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heyfreemagic2015-09-18 11:52 pm
jonesiseverywhere) wrote in heyfreemagic2015-09-18 11:52 pm
[OPEN] Some house apes don't domesticate well
[Casey just wanted everything to be...no big deal again.
He'd been cooped up in the apartment too long, with himself and an overflow of energy and a lot of bad thoughts. Greg had come back from the dead and everything was good. Wash had come back from his home (or...wherever) and everything was cool, right? They were basically playing on God Mode now. Yeah, it freaked his friends out at first, but it ought to make them all feel invincible now.
Why didn't it?
Why couldn't he even figure out if it made himself feel invincible?
The question had left him completely restless. He hadn't slept well the night Greg came back, and there was only one cure for it: patrol.
Well, OK, more like looking for a fight. It's just how he unwinds when he's stressed.
He'd mastered the art of climbing out the window in the middle of the night, though he hasn't absolutely nailed down yet if the people he's living with hear him every single time he does. Maybe after he does it five nights in a row...
The thick air, the sounds heightened by silence, the heavy black of the night promising action and danger and the excitement he lived for. He could spend it skating from roof to roof, hunting Nox, seeking out his fellow night owls for whatever adventure they find after all decent people have gone to bed.
He's got his padding and his mask and a head full of steam. Let's see what's goin' down...]
He'd been cooped up in the apartment too long, with himself and an overflow of energy and a lot of bad thoughts. Greg had come back from the dead and everything was good. Wash had come back from his home (or...wherever) and everything was cool, right? They were basically playing on God Mode now. Yeah, it freaked his friends out at first, but it ought to make them all feel invincible now.
Why didn't it?
Why couldn't he even figure out if it made himself feel invincible?
The question had left him completely restless. He hadn't slept well the night Greg came back, and there was only one cure for it: patrol.
Well, OK, more like looking for a fight. It's just how he unwinds when he's stressed.
He'd mastered the art of climbing out the window in the middle of the night, though he hasn't absolutely nailed down yet if the people he's living with hear him every single time he does. Maybe after he does it five nights in a row...
The thick air, the sounds heightened by silence, the heavy black of the night promising action and danger and the excitement he lived for. He could spend it skating from roof to roof, hunting Nox, seeking out his fellow night owls for whatever adventure they find after all decent people have gone to bed.
He's got his padding and his mask and a head full of steam. Let's see what's goin' down...]
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Uh, it does remind him how messy he looks right now though. Eridan smooths his hair back, accomplishing nothing. ]
i wwork better at night
seems like you do too
[ And because they're partners in crime now, Eridan gets to his feet and holds up one of the maps. ]
if you got any idea wwhere the riddler or the guy wwith the swweepy hair is you should grab a pen
im gettin wwhat i wwant if it takes forevver
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[He was sort of hoping for a scrap hops off the bar and takes the map, studying it. Seems like Eridan's being pretty thorough.
He gives Eridan an annoyed look. Use names sometimes dude.]
Dunno who the guy with the sweepy hair is, but it sure seems like a lot to go through for a gun.
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anywway evveryones sayin that but its not about the gun itself
its the principle a the thing
[ He lets his arm fall back to his side, then turns away and leans on the railing. He'd look more cool and wistful if his hair wasn't flopping over his face again. ]
havve you evver lost anythin real important to you an then had people tell you its JUST a somethin or other
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[He seems flippant, but he's actually reading the map pretty hard. Looks like there are still a couple likely places left to search. He doesn't want to get into the whole "aliens and humans" thing again but apparently that's always where it goes.
He shrugs.]
Nah, never had anything that nice.
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hes an adult an he looks like hes the captain a somethin or at least wworks in the navvy or somethin
i dunno he just has that look about him an i got a hunch or twwo
[ He shrugs and relaxes against the balcony. ]
wwell its pretty useless noww so i wwouldnt call it all that nice
but it USED to be powwerful an it USED to belong to my ancestor an then it USED to belong to me
its not about the gun see its about the theft of an important heirloom an teachin an important lesson about respectin the property of others
so are wwe gonna find him or wwhat
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[Including a lot of people that he knows. And cares about. It's Bones, Wash, or the new guy...York. He grits his teeth a little. The Riddler needs to be stopped, but he's not about to let this guy go after his friends. Let's change the subject.]
Besides, we already got hair dye, dude. Don't think they let you put streaks of purple in your hair in the navy.
[Oh, OK, sounds like the cause of a few ninja things he's heard about over the years.]
Like it's an artifact to your clan or whatever? Sure, I gotcha. Looks like you already checked the warehouses, so I'd try under the bridges.
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somethin like that i guess
either wway probably a good plan
i can covver street levvel if you wwanna stay roofwwards
dont see wwhy wwe cant do this thing tonight