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Post by robit on Feb 28, 2013 10:08:20 GMT -5
He sighed as he felt his boy's gently fingers curl, and unfurl upon his hulking skull. It felt so nice to be petted in such a fashion. His eyes closed slightly at his touch before he slowly withdrew himself to sit right next to Tim. His large tail thumped against the ground in anticipation. He wanted to have a good romp after breakfast, and usually Tim would oblige for him or even take him for a walk around the grounds. He blinked his dark, brown eyes and panted with a thumping tail. His wrinkles seemed to vibrate as he sat there from a certain excitement held in his bones.
The young dog was still as playful as a puppy, and it was obvious. He enjoyed a good romp with his masters or even fetch. It was something that he would probably always enjoy, even into his golden years. Ace's head tilted to the side making all the wrinkles slowly curl to the other side of his face. His tongue shot out to lick the rest of his food off of floppy jowls before a yawn escaped him.
He had always been a lazy dog. He gave off a snort before her moved to lay down.
(Sorry so short. My life is so hectic right now)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2013 19:38:55 GMT -5
Alfred's job description is simply to help Master Bruce in any way that he can and, though the primary focus is running the household, naturally given the way the people in this particular household spend there time he has a lot of duties that other butlers would not. And yet, if he was at all unsatisfied with his job, he wouldn't be doing it - unlike some butlers of old, he could quit at any time he wants to. Since he hasn't, you can be sure that he's exactly where he wants to be. Which is, at the moment, waiting next to the toaster for it to finish toasting the bread for Tim.
Picturing Phoebe as a tank is actually not that far off. She's quite a bit stronger than a tank, really - she's a force to be reckoned with. That's how she got such a name in the first place. Well, that and the fact that you just can't force her to do anything. Agent Stevens only managed to tell her what to do because they had a relationship based on mutual respect and the child knew that she really should behave herself even if she didn't want to. At least until she lost all faith in the people she was working for.
There's a slight hesitation when he starts asking her questions, but with the ability to read someone's thoughts comes the ability to get to know them very quickly so it's easy enough to judge who is safe to tell what. "The FBI," she answers picking at her toast in between sentences, "And yeah, this is a pretty safe place. But I bother Batman, and I don't like hiding." Which is why she's sure that living here won't work out for her in the longer term, even if it's more than adequate in the shorter term. Then, almost as an afterthought, she adds, "And I know you're Robin." Even without mind reading abilities it isn't hard to figure that if Bruce Wayne is Batman then the young man living with him would be Robin. With mind reading abilities, she can find out without having to actually think that through at all.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2013 15:17:18 GMT -5
The toaster sprung the lightly browned bread from its holders, ready for Alfred to grab with his delicate hands. They must have still being warm as he inhaled quickly, dropping them down upon the plate as carefully as possible. He then turned to the fridge, opening it up to retrieve the butter. The door swiftly opened, turning on the cooler, in order to keep the food frozen. Tim was sitting on the chair nearest to the fridge so a shiver ran up the back of his legs when it opened. His feet moved around in his slippers before Alfred shut the door again, after having removed the yellow box, placing it down upon the table. He opened the tub, picking up the knife to peel the butter out. He then stroked it across the bread, a few times upon each slice.
Tim placed both his elbows down upon the wooden table, pressing his finger tips together to show his concentration. He was amazed how quickly she worked out who he secretly was. Although it’s not that hard. He was actually surprised how quickly he worked out Bruce’s identity, back before all of this. He listened hard, especially when the FBI was mentioned. What was she? A fugitive, maybe an ex-spy or something? “Wow, sounds serious. I wasn’t here when they took over the City, I was in Mexico with my Dad for a few months; lucky us I guess.” For once, Jack Drake’s love for history had saved them from the siege of Gotham. They were on a dig site near Mexico City for a couple of months, around the time when they arrived. He was glad at the time, watching the news from his hotel suite with a sigh of relief. Now he just wishes he could have done something more.
Alfred placed a plate of toast down before Tim with a smile, a very courteous grin. Tim nodded back with his usual smirk. “Thanks Alfred.” He spoke to the Butler in a well mannered yet informal way as he picked up the toast, nibbling on the crusts first, at strange habit of his. He looked back to Phoebe with a smirk. He tapped his head slightly. “Are you a genius or something? Not saying that I’m one but most the people in this City haven’t got a clue about who Batman or Robin are in the slightest. It’s quite funny, some are quite close.” He was implying to her uncovering of his identity although it was obvious yet for a little girl, she was something different.
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Post by robit on Mar 25, 2013 22:56:43 GMT -5
Ace sat there for a while, and listened to their conversation, and slowly started to feel himself get bored. Generally, he was quite interested in the weird mumblings of the humans, especially his boy, but today was slightly different. It seemed the knock to the head may have pushed him off a bit, but NO MATTER. He would find some other activity to amuse his mind. Her licked his drooling jowls before slowly removing his head from the leg he had been inhabiting. Slowly, he stood with a big stretch, and yawn which made all of his wrinkles do the wave for a couple of seconds. Once the mass of skin settled down, he shook himself which caused drool, and other substances from his mouth to go all over the place.
After he was done with his shake he slowly looked back, and forth to see what he had done. He spied globs of slobber all over the place which satisfied him for the time being. The large mastiff gave a grunt before strutting his way out with his head held high. He may be a dog, but he knew pay back, and that surprise slobber shower was quite satisfying, even though he did like the girl out of instinct, but still felt cautious because of the small incident before. The war was on!
He moved out the door, and wondered through the mansion aimlessly until he found a nice place to lay down, and take another nap.
-EXIT ACE-
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2013 18:56:04 GMT -5
Listening to both his thoughts and his words, Phoebe comments, "I used to work for them. Had a real badge and everything. But I quit." Which she'd imagine is a really unbelievable story, if you don't know about her powers. She's only ten, after all. "I've never been outside of the country. Mexico seems interesting, though, but arky-ology is boring..." she adds, never mind that he never actually said that part. She's simply not used to hiding who she is, especially when she's relaxed and somewhere private. The government did a good enough job keeping her a secret without her help that she hadn't needed to.
Still picking at her overly toppinged toast, she's already more than halfway done - she's eating hers with a fork, if only to keep her hands from getting all sticky. Having passable manners was something she learned a lot about. Agent Stevens always said that people would forgive her for a lot of things if she simply tried to be polite, and she figures that there's a lot of things that she could stand to be forgiven of - both then and now. Though when she starts to answer how she knows that the boy is Robin, a sudden assault of moisture interrupts her.
Fortunately for her, her reflexes when she's attacked, even if the attack is from something more gross than harmful, have been honed quite well - only a few small droplets reach her while the majority that would have gone her way instead hang in the air where they impacted the invisible shield she hastily put up. Unfortunately for Tim, her automatic instinct is to protect herself only, so it won't help him. "Ewwwwwwwwww!" she says with a cringe when she sees what narrowly avoided hitting her, shifting it to the side where she can release it all to land on the floor - she's sure that Alfred must mop it regularly with that dog around.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2013 3:26:56 GMT -5
Tim picked up the second of his two slices of toast, grabbing it by the crust before crunching down upon the brown bread. He couldn’t deny that Alfred knew how to make good toast, maybe it was a British thing. His thoughts didn’t shift entirely from the Young Girl though; he was finding the conversation quite intriguing. Was it not against the law to train such a young person in the ways of espionage? Tim wasn’t naïve enough to not ponder upon the secret doings of the FBI, he knew of their actions in Gotham. If they could do that, they could do anything.
Once again the Boy leaned forward again over the table, placing both his sticky hands down upon it before rising them up, pressing them together to gesture his deep thought. “When you say you worked for them, did you have a choice if did or not?” She said she quitted, perhaps she did have a choice in the matter. Tim wondered if they’d hurt her in any way, mentally or physically. There were no sign of injuries upon her body and if there was, he couldn’t see them. Besides trust problems, Phobe didn’t exhibit many mental problems if any.
Tim’s eyes followed Ace for a moment, watching him leave the room before shaking his saliva from his mouth. Little splats of the goo reached Tim, running down his face and chest. “Thanks for that!” He shouted after the dog with a playful smirk before returning back to the girl with his smile. He was amazed that around her, a field had stopped any of the saliva from reaching her, like a shield to protect her. That answered his next question upon why they’d want a little girl as an agent. “You’re just full of suprises, Force. How does your powers work? Do you work them like any other part of your body or is it something that you have to work on, to improve?” She’d awoken his appetite for intrigue, now the questions would becoming quickly from now on.
He rose up onto his feet, pacing backwards and forwards before the table and the sitting girl. Muttering to himself slightly. “How comes we don’t all have this power? Will we get this power later in our evolution?” Such questions like this floated around his mind although he was directing them to himself mostly, not Phobe. Tim turned and placed both hands upon the chair facing her. “This is amazing, you have the force or something!”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2013 15:38:24 GMT -5
The boy's question is actually a lot more complicated than he probably thinks that it is. It wasn't that she simply did or did not have a choice, but more like some gray area in between those two. She'd known if she didn't do what she was told, they had consequences ready to inflict upon her and thought that they had her under their control as a result. Then again, she also knew exactly what those consequences were and how to avoid them. Yet she'd also been raised by these people, taught that she was fighting for the 'right' side, and knew that (most of them, at least) sincerely thought that they were doing the right thing. And Agent Stevens had always asked her to do things nicely rather than insisting and threatening. So everything that she'd done for them was her own choice, but the moment that she became more fully aware of how what she was doing fit into the rest of the world she'd immediately quit.
Of course, that's all a bit long and complicated to explain, especially coming from someone as young as she is, so she simply says, "Yeah, but they thought I didn't." If he wants more of the implied long story, he'll have to ask for it. She's eating food with a high sugar content, after all, and is therefore reluctant to go into an extended discourse until she's finished.
When the dog leaves, she mentally wishes it good riddance. It's not that she doesn't like the dog, as much as she didn't really enjoy it's company. Which wasn't the dog's fault so much as the fact that she just plain doesn't know how to interact with them and therefore couldn't figure out what to do with it. Especially when it insists on getting gross fluids everywhere. Why anyone would want a droolly dog, she'll never understand.
Though her musings on the slight relief of seeing the dog heading elsewhere are interrupted by the boy pelting her with questions about her powers. Oh yeah, he wouldn't have known that she can do that yet... While some in her position may be sick of explaining what they can do, she isn't. She hasn't had many opportunities to do so herself, actually - she hasn't properly met that many people, and most of them were given a file to read before they met her. "I don't know, I just want something to happen and it happens," she explains, though it's a bit hard to do so. She's had her powers for as long as she can remember, and apparently quite a while before that, even, so it comes totally naturally to her and it's hard to see herself from any other perspective. "I have to focus to make sure I'm wanting exactly the right thing to happen though - make sure I don't break anything," she adds. She's actually much more prone to the problem of needing to be very delicate with her powers than she is of running out of strength to do something big. Actually, she's never even had the latter problem.
His other questions she doesn't answer, because she knows just as much about the answers as he does. She's not a scientist and has never studied herself, after all. And while she's submitted to a great deal of scientific testing, she was rarely around when they discovered the final results, and the ones that she heard about where usually inconclusive. At the end of the day, she just figures that she's a little bit special and moves along. So as he paces and ponders she finishes of the rest of her toast, looking up when he stops and actually says something to her. "That's from a movie, right?" she asks, somewhat uncertainly. A movie she's never seen, though she knows quite a bit about it since it's very popular and she is, after all, a mind reader.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2013 14:58:48 GMT -5
Tim laughed at the response to his Star Wars joke from the Young Girl. He sighed once more and sat down once again, hopefully for the last time as his petite boost of activity had began to degrade back to his usual level. Tim ran his finger around the plate, picking up all of the butter that had been left from before; he didn’t think it should go to waste. He was however back upon his feet with the plate in his hands, walking over to the sink. Tim placed his plate down by Alfred who was cleaning up a few other items. “That was another great Breakfast Alfred, thanks.” To Tim, Alfred was one of the kindest men he’d ever known. A man of his age, going about doing what he does is amazing, so Tim thought. He couldn’t picture himself doing it.
He turned back to face Force but not before looking at the clock upon the wall, watching the larger hand turn slowly around, being chased by the smaller quicker arm. His eyes then did turn back to the Girl with a smile. “I guess I better go get showered and changed, looking at the time. Although good for stamina, jumping across roof tops can make Tim a very, well dirty boy. Not in a dirty bad way! In a dirty dirty way!” Tim laughed at himself, placing one hand on his side and another over his eyes with a grin. Obviously, that sentence sounded a lot better in his mind, before his mouth messed it up. He still had his immature side to all this brooding and anger than Bruce seemed to portray so well.
Tim began to leave the room, walking through the open door slightly before turning back to her. He placed one hand upon the golden handle, revolving to look at her again. “Sorry. It’s been a pleasure to meet you, Force. Don’t worry, I know you’re not used to all ‘this’.” Tim was referring to the size of the home in which they stood. He can tell a person from wealth no matter how well they can hide it yet she showed innocence, left untouched by greed and money. Although he wouldn’t like to admit it, Tim, like many others, used money for his own personal gain. Whether it be to upgrade his gear or for something more recreational. Force however showed no signs of this trait. They way she sat quietly at the table, her small polite mannerisms around Alfred, showed a kind individual. Tim didn’t know what she was like before the FBI came into her life, if she had a life before hand. But she has a gift which he’d have to look into further, at a later date.
Finally he turned from the kitchen, closing the door behind him lightly. With a smile upon his face and a brisk walk, Tim walked back up towards the room he’d left earlier this morning.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2013 3:55:11 GMT -5
When she's finished, Phoebe too takes a moment to enjoy some of the toppings that didn't quite make it on the bread. Though in her case it's not butter - actually she finds the thought of eating pure butter kind of gross. But then she's at the age where, though she occasionally finds a boy attractive, she always believes that they're kind of gross at the same time. So it only makes sense to her that Tim would like raw butter. She, on the other hand, is enjoying bits of what is mostly powdered sugar and jam. Though when she's bored of that, she's not quite sure what to do with her plate here.
Fortunately, she doesn't have to ponder that for long before Tim provides the answer by remembering to clear his own plate and thus informing her where dirty dishes go. She follows suit by putting her own plate by the sink - though she doesn't exactly walk over there. Instead she clears her plate by simply picking it up with her powers and setting it back down over there - being very careful to make sure that it comes to rest very gently on the counter so nothing breaks. She gives Tim a bit of a grin when she's done: See? Didn't even have to get up! "Thank you, Alfred!" she adds, echoing Tim, both because she would have remembered to say so anyway but especially because she can't forget at the same time that Tim's remembering - that would make her look bad!
Still sitting in her seat, she watches Tim as he checks the time and stumbles over his explanation of what he's going to go do. Giggling a little by the time he's finished, she jokes, "Good! I'm only ten so I'm not supposed to look at anything that's dirty in a bad way." Then again, just because she's not supposed to doesn't mean she hasn't. Never on purpose, actually, but she is a mind reader and there are adults thinking adult thoughts literally all over the place. She can't remember when she first lost her innocence about certain matters, but the fact that she can't remember suggests that she was very young indeed.
On the other hand, the same thing that caused that problem also in a way solved it - just as she was exposed to adult thoughts, she was also exposed to adult perspectives on the subject. Many, many different perspectives, which she was able to use to form her own perspective on the subject. One that's really surprisingly mature for a girl whose peers are probably just barely learning about the facts of life. For example, she's sworn to herself that she's not going to worry about boys at all until she's 18. Time will tell if she's actually able to keep that promise to herself, but she's pretty set on it.
Though Tim begins to leave the room, she doesn't bother to turn because she can already tell that he's going to stop himself. Sometimes people's thoughts indicate what they're about to do even before they're really aware of it themselves, especially if they're thinking hard. And Tim thinks hard a lot, she's noticed - he's very smart. She's just a little bit jealous of that, actually. "Pleased to meet you too, Tim," she says with a grin, not surprised that he noticed that she's not used to being in this kind of place. There's probably enough clues in her appearance alone, though he seemed to have been focused more on her personality.
Before she'd come here, she was sleeping on Victor's couch and only had a backpack of things. Before that she was living on the streets for a few months with even less. Before that she was with the FBI, but even then all of her things fit into a suitcase so that she could quickly and easily move from one sparse government facility to the next - no, she's certainly not used to any form of luxury at all. Which is why she's glad that when Tim mentioned needing a shower and change of clothes she caught Alfred remembering that she'd be needing both of those too, and would need help with that. Which is good - it will probably take her awhile to get used to this house, and she doesn't want to get lost again!
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