The Midnighter | Night 1 | Video

[grouchinleather]

[The Midnighter is not one with technology. Sure, he can use a TV and a computer just fine, but that doesn’t mean he’s an expert, or even a fan of portable technology. So give him a moment to figure out what the hell he just turned on. In the meantime, get a nice shot of leather crotch, a white crescent insignia on top of a gray upside down

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[rewords]

You should try to calm yourself.

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[grouchinleather]

This is me calm.

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[rewords]

Then you are in for some very difficult times. Killing our captors is, at the moment, nothing but a futile attempt to sound dangerous.

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[grouchinleather]

Glad to know I'm not allowed to be pissed that some random assholes kidnapped me, lady.

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[shardsofmemory]

this will explain what's going on better than most people will.

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[grouchinleather]

Yeah, I saw someone else post that before, thanks.

My statement still stands though.

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[shardsofmemory]

sorry, i wish there was something i could say to make it less terrible.

um, welcome?

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[grouchinleather]

Why? If you did you'd be lying, or worse, getting someone's hopes up for nothing. This place is a shitheap, so call it a shitheap.

[Action] if this is okay? xD

[tinypinkterror]

[A rather tiny child with hair the color of cotton candy is exploring the halls, too, occasionally peeking into a room and shouting for a 'Ken-chan'. She hasn't looked at the feed because she hasn't quite figured out her device yet. She looks a little frustrated.]

Ken-chan! Ollie ollie otzen free! This isn't funny, meanie! [She stomps her little foot and huffs before peering down the hall and noticing a tall man in black leather.] Ne, ne! Are you lost in here too, mister? [Did no one ever teach this girl not to talk to strangers? ...Nope.]

[ooc: Also I haven't gotten around to filling it out, but permission granted to sense that she has powers of a sort. Even if she doesn't use them generally.]

[Action] It is always okay <3

[grouchinleather]

[What the fuck...? Seriously, the shit people let their kids get away with these days. Pink hair? It wouldn't have been an issue if the kid was Jenny's age, but she couldn't have been older than 7, tops.

And then he noticed the collar around her neck too. He quickly shoved the device into his pocket so he didn't crush it on impulse; he had a feeling he wouldn't be receiving a new one should that one get destroyed. If he wanted to kill these people before, he doubly wanted to kill them now. You don't mess with kids.]

Something like that.

[Action] Yay <3

[tinypinkterror]

[Welcome to the world of anime characters, where babies are somehow born with cotton candy colored hair and it's all-natural.

Yachiru bounces on the balls of her feet for a moment, watching the man with a distinct lack of fear in her expression. Really, while she's annoyed at not being able to find her surrogate father, she doesn't seem to be scared or worried at all.]

Are you lookin' for someone too? [She asks brightly.] We could look together! I'm real good at hide n seek! But I can't sense Ken-chan anywhere, he's hiding real good...

...My name's Yachiru!

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[grouchinleather]

[Freakish hair is the only thing that the Wildstorm Universe doesn't have, I think.

Shit, this kid doesn't even know why she's here. He looks down at her and forces what might be construed as a smile.]

Uh, not really. Just trying to get my bearings. But uh, we can see if... Ken...chans... around here somewhere.

[Because he can't exactly bear to rain on her parade right now.]

I'm the Midnighter.

action.

[crossespurpose]

[It's not so much that he wants to talk to him, Colin really does not want to talk to anyone willingly after all. It can be said though, that lately he's become a tad more sociable but certainly not by his own accord. He's quiet and he's difficult to work with particularly after a certain someone told him not to trust a soul within the place and blindly, he believed him. Yet that certain someone had not been around for quite some time so he really had no choice but to venture out on his own, to step outside his suite and move onward with or within accompaniment. In a constant state of questioning though, of reality and his sanity, it made things difficult until he realized that evening he was out of water and while he had ignored the urging to gather some for awhile, he finally made the choice to set forth to hurry down the hall and then hurry back

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[grouchinleather]

[It's true, the Midnighter was pissed, but this little redheaded kid that just smacked into him wasn't the target of his anger. In fact, the fact that a child was even here, after everything he'd read on the device thing, made his blood boil just a little bit more. Only the look of fear on the boy's face forced him to calm down--he only liked that look on someone who'd actually done something to deserve it.

Without ceremony, he pulled his cowl off in the hopes that the kid's heart rate might eventually slow to normal. See, he's not totally terrifying (yes he is)! He's even ginger under all that brown dye (he isn't scruffy though).]

No problem, kid. I'm the one who wasn't paying attention.

You okay?

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[crossespurpose]

[When the other removed his cowl it was a minor weight lifted off his chest. It was intimidating, the whole situation and while it caused his stomach to twist, when the man seemed to look a little more human he was able to relax if only for a moment. Sure, he came from a place were caped and masked crusader ran the slew of vigilant organizations throughout the city, but for a kid that was questioning his own reality--this was different, particularly for a kid that had been originally terrified of Batman. Right now his heart rate was far from normal and his face flushed because of the rush of blood throughout his body.

Chest rising and falling heavily, he watched him carefully, eyes focused on his face as he took two tentative steps back.] I'm okay.

Just--wasn't looking.

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[grouchinleather]

[Midnighter could still hear the kid's heart pounding in his chest, though he was finding he had to strain to do it. It was the first sign something wasn't right with his implants, but he was too concerned that the kid might have some sort of heart or panic attack in front of him, or just pass out, or whatever knows what else to notice. Granted, he was fully aware of how terrifying he could be in costume (he usually relished the thought), but he didn't typically inspire that level of panic in a child. Was the kid the child of one of those Sons of Liberty followers or someone else in the incredibly long list of people he's pissed off over the years?

...Probably not. He probably wasn't even on his Earth anymore, if that blog post he had read was any indication. Midnighter's second thought was that there might be more superheroes (or villains) in this place, and one of them terrified the kid, thus making him terrifying by association. Whatever the reason, he was sure he'd find out eventually.]

Hey, uh... can you help a new guy out?

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[notasidedick]

[Seeing as you've already received the text file.]

Well don't you sound pleasant. [Sometimes he wonders how the Consortium chooses people.] I don't know if you'll be able to get your hands on our captors. So, good luck I guess. [At least he isn't trying to kill people randomly upon arrival. Naw. That's something Joker might have done. 8| NOT BITTER. NOPE.]

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[grouchinleather]

What the fuck do you want me to say? [Brings his voice up to a falsetto.] "Oh goly gee, I'm ever so fucking glad I can help you sadists get your rocks off. Whatever do you want me to do first?"

[Hey, Midnighter only kills assholes, crazy people trying to take over the world, people trying to kill him first, and politicans. So...assholes.]

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[notasidedick]

Well, it certainly isn't usually the first thing people say upon arrival. Have you been informed of this place though?

[I don't know. Bruce is an asshole. Oh wait.]

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[grouchinleather]

What can I say? I'm not the crying for my mommy type. And yeah, I have. The phone-ish thing is actually somewhat useful. How generous these bastards must be feeling giving 'em to us.

[Whelp so is Midnighter. Asshole's who do bad things to innocent people. There.]