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OPEN + CLOSED | Oh my goodness gracious!
Who: Jason Todd/Red Hood
robintohood and open to all! And one special prompt for Cassandra Cain-Wayne
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What: Some things Jason has been doing during early June
When: Around June 1st to June 11-ish
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: PG-13 level violence might pop up in the Red Hood threads. Will edit this if more warnings are needed.
1) Jason; It was the best of times
[What does a 6-foot tall well-built 20-year-old guy do when he has a day off? Mostly go shopping.
Maybe you see him at a thrift clothing store as he's going through a rack of biker jackets. He occasionally tries one out to see if it looks any good on him. You might catch him at a used bookstore looking over a shelf of 19th century novels while a couple of books about swordsmanship are tucked under one of his arms. Perhaps you see at one of the cheaper grocery stores as he fills his cart with items with long shelf lives like canned goods and dry pasta. Or perhaps he can be found peacefully reading a battered copy of Jane Eyre on a park bench.
In any case, come try to talk to him or try to stalk him. He might notice if you do the latter though. You're also free to recognize him as one of the mechanics from Fix-It All-Tow.]
2) Red Hood; it was the worst of times
[Another night, another tour of the city's uglier side. Jason knows the city well enough now to have developed routes and routines. Maybe you can catch him on a dark rooftop as he broods or lurks at the neighborhood below him.
Or perhaps you can catch him when he's being less subtle, like when he's pistol whipping a mugger or dislocates someone's arm after the thug tried to rob a grocery store. The Red Hood is nice like that]
3) For Cassandra
[On this night, Jason's at a decrepit warehouse at the edge of the city. The windows are grimy and cracked. The few pieces of furniture that are around are in the same sorry state. There are also a couple of rusty abandoned shipping crates. Meanwhile, the building's lights aren't the brightest and they occasionally flicker but for now, they're good enough.
Jason's wielding a double-edged sword and trying out a variety of forms. His movements are awkward and slow. It's clear he's not used to moving his body like this. He's usually a brawler and parkours after all. He's determined to get it right though. He has to. Why waste this gift?
Although Jason clearly has a sword, there's no sheath on him. In fact, there's no sheath anywhere around. His handguns holstered at his hips like always though.]
4) Wildcard
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What: Some things Jason has been doing during early June
When: Around June 1st to June 11-ish
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: PG-13 level violence might pop up in the Red Hood threads. Will edit this if more warnings are needed.
1) Jason; It was the best of times
[What does a 6-foot tall well-built 20-year-old guy do when he has a day off? Mostly go shopping.
Maybe you see him at a thrift clothing store as he's going through a rack of biker jackets. He occasionally tries one out to see if it looks any good on him. You might catch him at a used bookstore looking over a shelf of 19th century novels while a couple of books about swordsmanship are tucked under one of his arms. Perhaps you see at one of the cheaper grocery stores as he fills his cart with items with long shelf lives like canned goods and dry pasta. Or perhaps he can be found peacefully reading a battered copy of Jane Eyre on a park bench.
In any case, come try to talk to him or try to stalk him. He might notice if you do the latter though. You're also free to recognize him as one of the mechanics from Fix-It All-Tow.]
2) Red Hood; it was the worst of times
[Another night, another tour of the city's uglier side. Jason knows the city well enough now to have developed routes and routines. Maybe you can catch him on a dark rooftop as he broods or lurks at the neighborhood below him.
Or perhaps you can catch him when he's being less subtle, like when he's pistol whipping a mugger or dislocates someone's arm after the thug tried to rob a grocery store. The Red Hood is nice like that]
3) For Cassandra
[On this night, Jason's at a decrepit warehouse at the edge of the city. The windows are grimy and cracked. The few pieces of furniture that are around are in the same sorry state. There are also a couple of rusty abandoned shipping crates. Meanwhile, the building's lights aren't the brightest and they occasionally flicker but for now, they're good enough.
Jason's wielding a double-edged sword and trying out a variety of forms. His movements are awkward and slow. It's clear he's not used to moving his body like this. He's usually a brawler and parkours after all. He's determined to get it right though. He has to. Why waste this gift?
Although Jason clearly has a sword, there's no sheath on him. In fact, there's no sheath anywhere around. His handguns holstered at his hips like always though.]
4) Wildcard
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Noticing the lights at a time of night when most people were home in bed, she ends up sneaking in prepared for almost anything. It's painful to watch. Not only the handling of the sword but the remembering of her training and everything that went with it.
As far as Jason is aware, one minute he's alone, the next there's a voice behind him.]
Your form sucks.
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Jason yells out in surprise and nearly drops his sword when she speaks. He grabs the hilt just before the blade could hit the concrete floor]
The hell did you come from?!
[The words were blurted out of instinct. Logically, he knows every Bat and Bird can lurk and creep up on someone. It's just been a long time since someone pulled that stunt on him]
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[Yes, she's aware that's not what he means but she thinks she's funny.]
You haven't used it long.
[Skipping right along to the reason she showed herself in the first place. Cass walks over to him.]
May I see it?
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He hands over the sword to her. The weapon's perfectly crafted and light enough for Jason to wield it with one hand. The hilt's sturdy and the blade is smooth, shiny, and sharp. The blade is also double-edged and ends on a point.]
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She watches him scurry off in terror with his broken arm, slides a cigarette out of the pack in her purse and lights it up.]
Well. [She cocks her head.] The famous Red Hood, huh.
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The one and only. You a fan?
[It's a dry tone. He's not sure what to expect next]
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Yeah, I run the official Red Hood Fanclub on Twitter. We've got matching shirts and everything.
[She takes another drag of her cigarette.]
I'm from the same world. We never met, though. [Which is a good thing for Jason. Honestly, it seemed like he had enough on his plate what with being dead.] Aren't small-time muggers a bit below your paygrade anyway?
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New city and slightly different rules. Gotta start somewhere. I appreciate the compliment though. You from Gotham?
[If she is, that could change how he approaches her. Dealing with the family he's aware of is enough trouble as it is]
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Yeah, she decided on just calling herself "Gungnir". It was simple, but it was all she can think of... and it's not like she's going to end up with any of the other three individuals back home who are capable of using it, right?
Well, especially since she's on her own here, but still. At the very least, it seems like her Gear has acclimated to Hibiki's current mental desire of needing to cover her face, so the cheap orange mask is no more... now replaced with a similar-looking orange mask, albeit actually formed with her gear this time. Good! That's convenient... and she doesn't have a clue how it happened (that stuff is usually in Elfnein's department) but she's not complaining.
In any case, she's ended up noticing the same robbery of a grocery store that Jason has, and while she doesn't recognize him as the guy from before... she does join in, handling the other members as they try to run... only to suddenly get promptly disabled by Hibiki, rocketing in from above and knocking them out cold with well-aimed punches. That being said, while it definitely looks like it hurts when Hibiki's fist drives into someone's stomach, it's generally just injuries that'll bruise and hurt in the morning... and not for very long right now as they're very quickly put into a deep slumber, courtesy of Hibiki's fist. Essentially, they aren't in pain for very long, courtesy of someone with more than enough experience in disabling people (relatively) harmlessly.
As she finishes forming what is quite literally a pile of unconscious bodies, though, she does hear the telltale screams of what one would expect when your arm gets forcibly dislocated. ]
H-Hey! Isn't that a bit far!?
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It's satisfying hearing the crack of a dislocated shoulder. Then Jason hears her protest. Great]
He's the leader of this little gang. He's lucky it's only a shoulder.
[Jason then yanks and dislocates the thug's other shoulder. The man screams and collapses near his colleagues]
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[ You can’t just make a point then completely invalidate it! Not that Hibiki even agreed with the point anyway! She has half a mind to run over right then and there. ]
You’re just making it hurt worse for no reason!
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Right. No reason. Thanks for helping by the way. Made my work easier.
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Hey! Hey! That's enough! What're you doing, man?!
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The obvious.
[The whimpering mugger drops to the ground, with his nose and lip bleeding]
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[ She's still holding onto Jason's wrist, but she glances down at the unfortunate mugger for a second, just to check on him.]
I think you could've stopped a mugging without practically breaking the guy's nose!
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I'll keep that in mind next time he or some other slimeball mugs an old lady. Should I offer him a pillow too?
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Can I help you with something?
[Jason doesn't look up from his book and sounds calm]
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Sorry for staring! I was just curious. You don't see people reading paper books much, or at least I don't.
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Until a green portal rips open ten feet above a lawn and a figure comes screaming out of it to land on her back with a low Whumph!! as the ground craters around her. Coughing, long hair tangled around her horns, Loki waves off the portal from where she's landed and it closes like an afterthought. She sits up and shakes out her hair and clothes, a little dust cloud rising off her armour, and the bag fisted in her grip is dragged between her legs where she recovers her breath. ]
Shit.
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Oh.
[Hesitantly, Jason walks over to crater]
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... Yes, hello?
[ Her arms stay wrapped around the bag in her lap. ]
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S'cuse me.
[The young man that reaches for a book near Jason has an entire stack of books in his arms. What with being displaced to another world and all, his bookcase in Mt. Wundagore is inaccessible and that means replacing his book supply.]
[The book he grabs is The Turn of the Screw, but the motion causes the other books to topple from his arms and land near Jason's feet.]
Oops. Sorry! Didn't mean to toss a whole library at you.
[He crouches down to pick it up. The other books cover a range of styles and genres. Salomé: A Tragedy in One Act, Oscar Wilde, On the Road and Mexico City Blues,</> Jack Kerouac. The Belle Jar, Silvia Plath. Flatland, Edwin Abbott Abbott. The Yellow Wall-Paper, Charlotte Perkins Gilman. We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Shirley Jackson.]
[Though they're all normal classics and popular novels, there's a slight vein of melancholy and the macabre in his choices. The self-help books especially reinforce that. When Things Fall Apart, Pema Chodron. The Body Keeps the Score, Bessel van der Kolk. The PTSD Workbook, Mary Beth Williams and Soili Poijula. The Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Sourcebook, Glenn R. Schiraldi.]
[He gathers up he self-help and mental health books first, quickly, stacking other books on top of them to hide the titles.]
[Nothing to see here! Just normal books for a normal healthy person.]
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Jason's expression remains polite and unbothered. He has no right to judge the blond stranger with the books he's picking. Whatever's going on with him is probably quite personal.]
It's fine. A library getting tossed at a bookworm sounds like a good time to me.
[Jason's civilian voice is lighter and lacks the growl he uses whenever he's the Red Hood. He also knows he's making a dumb joke, but he hopes it puts the blond man a little at ease and to show he's not judging. It hasn't escaped Jason how fast the man was trying to hide the self-help books, like he's ashamed or embarrassed.]
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You say that now but wait until I pick up some Dickens and Victor Hugo. That's a solid trip to the ER for a concussion right there. Anything where they were paid by the word has potential for at least a light maiming.
[He finally stands up, shuffling the books in his arms for easier carrying.]
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