#nrth-wind

MAYBE NOT. But John wasn’t willing to admit it. Jill was the love of his life; always had been and always will be. There were PARTS of John that she didn’t understand, but there were also parts that she understood better than anyone else. Amanda, on the other hand, was STILL LEARNING.

Accepting || 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀 @nrth-wind (Lonnie) [ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

"What can I say?" Thad shrugs nonchalantly as he watches Lonnie as they turn over his hand and run their thumb over one of the many scars on his hands, "It's all a part of the job." A part of him didn't want the other to worry, though he wasn't sure if they actually cared what he was doing or if they were just curious about what happened to him.

This scar was just one of plenty more across his body, he had been going hard the last few weeks, working himself to the bone and taking any job that came his way just in an effort to distract himself. And well? These new and old wounds across his hands, and the unseen one hidden beneath his clothes were the outcome of those jobs. Well, that and cash. He didn't work for free after all.

And you could tell as his hands were a mess of bandages and naturally stitched up skin, and scars that crisscrossed and ripped across his skin and would disappear in a matter of weeks.

So. If these gifts supremely suck, you can come tell me off. But I thought you might like a touch of sentimentality (the stuffed animal), and something with a bit more functionality (the weapon), to balance it out.

The bo might be a pound or two heavier than your normal ones, so if there's anything you need taken out of it, please feel free to ask. Otherwise, I've added a taser, a flashlight (with black light and strobe options as well), a small storage compartment, a smoke flare, and an emergency self-destruct protocol, which will activate a minor detonation after ten seconds post-activation. The metal is dense, so it should end fights faster.

Also, if you ever feel the need to, perhaps, call in a certain Moneyspider, tap SOS in morse with the covered button in the storage compartment. It'll send your coordinates at the time of entering the code directly to any and all of my devices that are presently powered on. Not that you have to use that, but, y'know. If you're ever caught in someone else's web, you've allies who will help get you out.

Try not to get caught by an EMP, though, or it'll need total re-activation.

Happy Birthday. -A.

birthday ask || @nrth-wind

Tim was a bit paranoid, it kind of came with the job. Before opening the package, he had to make sure it didn't contain a bomb, toxins or anything similar. Then he carefully opened it and felt himself stare at the content in surprise. Picking up the card to find out who it might be from, he quickly got even more surprised. Of all the people he had considered might celebrate his birthday, Lonnie had not been one of them.

Having read the card more than once, he then picked up Crocky. He'd seen that show as a kid, and chased a robber dressed in one. Tim chuckled. Gently tucking it under his arm, he then picked up the staff. Lonnie was right, it was heavier, but it also contained more features than his main staff did. He couldn't wait to try it out during training session.

Usually, when Sturm found a project to occupy his time, he was completely engrossed in the fiddly bits and intricacies his devices had to offer him. But also usually, the Gumm-Gumm lacked eyes watching his back without his knowledge.

Head lifting at the soft prickle of a being entering the near vicinity, crimson shifts as Sturm's head turns towards the direction his electroreception pointed him. There. Among the trees. A horned, pale entity, slight enough to seem unthreatening at a glance... But with a exploratory prod of static magic returned to him information of power.

At any rate, Rose has brought a cake and a card, which was, of course, signed by Jane, too-- it needed her approval first and foremost-- and is now standing in front of Ruby with a goofy grin on his face.

"Happy late birthday, ma'am! Hope it's a good one."

ruby's birthday was yesterday ;

RUBY IS NOT THE TYPE OF PERSON to willfully forgo a party in her honor, much less one where people lavished gifts upon her. However, she was also far too much herself to grin and let Rose know exactly how much she appreciated the gesture. Instead, Ruby lifted a brow, making a show of examining the cake, in all its homemade imperfections.

Tim tried not to stare at Artemis with visible incredulity. Struggling to keep his voice even, he said, "...And you thought I'd know how to fix it? Not... Nightwing?"

“because last time i checked, he was busy out of town.” artemis answered, rather dryly. she was irritated by the whole situation and hoped that if dick couldn’t help, then maybe his younger brother could. he was well known for being an excellent detective and problem-solver.