Open Post the Sequel

[desertions]

how to play.

1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.
3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

i think it's all on netflix. we should watch it together sometime :3

[neogotham]

"Right," Terry says, exaggerating the vowels.

It occurs to him that this Bruce doesn't know him; this Bruce is still Batman, still in his prime, still able to fight without having to do so vicariously through a seventeen-year-old. That doesn't, however, do anything to halt his tongue. Try as he might, he can't quite stop himself.

"Killed-smilled. Just another day in the cave — right, Bruce?"

it's not :( I checked. netflix has JL and JLU but no Batman Beyond ;;;;

[signalized]

Bruce.

That basically sets off the alarm bells. Terry, you do realize you're approaching someone who is highly paranoid at the best of times, right? Maybe he doesn't realize that. But when he speaks again his voice is more like a growl, angry and confused at this person who seems to know a hell of a lot about who he is.

"Just who are you, exactly?"

well boo. it used to be. guess i should get unlazy and dig out my dvds, then.

[neogotham]

On some level, Terry knew that calling him by name would rile him up. Maybe that was even the teenager's intention, but he didn't anticipate getting this intense of a reaction from a man who isn't old, bitter, and in a lot of ways, very tired. (Far more tired than the old man's willing to admit.)

But there's no time for that, as hurried footfalls and muffled voices alert him to the returning presence of the criminals they were both in pursuit of.

"Must've forgot something," Terry says, reaching around into his bag to yank out his suit's mask, at the very least. He tugs it on, hiding his face and effectively making himself look more like the armored bat in front of him. "Time to rumble. I'll explain later."

i need to buy the dvds

[signalized]

Bruce is old enough (or as Alfred puts it, too old to die young) and certainly with his share of bitterness. But not tired just yet -- not when there's still so much to fight for. Not when the world has already been robbed of one hero.

He definitely has a lot more questions for this kid but right now? There's bigger things to deal with.

"This isn't over." He huffs before turning around to face the criminals who were making a comeback. The costume the kid tugs on only brings more questions, but those questions will have to wait.