( open ) hunger games, bats ver
Who: jason todd
reneger, island kidnapees, and pals
What: survival: the hunger games and other misc january plots
When: early to mid january
Where: an island, central city,
Content Warnings: comic book violence, probably more things eventually.
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What: survival: the hunger games and other misc january plots
When: early to mid january
Where: an island, central city,
Content Warnings: comic book violence, probably more things eventually.
OPEN; arrival
( luckily, he was pulled in while geared up; his face isn't visible, even if the white streak in his hair that's extremely telling is. the drone opens its mouth again after jason's up on his feet, and he pulls a gun out of its holster. shoots it twice without hesitation, before noting that it has no effect. his head tilts, watching it for a moment before he raises a hand to flip the drone itself off - and heads off in the opposite direction of it. whatever that fucker is doing, it's not helpful, and jason doesn't like being talked at, thank you.
there's a nice little foresty area just off of where he'd landed, which he's going to duck his way into to get the hell away from that thing. )
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AAAAAAAAAND ANOTHER COMPETITOR ENTERS THE ISLAND! WILL ACADEMY CITY'S #1 LEVEL 5, ACCELERATOR, WHO HOLDS THE TITLE OF THE STRONGEST! WILL HE DOMINATE THE OTHER COMPETITORS OR WILL HE BE BROUGHT DOWN BY YET ANOTHER HERO WITH THE TITLE OF 'THE WEAKEST'?? ONLY TIME WILL TELL!
[Did that thing just call him by his title? His proper title? Did that thing just mention that Level 0?
For a split second he wonders if he's home, but Academy City, for all of its technology, doesn't have anything like a tropical island. And the last place he remembers being is Central City, so....
So there's a good chance this thing is declaring who he is to a whole lot of people when he's specifically been trying to fly under the radar. Needless to say, he isn't happy.
He climbs to his feet as the drone circles around him excitedly. His hand on his choker, and a few seconds later all Jason is getting for warning is a roar as several uprooted trees come crashing his way.]
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well, he knows how to manage in the middle of nowhere, but he's a city kid at heart. he looks for buildings for a split second before realizing how stupid that is, and aims his grapple gun up towards the tallest tree that isn't currently falling in on itself. shoots it off, waits until the hook's wrapped around a branch, and jumps before it even stops moving. it's fine, he knows what he's doing, even if what he's doing is hitting a branch at mach speed from a distance where he probably should have been a little more careful.
from the branch, he's unhooking the grapple and yelling, )
Ace!
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Said drone is still buzzing around him, the trees having bounced off of it harmlessly. The technology, Accelerator realizes, is reminiscent of the Windowless Building back home. That thing had survived him flinging a wall at it after borrowing the energy of about five minutes of the Earth's rotation. This seems no different, just on a much smaller scale.
He's no less pissed off and he's about to dig his fingers into the bark of another tree when he hears a familiar voice and, pausing, glances over in Jason's direction. Seeing someone he knows actually helps calm his temper, just a bit.]
Oi! [His hand twitches as he resists grabbing onto the next tree and throwing it.] What the fuck is going on?!
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( one he jumped into, actually, but only so he wouldn't be crushed by another one. his legs are still dangling down, but since accelerator isn't grabbing onto yet another tree to throw it, jason figures he's safe to swing his legs and jump back down onto his feet.
luckily, his gear comes with gloves. no one wants tree splinters, and while his calluses are fairly well developed, they weren't built to account for swinging from trees like tarzan. )
Leave it. 's only there to antagonize you. ( the drone, he means. ) It'll leave when you start boring it.
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Tche.
[He isn't happy about it and the drone gets a sharp glare before he turns his attention back to Jason.]
What the hell is this? We're not in Central anymore, right?
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No, we're not.
( and he's--dusting off his shirt, clearing off the tree bits he'd gathered. )
We've been pulled into some asshat's game.
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OPEN; campfire brooding
but he's managed to put together a small camp in a secluded-ish area that jason isn't expecting to last for any amount of time given how unpredictable this hellhole is, but it works alright for now, which is all he gives a shit about. he's got a knife in hand, idly chipping away at a stick he found just to keep himself occupied. there's no mask covering most his face, just the domino and the irritated scowl he's sporting as eyes focus down on his work. mutters, )
I'm gonna gouge out their goddamn eyes once I get to 'em. Bet that'll be plenty entertaining.
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Isn't it harder to properly entertain someone who can't fully experience the drama?
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( but he is going to take up his nice, sharp new stick and stab it straight through the rabbit. so he can shove the other end of the stick into the dirt and leave the rabbit to cook over the flame. )
You know what I meant.
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[They consider the situation.]
I am pretty sure there are some tough predators out there. You bring the big guns?
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( a loose lift of his shoulders, before he's looking over to the rabbit, then back to sleeper. picks up the stick, and offers it head-first over. )
Think your chompers can rip off the head? Figure roasted rabbit face isn't shit the kids want to see.
( he says chompers like he's talking to bruce's dog. because cats are cute. even if sleeper isn't technically a cat, they're cat-ly enough. )
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Mind if I enjoy it, or will that offend your delicate human sensibilities?
[They say the last as if they almost expect Jason to have any left. But, well, it's only polite to not make your allies feel sick.]
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( he would have been fine with sleeper just chomping it straight off if they'd wanted to. it's not as if anyone else is close enough to see it. )
Enjoy it to your heart's content.
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For the sake of his tenuous hold on secret identities, he's Some Kid Jason has been kind enough to help out. Definitely not a Robin. Just a wayward bird flocking to another, bigger bird for protection.]
What if they don't have eyes?
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( no need to censor himself for timbers here, he's been around junior long enough to know what to expect. jason digs his knife into the stick, leaving a sharper edge. )
Fuck up their knee caps, maybe.
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[He'd definitely want to watch? It would be entertaining if they actually are amorphous blobs, watching Jason try to find something to rip off.] I think odds are better that they're crab-ish though.
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I've got C4. I'll blow 'em up.
( challenge accepted. he'll find a way to fuck them over regardless of their shape, thank you, jason doesn't discriminate. )
If this's how I break my no killing streak, it'll be plenty worth it.
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[Why is he pursuing this line of thought? He has no idea. It's just - something to do?]
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( which he suspects tim already knows, but. he's throwing a grin his way anyway. )
I can out-stubborn my way into beating the shit out of anyone.
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[ Dylan doesn't know the gritty details of what goes on between this Jason and the one he lives with, but he's long since figured out that they're not fond of each other. Admittedly, he wants to know why, but knows better than to bring it up.
Together, the group had managed to craft a crude spit over the campfire, and Dylan's on rotisserie duty tonight while it cooks. The smell of roast Mutant Lizard Tail wafts through the air. It probably wouldn't have been very appetizing last month, but hunger is the best seasoning. ]
Got a preferred gouging weapon in mind or are you just gonna improvise when you get there?
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( but he does raise the knife he's got in hand, flips the blade around so he's got the hilt out towards dylan, blade pressing against the underside of his forearm. it's sharp enough that without the fabric separating them, it'd probably be pressing in just deep enough to draw blood. it's curved on one side, straight on the other. )
This one's a 119. 420HC steel, well-balanced. Doesn't hold a sharp edge as long as spendier blades might, but it's easy enough to sharpen. It'd work great for gouging.
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I'll have to keep that in mind if I get within gouging distance.
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jason offers a grin, before he reaches his hand out to take the knife back. )
I'd tell you to leave the gouging for the adults, but I know how well that'd go over.
OPEN ; medium-sized child swiftly going feral, tw for hunting/eating of monsters
[ Dylan doesn't go for the supplies; They're being guarded by the biggest monsters, posing the biggest challenges. No, he's long since decided the smart thing to do would be to split the difference and start chasing down the slightly smaller, more manageable monsters and just use them for food.
Bringing out the symbiote claws and teeth to tear into them, Dylan's gotta admit it's scratching an itch in his brain he didn't know he had. He'll have to unpack that later when he's not fighting for survival.
He's spent a few days alone on this island so far, partly because he hasn't run into anyone he knows and partly because he's a little ashamed of his survival strategy thus far.
Doesn't help that the announcer has been following him around narrating a sensationalized account of Dylan's ferocious "fall from humanity." He's learning to ignore it.
Of course, even the smaller monsters are sizeable. Way more than a single kid can eat in one sitting — Even a kid who's part symbiote. When a stranger happens upon the little clearing where he's chowing down on the leg of a small giant frog, he'll pause, then motion toward the rest of the fresh remains. ]
Want some?
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02. Closed to Sleeper
[ Dylan and Sleeper are up in a tree, staking out the terrain below for the approach of one of the monsters. Since he'd met up with the others, Dylan's hunting became less about his own survival and more about what he can contribute to the group.
Plus, it's nice to spend time with his sibling in such a new set of circumstances. ]
I fucking hate this island, but when we get out of here, we should go hunting more often. I like spending time with you like this.
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03. WILDCARD?