The First Flight [Action/Voice]
[He milled about the village casually, the clothes he had found himself in when he first arrived not fazing him in the least. The truly important suit was stashed away in the small tan backpack slung onto one shoulder, his hands never quite leaving the strap. He had gotten it without too much hassle, oddly enough in the weapon shop rather than the clothing store. The preliminary inventory and look over had come up with some of the equipment missing, the power cell only holding enough charge for the basic functions. Cloaking was out of the question and flight would have to be limited to gliding until he could find a viable source of fuel for the boots. Until then, there were more important matters to attend to. Having breezed through the other journal entries, an obvious voice and name brought Terry to full attention. He was here. It was just a matter of when he was...or was it where? Dammit, now his head hurt.
He sat down on the edge of the fountain, listening to the water babble soothingly while people went about their business. Strange things to behold at times, but then again, he had lived in Gotham. Strange, odd, and just plain damn weird wasn't exactly to far outside of the norm back home. After a while, he pulled out the journal and thought over the exact words he wanted to say. The functions of the journal were intuitive to Terry, but the encoding process was beyond him for the time being. Now what would the old man...ah, there we go. He let his voice fall deeper, quieter, that graveled edge to tone and pitch. In a voice so quiet to just let the journal pick it up, he said:]
[Voice, filtered to Batman 1%]
Would the student of Yoru-sensei and fellow friend of Tanaga-sensei please meet me atop CH zero-zero-one-one-zero-one-zero-zero this evening?
[There, the old man should be able to figure that one out easily enough. Terry closed the journal and tossed it back into the backpack, securely closing it as he lent back on the fountain edge. Now to just wait until nightfall. Terry McGinnis did not expect a reply to the message, it would be too risky and obvious. And it would not be Terry who would be waiting on top of the building come the blanket of the night. It would be Batman.]
(OOC: Feel free to catch Terry at anytime during his wandering through the village and early evening if you'd like.)
He sat down on the edge of the fountain, listening to the water babble soothingly while people went about their business. Strange things to behold at times, but then again, he had lived in Gotham. Strange, odd, and just plain damn weird wasn't exactly to far outside of the norm back home. After a while, he pulled out the journal and thought over the exact words he wanted to say. The functions of the journal were intuitive to Terry, but the encoding process was beyond him for the time being. Now what would the old man...ah, there we go. He let his voice fall deeper, quieter, that graveled edge to tone and pitch. In a voice so quiet to just let the journal pick it up, he said:]
[Voice, filtered to Batman 1%]
Would the student of Yoru-sensei and fellow friend of Tanaga-sensei please meet me atop CH zero-zero-one-one-zero-one-zero-zero this evening?
[There, the old man should be able to figure that one out easily enough. Terry closed the journal and tossed it back into the backpack, securely closing it as he lent back on the fountain edge. Now to just wait until nightfall. Terry McGinnis did not expect a reply to the message, it would be too risky and obvious. And it would not be Terry who would be waiting on top of the building come the blanket of the night. It would be Batman.]
(OOC: Feel free to catch Terry at anytime during his wandering through the village and early evening if you'd like.)