“Then give me a good reason.” It’ll take more than that to waver Takumi out of his abrupt suspicions, cautious with whoever happens to be at the end of his arrow. Being in war does wonders to one’s perceptions, and Takumi notices the stranger’s hand hovering. They aren’t to be underestimated. “I want a name, a place. No rambling. Where is this?” —– It seems that, after waking up feeling particularly groggy, Takumi had found himself in some unknown alley, backside soaked from the gutters. He has a plethora of questions at the ready.
a frown decorates the red hood now, complete with downturned brows and narrowed eyes. beneath the anonymity of his helmet he’s scanning the stranger up and down; dimension traveler, maybe? judging by the clothes & wording. wouldn’t be the first time he’s seen it. but it’s not exactly typical for them to pop out quite so confused. ( doesn’t seem drunk, either ). he rolls one shoulder, a minute movement, and seems to stand just a bit straighter. ‘ —- gotham city. not th’ kinda place you want t’ linger in. ’
“Then give me a good reason.” It’ll take more than that to waver Takumi out of his abrupt suspicions, cautious with whoever happens to be at the end of his arrow. Being in war does wonders to one’s perceptions, and Takumi notices the stranger’s hand hovering. They aren’t to be underestimated. “I want a name, a place. No rambling. Where is this?” —– It seems that, after waking up feeling particularly groggy, Takumi had found himself in some unknown alley, backside soaked from the gutters. He has a plethora of questions at the ready.
a frown decorates the red hood now, complete with downturned brows and narrowed eyes. beneath the anonymity of his helmet he’s scanning the stranger up and down; dimension traveler, maybe? judging by the clothes & wording. wouldn’t be the first time he’s seen it. but it’s not exactly typical for them to pop out quite so confused. ( doesn’t seem drunk, either ). he rolls one shoulder, a minute movement, and seems to stand just a bit straighter. ‘ —- gotham city. not th’ kinda place you want t’ linger in. ’
“Then give me a good reason.” It’ll take more than that to waver Takumi out of his abrupt suspicions, cautious with whoever happens to be at the end of his arrow. Being in war does wonders to one’s perceptions, and Takumi notices the stranger’s hand hovering. They aren’t to be underestimated. “I want a name, a place. No rambling. Where is this?” —– It seems that, after waking up feeling particularly groggy, Takumi had found himself in some unknown alley, backside soaked from the gutters. He has a plethora of questions at the ready.
a frown decorates the red hood now, complete with downturned brows and narrowed eyes. beneath the anonymity of his helmet he’s scanning the stranger up and down; dimension traveler, maybe? judging by the clothes & wording. wouldn’t be the first time he’s seen it. but it’s not exactly typical for them to pop out quite so confused. ( doesn’t seem drunk, either ). he rolls one shoulder, a minute movement, and seems to stand just a bit straighter. ‘ —- gotham city. not th’ kinda place you want t’ linger in. ’
‘You think I sleep ?‘TEMPTATION had flared when Jason uttered the comment, a far more harsh remark on the tip of his tongue before it dissolves && replaces with a bitter, humoring inquiry. Bruce had never been one to know how to relay his emotions or thoughts to others, more often than not keeping himself behind locked doors && masks after masks. There had been a period when he was more open, TRYING to allow others in. His family. Yet when he’d held that mangled corpse of his son within his grasp the tides had forever swayed. Changed to cruel lapse of time.‘I’m glad you’re alive, but it still doesn’t ERASE the truth. I wasn’t able to save you that day. You sufferedBECAUSE OF ME. ‘
‘You think I sleep ?‘TEMPTATION had flared when Jason uttered the comment, a far more harsh remark on the tip of his tongue before it dissolves && replaces with a bitter, humoring inquiry. Bruce had never been one to know how to relay his emotions or thoughts to others, more often than not keeping himself behind locked doors && masks after masks. There had been a period when he was more open, TRYING to allow others in. His family. Yet when he’d held that mangled corpse of his son within his grasp the tides had forever swayed. Changed to cruel lapse of time.‘I’m glad you’re alive, but it still doesn’t ERASE the truth. I wasn’t able to save you that day. You sufferedBECAUSE OF ME. ‘
‘You think I sleep ?‘TEMPTATION had flared when Jason uttered the comment, a far more harsh remark on the tip of his tongue before it dissolves && replaces with a bitter, humoring inquiry. Bruce had never been one to know how to relay his emotions or thoughts to others, more often than not keeping himself behind locked doors && masks after masks. There had been a period when he was more open, TRYING to allow others in. His family. Yet when he’d held that mangled corpse of his son within his grasp the tides had forever swayed. Changed to cruel lapse of time.‘I’m glad you’re alive, but it still doesn’t ERASE the truth. I wasn’t able to save you that day. You sufferedBECAUSE OF ME. ‘
“inthis towni’ve learned not to put my trust in faith.”steve shook his head at the other, grateful his shield was strappedto his back. he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d need it. “andthat gun is supposed to show me you’ve ‘got this’?”
an exhale punctuates red hood’s shrug, and he does a mental check of the weapons currently on his person. ‘ no, not really. this is gotham, everyone knows how to use a gun here. ’ ( two handguns, two clips; the familiar pressure of the kris dagger strapped to the small of his back; a couple other odds and ends, including the helpful, albeit diminished, supply of miniature flash grenades tucked in a belt pouch ). should be enough. ‘ but the difference is – i know how to really use it. ’ the words are flippantly worded, but the underlying edge shows he means it; he sure as hell didn’t get this far on luck.
“inthis towni’ve learned not to put my trust in faith.”steve shook his head at the other, grateful his shield was strappedto his back. he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d need it. “andthat gun is supposed to show me you’ve ‘got this’?”
an exhale punctuates red hood’s shrug, and he does a mental check of the weapons currently on his person. ‘ no, not really. this is gotham, everyone knows how to use a gun here. ’ ( two handguns, two clips; the familiar pressure of the kris dagger strapped to the small of his back; a couple other odds and ends, including the helpful, albeit diminished, supply of miniature flash grenades tucked in a belt pouch ). should be enough. ‘ but the difference is – i know how to really use it. ’ the words are flippantly worded, but the underlying edge shows he means it; he sure as hell didn’t get this far on luck.
