Complete!
WHO: Nightwing/Dick/knightprodigy and Impulse/Bart/speedintraining
WHAT: Chastising and pouting and some bawwwwwing too!
WHERE: Dick and Jilly's house
WHEN: Backlogged... a lot...
Impulse: *He takes a whole ten seconds to get to the kitchen, not really having been looking forward to showing up to be yelled at. But he gets there eventually, already looking sour.*
Nightwing: *No yelling. Well, maybe a little yelling. This was DANGEROUS, and Impulse was so. so Impulsive (how did Robin handle this kid?). Dick's pacing the kitchen floor, trying to quiet the voice that was calling him a hypocrite when Bart arrives. He stops and fixes him with a stern frown.* You wanna explain to me what happened?
Impulse: Sure. *He tugs back his mask, leaving it hanging around his neck, and arranges a bored look.* He said he was hungry, and we're supposed to do good things, right? So I fed him.
Nightwing: *He wonders if asked the same question how he would have answered... he'd probably would've said a similar thing. Dick leaves his mask on, knowing full well how intimidating the whited-out expressionless eyelets could be, he folds his arms.* Look Bart, there's good and there's just plain stupid. Despite understanding your desire to be selfless, this time you definitely erred on the side of stupid. He could have killed you.
Impulse: But he didn't! *The attempted apathy breaks, and he's straight back to his normal highspeed pacing and gesturing.* I'm not stupid, I can get away from something if it's dangerous. And he might be really creepy but he didn't try to kill me or anything. So it's okay!
Nightwing: No, Bart. *He's doing his best to sound firm given that he's really not one to talk about selflessly endangering his own life.* It's not okay. *This whole thing is really not up for discussion either, so he's keeping it short and to the point.* It's not to happen again. Do I make myself clear?
Impulse: *And there's that instinctive teenage rebellion, kicking in. Wally got it, Max got it, Dick sure isn't going to escape. His arms cross again, a frown pulling itself over his face.* Just because you're not fast enough to get away from some creepy guy in a red coat doesn't mean I'm not.
Nightwing: *He sighs. Teenagers.* I mean it, Bart. You're to stay away from him. He won't starve.
Impulse: *It doesn't even matter anymore that Bart actually allowed a stranger with a knife to put a gash into his throat -- for him the matter has shifted to someone trying to give him orders that inhibit his own amusement. That's way more important.* What's he gonna do if he can't even catch me? All he can do is laugh and write weird things in the journals!
Nightwing: *Dick starts moving to do other things. The washing-up for example* If you think he'll chase after you, why go to him in the first place? Your time and energies could be better spent by making sure his kind don't pray upon the innocent.
Impulse: I don't think he would, just -- if he did! I mean. I'd be okay. *The argument's not quite going the way Bart had hoped, and he starts to lose momentum.* I was just helping...
Nightwing: I know that Bart, believe me. *There is a little bit of a fond smile now, softening that grim earlier from expression*
Impulse: *He appears to actually think about the matter for a few seconds, and comes out of it just looking more confused than before.* Chibiusa said something about making the wrong kind of friends. I didn't think there was a wrong kind of friend. Is this like that?
Nightwing: Mmm not really. But she's right in what she says, although friend is probably the wrong word to use. *Yes really, he's doing the dishes* Anton LaVey, who wrote the Satanic Bible used the term 'Emotional Vampires' in a similar sort of sense. They're described as people who call on you for their own selfish needs, draining you.
Impulse: Oh. *A blank look, the reward for a detailed and thoughtful answer.* So... sorta?
Nightwing: *...he gives an amused sort of look over his shoulder; he wouldn't expect anything less.* sorta.
Impulse: This place is weird. *A heavy sigh, and then as an afterthought he gestures to the dishes.* You know, I could do those for you. Faster, I mean.
Nightwing: *...* Good point. *He steps back form the sink, wiping his hands on a towel.* Thanks.
Impulse: Are there -- *It's not like he likes volunteering for chores, but it might be some residual guilt for trying to argue with Nightwing. That was almost like trying to agrue with Batman. Almost. And anyway, it's done about the time Dick's hands are dry.* -- a lot of people here like that?
Nightwing: Vampires? *Jan and Selene immediately come to mind, then Matsuri. There were others, of course.* More than I'm comfortable with. But the island seems to have accepted them; there's a blood pool on the outskirts of the jungle. But there are one or two who still prefer to kill.
Impulse: Vampires? No, they're okay, even if Selene can't turn into anything even though Alucard says he can, I mean, you know -- *He pauses, trying to remember the phrasing.* Emotional vampires.
Nightwing: *Dick shrugs* You'll meet people from all walks of life, Bart. It's up to you who you're friends with, hopefully you'll make the right choices. *smiles* You've got a good head on your shoulders, you'll be alright.
Impulse: Really? *Wide eyes and wider grin.* You're the only one that's ever said that! Do you really think so?
Nightwing: *fond little smile* Your heart's in the right place. Sure, we all make mistakes, even me. It's up to you if you decide to learn from them.
Impulse: *A contented smile, because praise from Nightwing is a step above praise from Robin, which is rare enough as it is. It fades into curiosity though.* Even Batman? Even Superman?
Nightwing: *laughs* Even the Justice League, but you didn't hear that from me.
Impulse: *A silent oh of amazement, but then that fades too when a somewhat more serious thought replaces it.* What do you think Superman would do here? About... you know, all the missing people.
Nightwing: Persevere. *and take it all the more personally because he's 'Superman', he should be able to save these people.* It might help if you don't think of them as missing. There's a high chance that these disappearances aren't disappearances at all. The people here, we don't belong here; it's possible they were sent home.
Impulse: *He sighs, makes his way over to slump down onto the kitchen table.* Yeah, I guess.
Nightwing: ...At least they're not stuck here any more. Try and let that comfort you, you don't want the alternative.
Impulse: *He nods, but big yellow puppy-eyes look not at all convinced when they turn onto Dick.* It just seems like... we should be able to help. Like we did back home.
Nightwing: *okayokay, that gets Bart a sympathetic look and a shoulder squeeze* I know, it's frustrating, but we still do what we can.
Impulse: *Even if it's not enough. He leans his chin on his folded arms.* I don't like not being able to help people. *Another rare instance of thought* ...But I guess you don't either, huh? No one here does.
Nightwing: There are other ways to help people, Bart. Not all of them involve saving people from burning buildings. Make friends. You're good at that.
Impulse: Yeah... *He sits up from his slump, oh-so-readable face already starting to lighten again.* Okay. *And then he's on the other side of the kitchen, apparently feeling good enough to stop moving at normal speed.* I can do that! Maybe I could even make friends with someone like Alucard -- real friends.
Nightwing: *mental facepalm, and flat tone* Not Alucard.
Impulse: *That's as good as a challenge, and his grin says so.* Bet I could! Not just lunch, but friends.
Nightwing: No, Bart. Not until we know more.
Impulse: Then I'll just talk to him over the journals! It'll be okay!
Nightwing: Providing that's all you do.
Impulse: Fine. *An exaggerated sigh* ...Unless I just happen to run into him, because I wouldn't really be able to help it if that happened.
Nightwing: *there's an eyeroll happening behind this mask* IF you run into him, sure.
Impulse: Yeah, exactly! *He gives a grin that's a little too big to be entirely innocent.* And it is a pretty small island, so you couldn't really be that mad at me if it happened.
Nightwing: B|
Nightwing: *BATMAN FACE*
Impulse: :3 Okay, well, bye! See you later! *Aannddd he's out, not even a trail of dust kicked up to announce his exit*
Nightwing: *siiiighs*
WHAT: Chastising and pouting and some bawwwwwing too!
WHERE: Dick and Jilly's house
WHEN: Backlogged... a lot...
Impulse: *He takes a whole ten seconds to get to the kitchen, not really having been looking forward to showing up to be yelled at. But he gets there eventually, already looking sour.*
Nightwing: *No yelling. Well, maybe a little yelling. This was DANGEROUS, and Impulse was so. so Impulsive (how did Robin handle this kid?). Dick's pacing the kitchen floor, trying to quiet the voice that was calling him a hypocrite when Bart arrives. He stops and fixes him with a stern frown.* You wanna explain to me what happened?
Impulse: Sure. *He tugs back his mask, leaving it hanging around his neck, and arranges a bored look.* He said he was hungry, and we're supposed to do good things, right? So I fed him.
Nightwing: *He wonders if asked the same question how he would have answered... he'd probably would've said a similar thing. Dick leaves his mask on, knowing full well how intimidating the whited-out expressionless eyelets could be, he folds his arms.* Look Bart, there's good and there's just plain stupid. Despite understanding your desire to be selfless, this time you definitely erred on the side of stupid. He could have killed you.
Impulse: But he didn't! *The attempted apathy breaks, and he's straight back to his normal highspeed pacing and gesturing.* I'm not stupid, I can get away from something if it's dangerous. And he might be really creepy but he didn't try to kill me or anything. So it's okay!
Nightwing: No, Bart. *He's doing his best to sound firm given that he's really not one to talk about selflessly endangering his own life.* It's not okay. *This whole thing is really not up for discussion either, so he's keeping it short and to the point.* It's not to happen again. Do I make myself clear?
Impulse: *And there's that instinctive teenage rebellion, kicking in. Wally got it, Max got it, Dick sure isn't going to escape. His arms cross again, a frown pulling itself over his face.* Just because you're not fast enough to get away from some creepy guy in a red coat doesn't mean I'm not.
Nightwing: *He sighs. Teenagers.* I mean it, Bart. You're to stay away from him. He won't starve.
Impulse: *It doesn't even matter anymore that Bart actually allowed a stranger with a knife to put a gash into his throat -- for him the matter has shifted to someone trying to give him orders that inhibit his own amusement. That's way more important.* What's he gonna do if he can't even catch me? All he can do is laugh and write weird things in the journals!
Nightwing: *Dick starts moving to do other things. The washing-up for example* If you think he'll chase after you, why go to him in the first place? Your time and energies could be better spent by making sure his kind don't pray upon the innocent.
Impulse: I don't think he would, just -- if he did! I mean. I'd be okay. *The argument's not quite going the way Bart had hoped, and he starts to lose momentum.* I was just helping...
Nightwing: I know that Bart, believe me. *There is a little bit of a fond smile now, softening that grim earlier from expression*
Impulse: *He appears to actually think about the matter for a few seconds, and comes out of it just looking more confused than before.* Chibiusa said something about making the wrong kind of friends. I didn't think there was a wrong kind of friend. Is this like that?
Nightwing: Mmm not really. But she's right in what she says, although friend is probably the wrong word to use. *Yes really, he's doing the dishes* Anton LaVey, who wrote the Satanic Bible used the term 'Emotional Vampires' in a similar sort of sense. They're described as people who call on you for their own selfish needs, draining you.
Impulse: Oh. *A blank look, the reward for a detailed and thoughtful answer.* So... sorta?
Nightwing: *...he gives an amused sort of look over his shoulder; he wouldn't expect anything less.* sorta.
Impulse: This place is weird. *A heavy sigh, and then as an afterthought he gestures to the dishes.* You know, I could do those for you. Faster, I mean.
Nightwing: *...* Good point. *He steps back form the sink, wiping his hands on a towel.* Thanks.
Impulse: Are there -- *It's not like he likes volunteering for chores, but it might be some residual guilt for trying to argue with Nightwing. That was almost like trying to agrue with Batman. Almost. And anyway, it's done about the time Dick's hands are dry.* -- a lot of people here like that?
Nightwing: Vampires? *Jan and Selene immediately come to mind, then Matsuri. There were others, of course.* More than I'm comfortable with. But the island seems to have accepted them; there's a blood pool on the outskirts of the jungle. But there are one or two who still prefer to kill.
Impulse: Vampires? No, they're okay, even if Selene can't turn into anything even though Alucard says he can, I mean, you know -- *He pauses, trying to remember the phrasing.* Emotional vampires.
Nightwing: *Dick shrugs* You'll meet people from all walks of life, Bart. It's up to you who you're friends with, hopefully you'll make the right choices. *smiles* You've got a good head on your shoulders, you'll be alright.
Impulse: Really? *Wide eyes and wider grin.* You're the only one that's ever said that! Do you really think so?
Nightwing: *fond little smile* Your heart's in the right place. Sure, we all make mistakes, even me. It's up to you if you decide to learn from them.
Impulse: *A contented smile, because praise from Nightwing is a step above praise from Robin, which is rare enough as it is. It fades into curiosity though.* Even Batman? Even Superman?
Nightwing: *laughs* Even the Justice League, but you didn't hear that from me.
Impulse: *A silent oh of amazement, but then that fades too when a somewhat more serious thought replaces it.* What do you think Superman would do here? About... you know, all the missing people.
Nightwing: Persevere. *and take it all the more personally because he's 'Superman', he should be able to save these people.* It might help if you don't think of them as missing. There's a high chance that these disappearances aren't disappearances at all. The people here, we don't belong here; it's possible they were sent home.
Impulse: *He sighs, makes his way over to slump down onto the kitchen table.* Yeah, I guess.
Nightwing: ...At least they're not stuck here any more. Try and let that comfort you, you don't want the alternative.
Impulse: *He nods, but big yellow puppy-eyes look not at all convinced when they turn onto Dick.* It just seems like... we should be able to help. Like we did back home.
Nightwing: *okayokay, that gets Bart a sympathetic look and a shoulder squeeze* I know, it's frustrating, but we still do what we can.
Impulse: *Even if it's not enough. He leans his chin on his folded arms.* I don't like not being able to help people. *Another rare instance of thought* ...But I guess you don't either, huh? No one here does.
Nightwing: There are other ways to help people, Bart. Not all of them involve saving people from burning buildings. Make friends. You're good at that.
Impulse: Yeah... *He sits up from his slump, oh-so-readable face already starting to lighten again.* Okay. *And then he's on the other side of the kitchen, apparently feeling good enough to stop moving at normal speed.* I can do that! Maybe I could even make friends with someone like Alucard -- real friends.
Nightwing: *mental facepalm, and flat tone* Not Alucard.
Impulse: *That's as good as a challenge, and his grin says so.* Bet I could! Not just lunch, but friends.
Nightwing: No, Bart. Not until we know more.
Impulse: Then I'll just talk to him over the journals! It'll be okay!
Nightwing: Providing that's all you do.
Impulse: Fine. *An exaggerated sigh* ...Unless I just happen to run into him, because I wouldn't really be able to help it if that happened.
Nightwing: *there's an eyeroll happening behind this mask* IF you run into him, sure.
Impulse: Yeah, exactly! *He gives a grin that's a little too big to be entirely innocent.* And it is a pretty small island, so you couldn't really be that mad at me if it happened.
Nightwing: B|
Nightwing: *BATMAN FACE*
Impulse: :3 Okay, well, bye! See you later! *Aannddd he's out, not even a trail of dust kicked up to announce his exit*
Nightwing: *siiiighs*