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thoughtformed2013-10-21 12:52 am
shway) wrote in thoughtformed2013-10-21 12:52 am
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who: terry & batfam!? + anyone else who patrols if they'd like!
what: terry's given up on the self-imposed ban on heroing and has suited up.
where: rooftops.
when: october 21st, around 1 to 2AM. school nights, schmool nights.
Despite the overwhelming amount of cons regarding the whole kidnap island situation, it's looking as though he can (gratefully) add "batsuit seemingly unscathed" to the scant list of pros. It's late, the witching hour fast approaching, when Terry takes to the rooftops for the first time since his arrival in New Moore. He had thought he'd enjoy the unexpected downtime from his night shift, another tally to the "pro" column, but three days in and he'd been all but climbing the walls. And there was only so much reality tv courtesy of a subscription to webmoviez he could stomach.
He keeps to the shadows, using them to plot his course as he canvasses the city until he finds a sufficiently tall enough building to take five on and run recalibrations (the GPS needs gutting and the date and time are still wrong). He crouches on the parapet and surveys the street below as he fools with batsuit's programming from the console at his temple.
A small, disapproving voice in the back of his head that's managing an impressive Bruce impression scolds him for being so audacious; it's risky sitting out in the open in unfamiliar territory. Especially with unfamiliar superheroes with unfamiliar agendas afoot. And where there's heroes there's bound to be villains, too. Not to mention there's the potential threat of running into, uh, "family". He sneers grimly to himself at the thought before shrugging off the Bruce-like voice of reason. He'd never been all that great at longterm reconnaissance, or patience in general, and what better way was there to get acquainted with a new city than to dive right in?
what: terry's given up on the self-imposed ban on heroing and has suited up.
where: rooftops.
when: october 21st, around 1 to 2AM. school nights, schmool nights.
Despite the overwhelming amount of cons regarding the whole kidnap island situation, it's looking as though he can (gratefully) add "batsuit seemingly unscathed" to the scant list of pros. It's late, the witching hour fast approaching, when Terry takes to the rooftops for the first time since his arrival in New Moore. He had thought he'd enjoy the unexpected downtime from his night shift, another tally to the "pro" column, but three days in and he'd been all but climbing the walls. And there was only so much reality tv courtesy of a subscription to webmoviez he could stomach.
He keeps to the shadows, using them to plot his course as he canvasses the city until he finds a sufficiently tall enough building to take five on and run recalibrations (the GPS needs gutting and the date and time are still wrong). He crouches on the parapet and surveys the street below as he fools with batsuit's programming from the console at his temple.
A small, disapproving voice in the back of his head that's managing an impressive Bruce impression scolds him for being so audacious; it's risky sitting out in the open in unfamiliar territory. Especially with unfamiliar superheroes with unfamiliar agendas afoot. And where there's heroes there's bound to be villains, too. Not to mention there's the potential threat of running into, uh, "family". He sneers grimly to himself at the thought before shrugging off the Bruce-like voice of reason. He'd never been all that great at longterm reconnaissance, or patience in general, and what better way was there to get acquainted with a new city than to dive right in?
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He draws out his own smartphone, calls up the Vigilance app, and taps the phones together, transferring the file. As it does, he smirks, and nods fractionally.
"...And it's what I would have done, too."
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His thumb glances off the phone's touchscreen once the application loads, briskly scrolling through the home page. It at least appears pretty simple as far as apps go.
"Anything specific you wanna give me the grand tour on?"
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"I'm afraid my schedule doesn't allow me that kind of leeway tonight. Rain check?"
If he does much more running and jumping between roofs, he's going to put his recovery back by weeks and he knows it. But he's not quite ready to admit to that much.
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"Sure."
He tucks his phone back into his utility belt as he steps back onto the parapet.
"I'm sure I'll manage."
He gives Tim a grin and a two-finger salute in parting before dropping off the side of the broadcast building. He free falls a couple stories before the batsuit's gliders unfurl with a crisp snap and catch the updraft. He banks hard, and weaves between two apartment complexes and out of sight. Be seeing you, Tim.