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Extra-terrible-nothing phone-post is up.
Can we all just pretend it was there 24 hours ago and I was never on the list of shame? Thanks.
Can we all just pretend it was there 24 hours ago and I was never on the list of shame? Thanks.
Trenton, New Jersey
13:21
Bobbi had regrets. Five big fat ones she couldn't shake off; she didn't want too. They had names, haunted her thoughts in the quiet moments, and were the reason she couldn't add her abuse of Fortune to the tally. Even after over twelve hours of guilt-tripping from Twitch. Not that she'd ever be able to explain that to him. Bobbi picked at the scab that had formed on her knuckles as Twitch finished his latest panicked tangent.
"I don't see what your problem is," She grumbled when he took a moment to breathe "He hardly seemed so bothered." It was Bangs who cut him off before he could start again.
"Really, I just want to hear how the wings worked." She was trying to keep the peace, but Bobbi wasn't in a peaceful mood. The scab came loose, she put her fist to her mouth as the blood began to flow and scowled at her laptop.
"I just want to find Fortune."
"And Delanden?" Was he accusing her? The kid had finally grown a spine, and she wanted nothing more than to tear it out.
"Have you found him in the past twenty minutes and just forgot to tell me?" That was met with the first beat of silence she'd had in nearly eighteen hours. "Then Fortune it is."
She looked at her screen more closely, flipping between security cameras, hospital logs, and a very recent police report. Nothing, and with every passing second the less likely it was there would be anything to find. Still, it wasn't like he could walk down the street in broad daylight with a gunshot wound and whatever other injuries he got from his fall. Even in Jersey. Bobbi moved her hand away from her mouth and began rapping her blunted nails on the motel desk. There were times, she thought, it would nice to tire a bit more easily.
"What about vet clinics?" The idea was too terrible to get a response. That, or Twitch was too angry to speak with her. She found she didn't care much which. The icy silence dragged on longer the second time before Bangs tried again.
"Fortune is a bad guy right? Hardly seems worth it to fly off the handle." Bobbi groaned.
"How much of that time did it take you to come up with that?"
"I have no idea what you mean. I'm always winging it." She paused for only a moment,
"Not going to chirp in Twitch?"
"You've ruffled his feathers."
"Or he's hatching a plan"
"Can't do much from his nest"
"I don't know about that, he's quite talon-ted." It was terrible enough to cause physical pain, but Bobbi caught herself grinning anyways. She took solace that Bangs would never have the satisfactiong of seeing it. Even Twitch spoke up.
"If you two are done I'm going to catch some sleep. I'll keep the computers scanning Mock, but don't hold your breath."
Bangs left the call shortly after him. There wasn't any reason for her to stick around, and she had other work to tend to. Bobbi's levity left with them, and she was alone with her regrets; always close to the surface of her toughts. The return of Fortune in her life only made it worse. She closed the laptop and stood, looking across the room to the window, the cheap curtains failing to block out the midday sun. A run would her good. She was reaching for the Mockingbird suit before deciding to. Fresh air would keep her from getting too worked up. Anxious. And if she just so happened to find herself southside again, well, a pair of eyes could look places cameras couldn't.
Honestly, the more I think about it, the more I realize I'm kinda tired of superhero movies in general.
I've spent practically every goddamn day for the past two years on the defensive about liking BvS (five years, once you include MoS), and have made zero headway. Any time I say anything nice about it, I'm met with the same insipid memes, deliberate oversimplification, and name-calling. Really stains your ability to enjoy something when you open up a giant can of worms every time you mention it.
And I'm bored to death with the Marvel movies. Yeah, this is partly resentment since every time Marvel does well, it's taken as another excuse to drag everyone's proverbial balls across my face, but I've watched every one of their movies and have never had any desire to watch any of them a second time. I find most of the characters to be basically interchangeable, I think stylistically they're samey and uninteresting, and I think they lean way too heavily on "fun" (which is mostly just Whedonesque mumble-speaking and lampshade-hanging) in place of anything of substance. At this point I only watch them to keep up with the Joneses.
So really, my only two options are to keep being hounded for liking I'm not supposed to, or going along with the crowd and pretending to like something I don't. Neither of which really feels like a winning choice.
People just gotta stop caring so damn much about comic movies.
Come join my in my denial+nostalgia box est. 2012 were there are no modern superhero movies at all; only good ol' certified good superhero cartoons. And pre-52 comics.
Phft secondaries. I'm just planning to kill of my primary to make a bigger better primary.
That you don't have an entire folder of Q memes dissapoints me greatly.
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Because I know these things
totally wasn't because it was the only Question meme I could find on short notice
That you don't have an entire folder of Q memes dissapoints me greatly.
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I still have a few posts to read, and so wasn't sure if you had made another.
Being forgettable is the kind of mediocrity I strive for.
Ha. See, Henry and I are smart. We only have one post each so as to avoid a massive spam of notifications from MB's disliking spree.
We're playing 3-D chess while you all play pick-up sticks.
High five, Henry!
When you're so forgettable you're not even included in the #onepostclub.
Oh I plan shit. Then I read other peoples posts and rethink all my life choices.
Everytime I check this thread I miss the rp-relevant conversations but arrive just in time for sexual shitposts.
Titans Tower, San Francisco
It wasn't at all how Courtney had imagined her first real mission with the titans. The wet hair was the first issue. She'd managed some sloppy form of bun during the mad-dash to her room after the warning had gone out, but that hardly stopped it from dripping down the back of her suit. Not to mention it had gotten dark and cold while the group was on the roof. It would be her luck to catch a cold while chasing down... Whatever it was that sent everyone off in a rush.
It wasn't until clasping the familiar weight of the converter belt that Courtney was able to calm down and focus. Focus which dissipated as quickly as it came when the weight was not followed by the surge of energy that was meant to accompany it.
"Nuh-uh. No way." She unbuckled, then re-buckled the belt. Nothing. Which was quite impossible considering she'd left the damn thing the charge by the window for two days straight. She looked to the window and saw a distinct lack of light. Somehow, knowing the problem didn't exactly make her feel any better. Courtney clicked the first button on her staff, which quietly hummed to life for a brief moment, then faltered, only to stop altogether.
Barry's voice came through her comm before she could come up with much of a plan. Getting to the 'control entity' didn't seem particularly feasible given her current circumstances, but she was hardly going to sulk in her room while everyone else was out kicking-ass.
--
She made it three blocks before getting swarmed. The things were everywhere, and her dear teammates, with all their still-functioning-abilities were nowhere to be found. At least she still had the staff. She managed to knock the surrying legs out from one with it, giving her a few moments to back away before it righted itself. Powered or not; it was a seriously heavy piece of metal. Another voice she didn't have the attention to place came through the comm as a second robot pounced for her leg. She slammed the staff down on-top of it and kicked it back.
"Yeah, sure, power supply. Don't supposed that comes with blueprints?" She muttered to herself as she lept sideways, avoiding a third attacker. The first was there already waiting for her; and landed a sharp metallic vice grip around her calf. It been a while since she'd bled with the belt on. Out of reflex more than thought, she drove the bottom her her staff into the ground, and straight through the little bastard. The grip immediately vanished, leaving only pain, warm blood, and mild shock. No blueprint needed I guess.
It wasn't until clasping the familiar weight of the converter belt that Courtney was able to calm down and focus. Focus which dissipated as quickly as it came when the weight was not followed by the surge of energy that was meant to accompany it.
"Nuh-uh. No way." She unbuckled, then re-buckled the belt. Nothing. Which was quite impossible considering she'd left the damn thing the charge by the window for two days straight. She looked to the window and saw a distinct lack of light. Somehow, knowing the problem didn't exactly make her feel any better. Courtney clicked the first button on her staff, which quietly hummed to life for a brief moment, then faltered, only to stop altogether.
Barry's voice came through her comm before she could come up with much of a plan. Getting to the 'control entity' didn't seem particularly feasible given her current circumstances, but she was hardly going to sulk in her room while everyone else was out kicking-ass.
--
She made it three blocks before getting swarmed. The things were everywhere, and her dear teammates, with all their still-functioning-abilities were nowhere to be found. At least she still had the staff. She managed to knock the surrying legs out from one with it, giving her a few moments to back away before it righted itself. Powered or not; it was a seriously heavy piece of metal. Another voice she didn't have the attention to place came through the comm as a second robot pounced for her leg. She slammed the staff down on-top of it and kicked it back.
"Yeah, sure, power supply. Don't supposed that comes with blueprints?" She muttered to herself as she lept sideways, avoiding a third attacker. The first was there already waiting for her; and landed a sharp metallic vice grip around her calf. It been a while since she'd bled with the belt on. Out of reflex more than thought, she drove the bottom her her staff into the ground, and straight through the little bastard. The grip immediately vanished, leaving only pain, warm blood, and mild shock. No blueprint needed I guess.
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