No one to answer to.

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WHO: Jason Todd and OPEN
WHERE: The rooftops in the City, specifics are up to you!
WHEN: Friday, early morning (~2-8 amish?)
WARNINGS: Potential violence, crude language.
SUMMARY: Jason arrives in the City and decides to explore.
FORMAT: Action or paragraphs, whichever you'd prefer! I'll start with action, though.


[Well, this is different. Definitely not Gotham anymore. Looks more like New York. At least, he still has a few things on him. And by a few things, that means his pistols, jacket full of "toys," knife, and helmet, which in itself is quite an arsenal. He remains still for only a matter of moments as he stares around from under his domino mask before he pulls his helmet on and sets off for the roof. Feeling the wind against the leather is far more comfortable than sitting around inside waiting for his neck to heal. Death would have been faster, honestly. Even now, with bandages wrapped tightly underneath kevlar, he can feel skin pulling and straining. Yet, he ignores that pain and lands on the lip of the nearest building.

With the extra height, he can now see that it's neither Gotham nor New York, but some strange city that makes deja vu kick him in the side of the head. Still, it's unfamiliar enough to throw him.

What the hell is this?

Propping one leg up on the stone, he glances around for something he can latch onto, something to guide the building blocks of what could be a new life in a new city.]

Comments

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Something like that. But I don't get held back by anything.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[Something flickers behind Lyra's eyes. Not holding back... sounds like something Beatrice would tell her. But Lyra never entirely agreed with her teacher.]

Oh. I'm Lyra. [He was almost certainly an imPort, so there wasn't much point in lying about her name when it was all over the network.]

[secondrate]

Lyra. Still don't think it's safe for you to be hanging around by yourself.

[ Jason has very few protective instincts but one of them is when he's around kids. They don't need to see the shit he did.]

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Really.

[Lyra rolls her eyes and sends out a wave of telekinetic force. Nothing too strong, but enough to get across the 'I'm not helpless' message and knock over several small objects.]

Are you going to try to walk me home or something?

[secondrate]

I'm just that nice of a guy.

[Shrug. He'll be the first to admit, though, that she's got a one-up on most kids around. Telekines were nothing to mess with. ]

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

If you insist. It's this way.

[And Lyra starts walking, looking over her shoulder to see if he'll follow her.]

[secondrate]

[Jason indeed follows her, not about to flake out on something like this. He's still determined to prove his worth, even if just to a little girl he really doesn't know.]

And I do insist.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[Lyra raises one eyebrow. She's not sure that showing a stranger how to get to her house is such a good idea.]

Take that mask off first. [And there's something in her tone that's more 'aristocrat' that 'street kid', although Lyra probably fits into both categories.]

[secondrate]

[Take off the mask? Well that's not a request he's that excited about following. Still, he knows his 'secret identity' isn't all that secret anymore, considering those he's already met this morning. Even if he were to introduce himself as Jason, he needs a different civillian identity. Perhaps one with glasses, because those fool people oh so well. So, he reaches behind his helmet and pulls it off, revealing the domino mask underneath it.]

See, not some creepy old guy.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[Lyra shrugs, and glances up to the rooftop, considering going that way- but not a good idea, she decides, considering she's just met this guy.]

Yeah... It's about twenty minutes this way. [Assuming they don't run into trouble, but Lyra knows she can handle that.]

[secondrate]

[Jason glances down at his communicator for show before back up at her.]

Yeah, gotta get you back before curfew. [A little sarcasm as he falls into step beside her.]

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

What, so we en't going to stop for coffee? [Lyra's tone is equally mocking. Pantalaimon just sniffs the air.]

[secondrate]

[Lyra officially has brownie points in Jason's mind and he smirks a little at that.]

Nope, Cinderella, no ball for you.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[Lyra just laughs as she turns a corner, walking a few yards away from some suspicious looking NPCs who... don't seem to notice her or Jason at all. Or hear them, for that matter.]

It's a bit after midnight, anyway.

[secondrate]

[Jason doesn't mind the lack of attention for once. As much as he loves the glamour of the Red Hood name, sometimes it's nice to just be able to mind his own business.]

Which is why I'm taking you back, not some stupid pumpkin.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Besides, I don't have godparents, as far as I know.

[secondrate]

Not even the fairy kind?

[Jason raises an eyebrow at her, his smirk widening.]

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

I doubt it. Besides, I don't like balls that much anyway.

[secondrate]

[Jason actually laughs at that.]

No ball gowns and glass slippers, then.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

There's other stuff that's more fun anyway. [Pantalaimon seems to be at ease, and Lyra is smiling.]

Has anyone shown you around yet?

[secondrate]

[Jason shrugs nonchalantly.]

Not the whole place yet. Some.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

I'll show you around sometime. There's stuff in this place that's really amazing.

[secondrate]

Amazing as in "these deals are amazing" or amazing as in actually amazing?