[The beginning of the message is just breathing, but it's obvious that someone wants to make as dramatic of an opening as possible before he gets down to it. After all, what's the point if he doesn't play with it as much as possible. Of course, he goes with just sound to keep it subtle, to make people wonder if he's gonna say anything at all. After all, what if this is a broken locket? What if it's speaking into the void? What if it's not working at all? Mysteries.
But then he does:]
Got you. Nah, someone's done that before, haven't they? Well, can't fault me for trying.
[He laughs, a low, husky sound that sounds just a little forced. (Because it is.)]
I'm looking for intel. Reliable pieces of information. And I'm willing to trade something for it. Training, knowledge, a favor—you tell me just how much you know, and I see if it's worth it. I wanna know what you're asking for. Training wise, let's just call me a jack of all trades. [He pauses, considering something.] And let's just say that arriving here didn't lead to any set backs. Oh, yeah. I'm that good.
[But that comes with his training. First, Batman, and then, the rest. He can't help it.]
As for the rest: if you know about the Trinity. I'm all ears. No, not that Trinity, though that'd be a little on the nose, huh? I mean Batman, Wonder Woman, and Superman. For that bit of information, I'm offering nothing. Call it a necessary curiosity.
[And Jason's not willing to believe he's the only special one.]
[ the feast ]
Huh—nice food they've got here. Looks like you're enjoying yourself. If they make it up like this a lot, though, I'd say we're all very, very lucky that we're here. [He offers this kind of statement to just about anyone with a smirk.
For Jason, though, it's strange. Socialization. Being in a room full of unfamiliar people. His training the past couple of years since his resurrection has called for some smart moves and thinking quickly, but something tells him he has to go about it differently. He has to be like Bruce Wayne in a room full of rich people. The brain's gotta be turned on to full blast, but he's got to be smart—really smart. That's how he handles himself. That's how he does things.
He rolls his shoulders back as he grabs another drink and throws the person he was speaking to another smile.]
But honestly, I wanna take a look around. Care to join me?
jason todd | dc comics | unseelie
[The beginning of the message is just breathing, but it's obvious that someone wants to make as dramatic of an opening as possible before he gets down to it. After all, what's the point if he doesn't play with it as much as possible. Of course, he goes with just sound to keep it subtle, to make people wonder if he's gonna say anything at all. After all, what if this is a broken locket? What if it's speaking into the void? What if it's not working at all? Mysteries.
But then he does:]
Got you. Nah, someone's done that before, haven't they? Well, can't fault me for trying.
[He laughs, a low, husky sound that sounds just a little forced. (Because it is.)]
I'm looking for intel. Reliable pieces of information. And I'm willing to trade something for it. Training, knowledge, a favor—you tell me just how much you know, and I see if it's worth it. I wanna know what you're asking for. Training wise, let's just call me a jack of all trades. [He pauses, considering something.] And let's just say that arriving here didn't lead to any set backs. Oh, yeah. I'm that good.
[But that comes with his training. First, Batman, and then, the rest. He can't help it.]
As for the rest: if you know about the Trinity. I'm all ears. No, not that Trinity, though that'd be a little on the nose, huh? I mean Batman, Wonder Woman, and Superman. For that bit of information, I'm offering nothing. Call it a necessary curiosity.
[And Jason's not willing to believe he's the only special one.]
[ the feast ]
Huh—nice food they've got here. Looks like you're enjoying yourself. If they make it up like this a lot, though, I'd say we're all very, very lucky that we're here. [He offers this kind of statement to just about anyone with a smirk.
For Jason, though, it's strange. Socialization. Being in a room full of unfamiliar people. His training the past couple of years since his resurrection has called for some smart moves and thinking quickly, but something tells him he has to go about it differently. He has to be like Bruce Wayne in a room full of rich people. The brain's gotta be turned on to full blast, but he's got to be smart—really smart. That's how he handles himself. That's how he does things.
He rolls his shoulders back as he grabs another drink and throws the person he was speaking to another smile.]
But honestly, I wanna take a look around. Care to join me?