ✬ Multi-Muse ✬ Multi-Fandom ✬ A long-time RP'er looking to come back to Tumblr after a VERY long time away! I'm still learning the new layouts, so be patient with me!
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OOC;;
Sorry I've been quiet <3 It's been a brain week. Feel free to send asks for any of my OC muses the rest of the week ^-^
OOC;;
I have never felt dumber than when installing this new GPU in my PC...I swear...I am tech stupid.
People will try to convince you Jason Todd is the impulsive doesn't think before he acts type of guy and its funny bc Jason is almost comedic in how fucking long it actually takes this boy to plan out anything
POV: you lost the coin toss and now have to tell Jason the criminal he'd been planning on arresting for the last three months was already arrested last night by Batgirl
Say what you will about his crimes and ethics, but the man takes the premeditated part of first degree murder VERY SERIOUSLY
@cxpedcrusxder |From here
The stubbornness written on the old man's face make the teen tense. Bruce may have taken him in, given him a home, but that didn't mean the boy would cow to another person's attitude. Even if said person was his elder. "Bruce, important or not, you're gonna start bleeding all over the place, and I don't wanna be made to help clean it up because you're being dumb." Dark blue eyes narrow on Bruce's face, and he does something potentially hazardous to his own health.
He reaches out and takes the pen away from his benefactor. One thing that he thinks Bruce underestimated about him was that he was not Dick. He'd grown up in a horrible home, on the streets. He wasn't gonna be pushed around by Batman just because he was grumpy, "Now. Not later."
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Tired / Exhausted / Feeling Very Weak - Starters
For worried onlookers
“You don’t look so hot…”
“Are you okay?”
“You need rest.”
“You can’t train, not in that state.”
“Business is over until further notice, your health is more important.”
“Go rest, this isn’t up for debate.”
*my character catches yours mid-stumble* “Whoa, you alright there?”
“You look like a zombie. When was the last time you had proper sleep?”
“You’re shaking. This is really affecting you, at least take a nap.”
“I’m picking you up and taking you to bed, too bad.”
“A small break won’t be good enough, you need actual rest.”
“You shouldn’t of over-exerted yourself.”
“I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”
“You could hardly stand!”
“Don’t think I won’t make you go to bed. Try me.”
“Looks like I caught you at a bad time.”
“You’re so stubborn, quit squirming I’m trying to help!”
“Your hands are shaking. You need to stop.”
“You don’t get enough sleep, do you?”
“You’re practically nodding off.”
“Hey, you just passed out. Are you okay?”
“We can nap together, ok? We’ll be nap buddies.”
“I’m crawling under the covers with you, alright? Just rest.”
“You burned your energy out in the snow, you’re shivering badly.”
“This hot weather is affecting you more than you think, you look like you’re gonna pass out.”
For the affected
“I’ll be alright, I just need a small break.”
“You’re overthinking things, I’m fine.”
“You’re too worried, I’m totally okay.”
“Don’t touch me, I don’t need your help.”
“I said I’m fine, let it be.”
“I didn’t think it’d be this cold, my body hurts all over…”
“I might have been in the sun for too long…”
“I’ll get shut-eye when I finish this paper.”
“I’ll rest when I finally get results.”
“I don’t need rest, I could keep training with no problem.”
“I can’t sleep, I’m too anxious.”
“I don’t like when it’s still and quiet, and I’m alone with my own thoughts.”
*you catch my character mid-stumble* “I-I’m alright, I just need to sit a moment…”
“Could you… sleep with me?”
“I could hardly move… maybe I did push myself too hard…”
“Yeah yeah, I’ll sleep in a bit…”
“I’m okay, really…”
“I’m not a kid, I don’t need you hovering over me.”
“Maybe I’m a little tired…”
“You’re the last person I’d want to see me like this.”
“You’re right, I’ll finish what I’m doing later.”
“Okay. I’ll go to bed, thanks for the concern.”
“You want me to rest so bad, why don’t you make me?”
OOC;;
Slowing down for a while, wanna take some time to play BG3
Q raised an eyebrow curiously as the way of describing it but he shrugged, always rather curious of how people talked when he was used to a very specific subset of humans. "It's good to intake sugar for brain function." He noted. He'd read it once and kept the thought around to throw at people who commented on his pastries for breakfast routine.
"You transform and it's not you anymore?" Q asked, wanting some clarification since he hadn't come across someone like Michelle before. "Yes, I can't say violence is within my ' wheelhouse' either." He offered a small, reassuring smile. "Sorry, I suppose I shouldn't really be asking. That isn't within your data? So I presume it's not supposed to be common knowledge?"
"Yeah...It's...complicated. But essentially...It's two minds, one head sorta...deal." Oh- right. The fact that her dossier didn't INCLUDE the whole wolfing out, split brain thing. Damn it, boss was gonna kill her, "Um...No, not really. I got kinda frazzled..." There was guilt and idle amusement on her face, "Please don't tell anyone I told you. I'd appreciate it a lot." To think she'd just blurted out that whole thing to someone. To be fair, the men following her had been a new sensation, and she'd not been wholly in her own mind...
He couldn't quite suppress the growing smile at the idea of something new to experiment with. Not that she would likely need help on the languages - more the data - plus half of the languages Q 'knew' were actually Marcus translating them in real-time so it would probably be best to keep his nose out of the decoding. Even if it did sound very fun.
"Good. That would be handy." He agreed as he led her past security with a quick smile and into a lift. "I presume there will be red bull in the fridge... I don't think it but someone stocks the kitchen up." They did it on a rota so it would just depend on who had done it last. "Probably biscuits too..."
She undid her tight ponytail, running fingers through now-loose waves as her feet kept her moving. Now they were inside, Michelle could breathe again, "...Redbull and Biscuits sounds like a sinful combination. Let's do it." Why not? Leaning against the wall of the lift, she took another deep breath, and finally, FINALLY, all traces of that other mind against her own were gone. Thank god. "You really saved my ass out there Q. It's not fun when that other part of me, my mutation, switches out in public. I've been told she's just reacting like a cornered wild animal, but violence is VERY much not my scene." Michelle preferred her life behind the screen. It was safe behind a screen. Less likely she'd slaughter someone there.
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Tim bit his tongue hard to the point he tasted blood. He's not starting an argument. He's not going down that path here. He's not going to bring back the age old tradition of the side kick fighting with the boss; it wasn't fun when Dick and Bruce were fighting and it probably wasn't fun for Jason either. Jason is just upset. He knows this, he knows this. Jason isn't the nicest person when he's upset. His free hand is a fist at his side before he forces himself to unclench and instead start quietly tapping his fingers against his leg.
When the pudding was held out, he reluctantly let go of Dick's hand to hold it. No need to let Jason see how that comment had stung him too. He wanted to keep up with his stim for a little while but didn't want anyone to see it. "Yeah." He tacked on. "We got you back as fast as we could the moment we found you. A little rest, a little time, you'll be back on your feet doing some light stuff."
Bruce. Dick's eyes flinched closed at Jason's reminder. That was right…Bruce was gone. He wasn't going to suddenly walk through the door, settle down at Dick's side, give him a speech that was equal parts lecture and relief…that wasn't going to happen, no matter how much Dick wished it would.
His hand tightened on Tim's as he fought down a quiet sob. Not yet, not with everyone here. He could go to pieces later, when it was just Babs, or Tim, or Alfred, but not with all of them in the room. Trying to distract himself he took another drink, focusing on the chill of the water against his tongue. It wasn't much, but it helped, especially with Tim's hand pulling out of his.
Dick pressed his hand against the bed to keep from grabbing the sheet, trying to control his breathing. Not just to keep up appearances for his family; his chest ached, he didn't want to upset it any more than it was already, and ragged breathing was not going to help that. "…Yeah," he agreed, managing a faint, if forced, smile. "'m just lucky they weren't trying to kill me." Dick couldn't help glancing over at Jason as he spoke, just for a second. "…They were trying to break me."
Dark blue met Dick's gaze, burning with rage and something that made little sense in Jason's eyes. As Dick finished the statement, he'd hear a loud growl, and Jay shoved the mask back on before storming out. There was a loud sound of something breaking and Barbara just sighed. Dick was right to say what he had. Jay had been out of line.
Wheeling around to Tim, her arms wrapped around him gently, "Don' worry, Dick. Jay's...Alfred will help me get him back in line. We were all just so scared. It was touch and go for a bit there..."
Tim at least was able to resist the urge to sulk in Jason's general direction and instead moved to Dick's other side so he could take that hand instead. Screw you, he's having this physical contact. And Dick didn't even have to move.
"Scared us half to death." Tim murmured, thumb already going over Dick's knuckles. "Least you're aware now. You need anything? Food? More water? A bath? Wait... Alfred, are we allowed to move him yet?"
He spied Barbara in his periphery and turned to smile at her- oh. Oooohhh he did not like how her eyes seemed to stare right into his soul. Was that a funeral march he could hear in the back of his head? Suddenly his stomach felt like lead as he had the distinct impression that she wasn't happy and the second they were away from Dick, they were going to hear about it. Tim gulped. Maaaaaybe he should just... stay here? Where Babs wouldn't want to disturb Dick?
...no. No that would make it worse.
Belfry. Home. Oh god, he was home. Dick closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath as he felt Tim take his hand. His fingers curled around his brother's; not as tightly as he might have liked but he barely had the energy to do that much right now. The sheer flood of relief seemed to take most of what he had with it as it faded.
Babs' voice got another faint smile out of him, though, his head turning enough to see her. "Hey…" he said softly, trying to ignore the pressure rising in his head. He was home, he was safe, they'd found him, gotten him out, just like he'd known they would…but they'd been worried. Badly. That much was evident by the shadows under Barbara's eyes, Tim's inability to fully stay still, Jason being more distant than usual. They didn't need to see him go to pieces now. They needed him to be alright.
Well. They needed him to at least stay calm; no one in this room was anywhere close to alright, and they all knew it.
"…water'd be nice." He'd finished whatever had been in the cup Jason held already but his mouth still felt dry. "Not sure I could eat yet…" Especially with one arm very clearly out of commission; he couldn't even move it thanks to how it had been bound over his chest.
"Way too calm for someone who barely got away from following Bruce." Jay's tone was caustic as he moved away from the touchy-feely moment to get Dick some more water, ice, and a thing of pudding Alfred had left, just in case, "But we can feed you soft food, so....Y'know. Treat you like a baby bird or some shit." Taking his mask off, Jay handed the pudding to Tim, the water to Babs, and sat on the adjacent bed to watch. Barbara, on the other hand, happily took up water duty, wheeling to his side, "You're gonna be fine. Alfred got you hooked up quick, and your vitals are way better today..." Trying to brush over Jason's REALLY unnecessary quip.
[ CAR ] : for your muse to jump in my muse’s car and tell them to drive [Greyson and Sarah owo]
They were following her. Sarah could almost feel the eyes on her as she shot through the streets like a bat out of hell. Something was after her, likely the men that had brought her to this place, all chrome and cars, it wasn't HOME. That she was sure of. Shooting to the nearest car, she was blind to its owner as she jumped inside, wild blue eyes looking at him in desperation, "Drive."
Some things were just reflex. They never got trained out of you, because it was never really obvious that they'd been trained in. Greyson had just been sitting at the stoplight, mind drifting along with whatever song was on the radio, when someone jerked open his passenger door, threw themselves inside, and snapped a single desperate word.
Drive.
So he drove, only aware once he was halfway through the intersection that the light was still red, there was still oncoming traffic, and he'd just narrowly avoided at least two collisions. "What the fu-" He looked over at the woman now occupying his passenger seat, about to demand an explanation, when something in his rear view mirror caught his eye. Men, running through the intersection behind them. No tactical gear, but Greyson knew the movements. They were trained, and they were armed, and they were clearly after this woman for some reason. Explanations could wait.
"…Buckle in," he said quietly, turning his attention to the road and letting his training take over. Get away from civilian structures, minimize potential casualties, scan surroundings, make sure any tail is gone and find somewhere quiet and unassuming to park. Only then did he look back at her, hands still tight on the steering wheel. "…You wanna tell me what's goin' on here?"
She grabbed the strap across her shoulder and slid it in to the spot it seemed to go, and once secure, seemed to almost deflate. Shaking like a leaf, Grayson would be able to make out matted red hair, a flush face, gaunt and drawn. Those blue eyes were wild, as though feral as she settled back in to her seat, and glanced at him at the question. That was...fair. He wanted to know what was going on. Why a woman in torn, 1920's clothing had all but thrown herself in to his vehicle, "I'll try."
The Irish accent was thick, the rosary in one hand somehow ancient but not too worn. She held it like a lifeline, "...I barely understand it myself. Those men wanted me in their hands...I don' know who they are or what's going on any more. I just knew I had t' get away. Try to find what family I might have..." The woman paused, looking around in confusion. "What year is it?"
" another nightmare? " [lucifer @ gabriel]
They came more frequently these days, unwelcome visitors to his mind as he tried to align the knowledge of who he was with who he had been. How were you SUPPOSED to handle finding out you'd been THE Archangel Gabriel? That that soul rested in your own body, and you didn't remember ANYTHING about it, "Yeah...I'm sorry, did I wake you? I really didn't mean to..."
[ sling ] or [ surprise] from Roy to Jaybird?
The feeling of an arm around his shoulder has an unpleasant shudder sliding down his spine, like ice water has been poured down his back. It takes everything Jason has not to swing, or worse, in response to the sensation. Who the fuck is dumb enough to do this? EVERYONE should know that Jason Todd doesn't LIKE being touched, especially by other men. All the same, as dark blue eyes slide over, he slowly comes unwound.
"Roy, you're a dumbass..." His tone is terse, "I almost clocked you."
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" Why are you laughing? This is a very serious situation."
( @thedickgraysonrp Babs)
The look in her eyes spoke volumes, the grin on her lips huge as her hand clapped over her mouth, "Is it though, Grayson?" It was hardly as serious as he was making it out to be...
[ CAR ] : for your muse to jump in my muse’s car and tell them to drive [Greyson and Sarah owo]
They were following her. Sarah could almost feel the eyes on her as she shot through the streets like a bat out of hell. Something was after her, likely the men that had brought her to this place, all chrome and cars, it wasn't HOME. That she was sure of. Shooting to the nearest car, she was blind to its owner as she jumped inside, wild blue eyes looking at him in desperation, "Drive."
