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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Nov 3, 2015 23:09:53 GMT -5
Halloween had finally come again. One could never really expect what would happen, particularly in a city like Gotham. Where one could almost count on patrolling or some level of crime fighting every other night… Tonight, was different. With halloween in the air. An excuse for the masses to bare costumes. It was an even better excuse to throw a party. There was potentially varies parties, but the one in which Roy was invited to was the Masquerade Ball, set in one of the more fancier buildings in central Gotham. Apparently ran by Arkham, how the hell Roy had even been remotely on his list was a little beyond him. Roy made little effort to mingle that greatly in this city and he was hardly even a name… Well, apart from the few who still recalled he was tied to Oliver Queen, perhaps even in shaking that off, Roy couldn’t entirely escape that… Suppose stealing from Queen, didn’t help either. Whatever it was or why, perhaps the entire city was invited. Who knew? All that Roy needed to know, was he was and thus he arrived. Mean, who seriously turns down a party? Well, mind you he probably could have thought of a better party. Roy after all was quite fond of halloween, there was always the more ‘spooky’ parties with screaming girls, they were hardly to be missed. That and Roy had a strong stomach for a lot of the more gruesome, well, suppose you never know how fancy party like tonight would end up. Halloween. Christmas, whatever it hardly really ever meant it be a peaceful night… Least if there was any this evening, Roy would be right in the thick of it. Bonus being a masquerade, meant blending in was rather simple.
It was probably possible Roy could have just worn his Arsenal gear, sure it would save a costume change if he needed it, but was it really subtle? Suppose the building would have had some sort of restriction with actual weapons on his belt. So Roy went for a different costume, he had some cool choices, but none really with the mask requirement. Deciding on Bill from Eyes wide shut, perhaps it was fitting and yet sad. Whatever, it meant he merely needed to wear a suit. One he already had. Topped off with a black cape, because he was mysterious and a gold detailed mask. Hiding his identity and yet it was all still quite simple. Perhaps he could just go by bill and no one would even have a clue, well unless they knew enough by his voice. Suppose he could play up his voice, but he couldn’t imagine he was all that bothered. He’d arrived at the party at roughly the correct time, with a tamaranean princess at toe, it was hard to be late. Somewhere along the way they had potentially lost Dick or he’d snuck off for work. Roy hardly realised for a good few minutes. It wasn’t like it was new. Thankfully Wally was still in toe, he was always good one to go partying with. Even if Roy didn’t drink any more. Of course even as Roy had passed through the entrance, even as Roy could look the speedster was gone, with nothing other than a simple whoosh.
”Seriously? I swear we need to put a cat bell on him."
Roy jokingly complained. It was part of the gig, even more so the Flash gig. Who knows maybe he be back before the party ball drops, but Roy wasn’t about to hold his breath. Well, maybe he should as he followed Kory in through the building, met with the dining area.. Bar, Roy more pointedly tried not to note too personally. There certainly seemed to be a red theme thing going, somehow Roy was totally cool with the colour choice. Perhaps Arsenal would have blended in.. Or blended into much. Ah, whatever. With Kory’s desire to hit the dance floor, which was seemingly on another floor. Roy decided to remain a little more time in the dining area, with little suspicions. Mostly he just wasn’t as eager to dance, least not yet. With the faint echoing of the music, he wasn’t entirely sure it was even worth dancing too. Of course, the array of food didn’t hurt either. As has swiftly Roy had grabbed a plate, it wasn’t along before it was filled with food. Lets just say a decent amount of food. Whilst he didn’t burn as many calories as Mr West, Roy still burnt enough to have quite the appetite. Particularly if the food was free. Unlike everyone else servicing themselves with the free booze. Trust he totally would have, had it been a few months earlier. Rather. Instead, a coke. Spiked free for sure. He’d motioned nearby where the two ladies had been chatting. Noting mildly the familiar red head. He didn’t listen all that intently, it seemed like an oddly intense conversation, particularly for a halloween party. However the conversation somehow being turned towards Batman… Wayne… It sure could make most chuckle, ok maybe mostly him.
”If Brucie isn’t being fashionably late as usual, who’s to say he isn’t here already… It is a masquerade after all… He could quite literally be anybody… Excuse my rudeness… Happy Halloween, ladies!”
Roy budded in. Hopefully not too rudely, he certainly hadn’t intended to be. Maybe intended to be a little humorous. He did know Bruce and Batman. He also knew the in-between. Whilst there was perhaps a slight suggestion he could be Bruce, whom wasn’t exactly Roy’s favourite, but with so many masks in the room. Who could know. Somehow, Roy imagined Bruce would be a little more comfortable in this cape than he was… With a chiming smile that his mask framed, Roy charmingly greeted the ladies. Offering them a warm halloween greeting… Before taking a seating at a table close to theirs. Putting his plate and glass down on the table before him. Picking a little at the finger food he’d collected and sipping his non-alcoholic beverage.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2015 10:22:42 GMT -5
She was silent through Naomi’s rant, it was getting to her. Anger was just seeping through, and she had no choice but to contain it. The mention of Bruce made her defensive, the mention of her father, offensive. The cripple wanted to punch her for talking smack about Wayne, he has done so much for her, so much support; he was so caring and sensitive about her. He even installed ramps to make the batcave wheelchair friendly.
Her outer shell was calm, collective, drunk even; her inner beast was scratching at the door. She lazily blinked through the speech Naomi so passionately expressed, rubbing her index around the empty glass of what use to be scotch.
Barbara’s current thought was interrupted, one less about how the Batman shouldn’t be an issue, and more of panic. When she looked up to the voice that had approached them with a plate full of food and pulled up a seat from a nearby table, she tried to go for her domino mask and hide her blushing face. Not that one could tell she was blushing in the redness of the room, but she wanted to hide nevertheless.
She recognized his voice. Not a few months back was she working with Roy Harper and his team of Outsiders to help Dinah Lance bring peace in several cities deep in the heart of war torn Russian soil. Barbara had never revealed herself to Roy, but she wasn’t exactly sure if anyone had blown her cover along the way. If anything, if she spoke a word to him, he would probably recognize her voice.
Gripping her domino mask with both hands and doing her best to hide, she had never felt more cornered in a party before. She had never seen him up close before, the mask was annoying her in the fact that she couldn’t make out all his features; but his chiseled features still seemed to make way through his mask and hood. The lines of his chin and the sharpness of his eyes made the redhead feel like her knees were getting weak… if she could feel them I mean.
The hacker decided if there was any time to tell Roy that she was Oracle and the one orchestrating the Russian Operations, now was definitely not the time. Still, some feminine weakness brought it out of her, instinctively she just blurted out through the smile of her mask: “Hi, Roy.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2015 11:37:51 GMT -5
Naomi was quite frankly glad someone came in to interrupted the conversation. The way things were going it was only going to be a matter of time before someone got ticked. Quite frankly it was a Wake up call for Naomi about how much of her Oni side was still a part of her and at times in control of her. Yakasuma was not evil unlike many of her Oni Brethren, but she was still very much at times a warlord. It was a sort of three-fold whammy that ultimately gave her the feels of "Don't send a vigilante to do a kings job." She definitely made a note to herself to tell Jim and frankly give him the truth. She was tired of hiding her identity tired of hiding her feelings. Just tired. She looked over at man dressed in the weird costume the one that Barbra called Roy. She couldn't help but snicker.
"Wow. a girl in a mask, a 500 lbs Oni sumo woman and guy that looks like something you'd wear in a Rob Zombie Concert. this really is a strange Halloween."
The officer reached out a clawed handed to the young man giving him a fanged Oni smile
"Detective Naomi Yakasuma at your service."
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Nov 5, 2015 6:42:40 GMT -5
This world was filled with secrets. It shouldn’t be surprising that secrets often swirled around the hero world. Whilst may claim, Roy wasn’t born yesterday and though he wasn’t exactly born into this life. He had very much grew up in it and unlike many heroes you’d somehow stumbled in it. Roy had actually chose this path simply because he had wanted it. Dreamed of it. Anyone that had actually even spent a second in this life, knew it wasn’t something you easily walk in to and it certainly wasn’t a easy walk for Roy either… He did very much follow the ‘code’, sometimes in his own way, but he still very much walked in it. With or without Oliver having a part in it. He’d seemingly been without for sometime now. He hardly needed his hand anymore. Especially as he made his presence known to the two ladies chatting in the dining area. More pointedly Barbara Gordon. Even as she tempted to conceal her identity with a ‘domino’ mask. He knew who she was. Even if they’d never met face to face. Would she really expect Dick wouldn’t have talked about her? Numerous times. It wasn’t just women who could talk. Whilst they could be a little more rough around the edges, even argue like an old couple. Dick was still one of Roy’s best friends, he was almost like a brother. Roy maybe a lot of things, but he valued loyalty. Trust. He may have a big mouth, but he could hold it on the more important secrets.
Roy barely noted to much of Barbara hiding. He could happily play whatever role… Sure, there maybe an even deeper secret she was concealing. She wouldn’t be giving him much credit if she didn’t think he hadn’t figured it out already… He wasn’t about to say anything about it, there was hardly any need and there was perhaps the small chance he was wrong about her ‘secret’. Though, Roy was certainly confident in his hunch. It had only been a feeling until Dick Grayson had been mentioned in the text formation. He knew Dick almost if not better than Dick knew himself. There were very few people Dick would trust, particularly with such important and delicate information. Dick also knew it was a fine line to walk, with chances of Roy castrating him for it. Lets just assume most of people Dick knew, Roy knew. It was easier to narrow it down, as most wouldn’t have bothered to hack, unless it was a prank. Batman would have just crashed… Whilst Roy didn’t know Barbara as personal, he was enough in the know to know about her accident. Whilst she may not be able to skim buildings as beautifully as she once could, she wasn’t restricted from using a computer. It made sense. Though sure it was still very much an assumption. An assumption he wasn’t going to voice one way or another. It was her secret to tell, if she wanted to tell it. Not his, he had respect enough to give her that. Nor would he wish to embarrass her and really the one he cared to hit was Dick… He was perhaps less likely to hide the fact he knew of Barbara Gordon… As Roy had almost got himself comfortable at his seating eating his ‘veggies’, deep fried potato counts, right? Not too soon after he’d offers his charming greeting… Barbara offered her own. That certainly made his brows raise that little bit, of course this was mostly because she spoke his first name. It was always good to hear. Roy amusingly thought. Of course it may have hinted to more, given if they’d never met ‘officially’, but perhaps it was expected for Dick to talk about Roy with Barbara? Sometimes, friendships can be just as deep. Roy smiled a dark whilst warming smile framed by his mask. Picking up his plate, to shift it to Barbara’s table. He would certainly leave if he was shooed. Otherwise, he moved a little bit closer. Not so close to be creepy, which is saying something at such a party, but Roy was old school if he wasn’t chivalrous.
”Good evening, Babs! I hope I’m not to forward in saying that… Would you care to share my plate? Your mask really brings out your eyes.”
He’d always wanted to say that, somehow it always came out almost sounding like babes and he could see it was very well suited. Unless, she’d scold him for it. As Roy had motioned to take one of her hands in his and charmingly kiss her own the hand. Handsome eyes settled upon her in comfort. Gently pushing his plate. He hardly knew what he’d picked, some deep fried goodness. Little pies. Maybe even jello. An all you can eat thing, really isn’t complete without jello. Although somehow its often poisoned on screen. Roy happily took a bite of one as the sacrificial lamb, whether or not Barbara knew it or not. His eyes moved with hers as he openly commented on them. His hand lightly traced the edges of her mask, just inches away from touching it. Though perhaps he may have caught a chance to touch a wave of her hair, the mask certainly brought the red out as well, as he reclaimed his hand… Whilst he offered Barbara his attention. He was quick to divert it also to the other lady. A lady he couldn’t entirely sure he had met before. Although she herself has very unique eyes. Almost with a hidden glaze of wisdom. Much untouched or unaware. Or maybe Roy was completely wrong. He half smiled as she commented the presence of the three. Their costumes. He was half expecting it to lead to these three walk in a bar, but suppose that was over used. It was probably best Roy didn’t finish that joke. Somehow he couldn’t imagine he was that lucky… Her words though did certainly have Roy raising his brow for a few reasons. He squinted his gaze as if he was almost offended by his comparison, but he was totally playing.
”Rob Zombie? I think you’ve got your movies crossed, love… Try a little more eyes wide shut, only I’m lot taller… Oni sumo woman? that is certainly remarkable. Strong woman I imagine, I’ve met some very charming women in sumo."
Roy could even wonder how this even remotely sprang Rob Zombie, although maybe next halloween it may give him an idea. Rob Zombie’s films whilst often disturbing, weren’t completely bad, Roy probably wasn’t completely far from being an american reject. Although Halloween hardly needed to be remade, but call Roy a sucker for the classic. Roy offered the actual movie his costume was actually from, although he was a lot taller than Tom Cruise… An Oni Sumo, now that was remarkable in its own right… Roy had to almost blink to really try and put that together. Mostly cos whilst he maybe a nerd at times, he felt far less of a nerd not really having much of a clue what an Oni even was… Sumo, well, he knew a little more about, though he cared less about practically being sat on, but he’d certainly met some interesting sort. Some, there was still a lot of steroids in sumo, which Roy was a far less fan of. He couldn’t say he made a point to watch it. UFC on the other hand… There was an added smile in response to Naomi calling this a strange Halloween. Somehow to Roy Halloween wasn’t Halloween if it wasn’t at least a little strange. It was F*ing Halloween after all. If it wasn’t for the party, Roy probably binge on old zombie movies, well if there was no hero work to do. Of course… Roy charmingly straightened himself, like any worthy gentleman should as Naomi stretched out a hand and greeted him, offering her name. Roy intently whilst gently received it with his hand and delighted her with also a kiss to her hand.
”It is a pleasure, Detective. I can sure there is no service required, however if there is anything I am capable to offer, I’d gladly offer it… Yakasuma, that is a beautiful and unique name. If it is not too personal, I’d very much be delighted to hear of its origins, if you don’t mind of course?"
Charmingly as ever, Roy responded. The fact she was a detective, he almost felt bad he’d not spotted that, but suppose its expected with everyone in costumes. Hiding. He was a little taken back at her offering her service, somehow it seemed like an outdated thing to say. It was concerning if she offered this freely to others, because others may just take her up on that. Roy wouldn’t do that… Roy picked at some cheese from his plate, perhaps that was fried too who knew, it was delightful. Popped it in his mouth to melt as he was sincerely curious about her name. Japanese? Roy didn’t exactly want to assume. He’d visited Japan a few times in his life. It was certainly a magical place. Far more lit up that Gotham, but it was probably only Vegas that could potentially top it.
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Nov 5, 2015 8:22:48 GMT -5
Spending a great deal of time and effort. Particularly in getting dressed. Putting an outfit together, wasn’t exactly something Zahira as often did, apart from maybe her Serpent outfits… But, really at this point, she’d done that so many times, it was almost like breathing… Getting ready for a special occasion, like a party was certainly different. It could even rattle the nerves, as it was so far out of Zahira’s comfort zones and it was more than likely she’d slip up with something. She couldn’t even say if it was something she enjoyed, she liked to keep herself very disciplined that it never crossed her mind to really enjoy something. Really only time she took a slither of enjoy was in working out and in her job. Both of which were vital for what she needed to do. Anything else, she tended to avoid or just not be aware of. Not until Gotham has Zahira been to a party. Being in the position she was as a curator at the Museum, she was occasionally invited and was encouraged to attend. There was also the high chance something disastrous could happen, so there maybe a couple overlapping reasons, Zahira had decided to attend the Halloween Masquerade Ball… The dress code being masks and costumes. Meant Zahira need to either dig a little deeper in her pockets or she could make something. Zahira decided on the latter. She was no designer, but she sure knew her way with a needle and thread. Even managed to work a sewing machine. She wasn’t as fortunate as others and tended to be very particularly how she spend her pennies. There had been many occasions Zahira has had to put things together herself…
Zahira's halloween costume, it took a little time. It certainly helped having already decided on what it would be early on. A Mummy. It was fitting perhaps on several levels. Zahira may have actually found a little enjoyment in making it. Of course the pay off, was actually slipping it on and zipping it up. It fit, perfectly. Zahira could be someone with an eye for detailing, so it shouldn’t be too surprising. With all the varies wraps in her mummy style strapless gown. With some of the excess fabric, Zahira wrapped some around her arms and even a little around her neck. The finishing touch with the pop of colour from the belt with the eye of Horus, just kinda made the dress pop. With a statement Egyptian in style necklace, most likely already personally owned. To go along with the head piece for her hair, with the bright blue gem. Her hair was pulled a little away from her face by the headdress, but otherwise her hair was left out cascading in sleek black locks. Make-up took little time, as Zahira was familiar and knew exactly what to do. With black eyeliner, some touches of gold and blue. A faint dark ruby lip. Slipping on simple gold sandals, hidden under the dress. All that was left was the mask. For moment that had actually been a little harder to decide, with her line of work, she actually had some options. Designs. Though when her choice hit her, it totally made the most sense. Anubis. The god of mummification. Perhaps it was more worn by men at parties, Zahira really wasn’t so bothered by that. A black mask, with simple golden highlights. Zahira didn’t need much look in the mirror to know she was ready…
It wasn’t far off the arriving time, that Zahira had arrived at the building. One merely needed to peer up from the outside. The play of lights and booming sound of music, it was clear signs of a party… There also seemed to be evident use of red, even simply seen by the light play. Halloween was still very much new to her. As it still caused a slight eye turn to see varies creatures of the night out so opening, not to mention heading into a party. Suppose it would have been easy to have played that role. Her fangs were completely her own, but somehow for her it just seemed bad taste. Being the Black Serpent just wasn’t simply a character and to some she may very well be a monster. She couldn’t also risk someone looking a little too close and realising her fangs weren’t fake. Besides, a mummy was just as fitting if not more so. There was a little restriction in how big her steps could be, but Zahira completely owned it. It would be hard to fault her balance. Entering through the door, slithering in with her quiet self. She was never much of a loud person. She’d rather expected to blend in. Keep to herself. It was probably easier to do with varies people at a party. Already as she motioned through there people heading in varies directions and filling the room. There was a lot of vibrations she felt, they rippled like a drum, until she broke out of it from the sound of the elevator doors a little further opening. Noting the sign to the dance floor, Zahira was exactly ready for that, although she sure enjoyed dancing. She used a lot of dancing in her training and martial arts, but it was perhaps a different style. That and it was normal her by herself. Zahira kinda left it at a mute point.
Deciding to stick to the dining area. Least for now. Zahira had motioned towards the food area. Pulling for a plate. Began looking at the varies food options, some looking questionable. She was still adjusting to this side of the world. She hardly expected to find something she was more comfortably use it, until she found what seemed to be some kind of curry. Zahira certainly liked curry, particularly fish curry, it wasn’t easy to find as good of a curry in Gotham, but not impossible. Zahira didn’t expect much from this one as she put some on her plate, she was open minded of course. Adding on some rice… Hmmm, perhaps a dim sum or two. Why not? Zahira then took a short mission to find a table, there were a few filled, but still some free as it was early in the night. She took a seat at one, randomly picking it, that was set a little aside from the centre. Even moments as Zahira had claimed her seat. Did a waiter asked if Zahira wanted a drink? Zahira decided on some tropical cocktail concoction. She was also disciplined when it came to alcohol and it was certainly still very early in the night. After a short wait and a little sampling of her curry. Her drink arrived in its overly colourful appearance. It smelled colourful… At the first sip, it was also fizzy and really not that bad. Putting it down. Zahira then pinned a dim sum to divide and eat. With keeping much to herself, with just a dark gaze here and there around the room. Dancing a little with the rose petal looking things on the roof panels. Perhaps another reminder she was far, far from home!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2015 8:44:28 GMT -5
Naomi couldn't help but smile sheepishly, sure she wasn't very big on the pop culture and the disturbing horresque entertainment, but that was an easy mistake that she didn't have to miss had she just given it a little more for thought.
"yeah...sorry I should have realized that."
Naomi could really tell that the whole Oni Sumo thing threw Roy for a loop.
"An Oni is more commonly known in Japanese Folklore as beings that devoured the souls of innocent people. In real life, they are an ancient race of almost ogre like beings with powerful uses of magic. Fear spells being a top favorite. They were like Freddy Kruger before he was cool. they participated in Sumo like competitions long before humans and unlike Japan, Participation was equal amongst both sexes. In fact, it used to be that in order to pick a mate, a male Oni would have to beat the woman he wanted in a sumo match."
"Course what do you expect us to do with all of our bulk?"
The voice that came out of Naomi's mouth was a lot thicker and husker than Naomi's normal voice to be a simple slip of the tongue. Naomi started to pale as she realized Yakasuma herself was trying to butt in
Please not now.
Why do you keep trying to shut me out? I'm just as much a part of you.
do you want people to freak?
No I want you to stop pretending to be something you are not.
Naomi continued as if nothing was happening
"I'm surprised you were aware that it exist. To be honest the only people I know interested in that kind of thing are basically those weird people that are in to Really fat chicks. As for my name, it is a long story....and a bit unbelievable. I'm not sure you would believe me even if I told you."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2015 15:23:24 GMT -5
“Yeah, I… uh.. we can share… the french fries I mean. Or... whatever is on your plate. Jello.. not with my hands. Uh. No.” Barbara nodded in a stuttering mess, and lowered her mask when she knew whatever reason she had it up completely useless; even if she did want to keep hiding. Then he lifted her hand, she let him, and she literally felt her heart skip a beat.
Oh my God, what’s he doing? “Oh my God!” It escaped her, she didn’t like the word giggle, but it described what came out of her as Roy kissed her hand. Barbara remembered looking at his profile, remembered seeing photos of him, but it was always a different experience seeing someone in real life.
He was charming, too much for his own good. Though she couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss him back. She kept saying it would be betraying Dick, yet she couldn’t rationalize that he cheated on her with Kory, so whatever she did it was okay. She hasn’t spoken with him in a while, he was probably busy.
Just stop smiling, stop with that stupid big smile Babs, what are you doing? Is Dick here? Oh my god, what would he think if he saw you laughing like a doofus? Stop it. Stop.
“It’s a-… uhh.” Barbara continued to stutter, as she pulled herself together and clear her throat. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Harper.” She said cracking a smile as an image of him naked flashed in her mind’s eye. God, what’s wrong with you, Barbara? You’ve never been this bad in front of guys before. She plucked a mini pie off the plate that was pushed her way and bit down on the point through a smile.
Crack it up to not talking or seeing anyone for weeks on end, locking herself in the Clocktower and doing nothing but working as a coordinator for the Family, and for the Justice League, and the JSA, as well as the GCPD. Researching, working on cases, digging up files, she hadn’t seen the outside world in nearly three months straight; especially since she was reworking the Clocktower after its demise from the Central City Rogues.
The hacker didn’t want to seem needy, most guys weren’t looking to get attached, much less get attached to a cripple. She was calming herself down, though, she wasn’t sure if her blushing was showing or not. “So, are you seeing anyone, Roy?”
Oh smooth Babs. Really smooth.
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Nov 8, 2015 22:38:49 GMT -5
There was little ways to tell how Barbara would react. Really to anything, let alone himself, but Roy was never really shy. Least not in being a little forward and sometimes it landed him in trouble. Often it was worth it or at least trying. Certainly there was curiosity as to who really was Barbara Gordon. Hearing was never like seeing… Perhaps it was like Batman to find her in a rather solitary space at this party. Roy was all too happy to fill that. Even if it went as far as breaking the tension and offering her some food. Who said chivalry was dead? Sure there was the chance she could have completely shut him down and pushed his plate in shear angst, but she didn’t. Somehow Roy’s instincts were right. Whatever it was, it certainly was nice when you weren’t rejected. Roy naturally smiled at Barbara’s words and making a clear B-line at his fries. It really only made him push his plate that little bit more. Pulling for a fry for himself. Biting into it as she had. His dark eyes framed by his mask danced upon her. No words were spoken. It really didn’t feel like there were words he could find… Sometimes action. Body language spoke louder. There was a little amusement at her stuttering, not at her, than merely observing the cuteness of it… The mention of Jello, certainly caused a charming brow to be raised. Hmmm, perhaps she was right, how could he expect her to use her hands. As he had taken one of hers in hand. How could he justify in getting them messy? Of course these were mostly playful thoughts, being a potentially ‘stuttering mess’ really wasn’t a turn off. Not in the slightest, whilst he could look dashing in a suit, he wasn’t uptight like Bruce or even Oliver. Though somewhat very similar in ways, he could take any opportunity. Nor would he ever be too pushy. So, if she didn’t want to pick up the jello… Roy certainly did, delicate enough not to split the wobbly formation and lift it up. Towards her lips. Not by any forceful way, if she really didn’t want any, he’d happily eat it if preferred. Though for now, he settled with lightly brushing and tracing her lips. No doubt it least give her a sweet taste.
All while Roy had held her hand in his other hand. Lightly. Delicately. Yet, with every bit of attention. Thus her reaction wasn’t completely surprising, but it certainly was pleasing to see… Heck, even feel. With his hands. His fingers touching the curve of her wrist. Barbara wasn’t the only one feeling the skipping beats caused by her heart. However he could almost attest it was just as rapid as it was really skipping. Suppose that was still expressing a lot. Even more so as if everything went fluttering at the sensation of his lips to her skin. Her words had merely caused the creases to his lips to smile, before slowly retreating his lips. Who said romance was dead? He honestly couldn’t blame her if she was suddenly feeling like a high school teenager again, he wasn’t completely immune himself, he had to admit and there really wasn’t anything wrong with that… Although he could honestly say, Dick at this point hardly if any slipped into his mind. Suppose it wasn’t completely unnatural if Barbara was, although it had been a few years… Even for Roy himself with Donna, it hadn’t completely made him forget what he had felt, but he’d certainly made himself move on. Particularly in the moment when she had married the other red head. Really it all didn’t seem to matter when now, Donna wasn't even alive and Roy would have done anything to keep her here. Even if she’d lost the use of her legs as Barbara had. It was ten times better than watching her slip away in his arms… But even if he could imagine those scenarios, he knew he had no right to do so. Not to Donna and certainly not to Barbara. Who was very much alive. As was evident by her pulse. If he’d been aware at all of what she was telling herself. Particularly in regards to smiling. He totally would have encouraged it and maybe he was… Or at least not helping. As he was giving her all his undivided attention. Offering his own smiles. His own gaze from his eyes. That accidental graze of hands upon the plate, with the slight possibility it wasn’t completely accidental.
”Finally? How long have you been anticipating it?"
It certainly wasn’t helping as Roy playfully teases in his questioning. That slight poke that there had been more suggestion in her words. Unknowingly perhaps or perhaps he completely messing with her. Completely in a friendly way of course. A super friendly way. He wasn’t going to deny ever feel… They could be. Friends. Of course he never pictured this… Especially a domino mask. Somehow now, it was perhaps meant to be. Many steps forward from there only communicating being mostly centred on a computer. Suppose that wasn’t completely out there, given the whole social media world they now lived on. Although he really didn’t want to see himself as the guy picking up girls on some questionable site or Facebook. It was never quite the same as real life face value. Nor the sight of Barbara Gordon biting into a mini pie. Priceless… Of course whilst offering his undivided attention, he couldn’t completely help dividing it a little. Enough for the woman Roy had certainly known nothing about. Naomi in certainly in a very creative costume.
”Oh, I’m sure its an easy mistake to make.”
Roy had politely in his attempt to reassure. He had certainly not been offended, but then he was Roy. He was generally free spirited enough to not let things bother him so much. Of course thats not to say he couldn’t get angry if he had a reason to, he was still a human and a man… A man that was very particularly interested in what exactly this detective was dressed at and even as she began to detail. It certainly could cause the head to spin a little. He’d certainly not expected it to be like that, but he honestly couldn’t imagine what he’d imagined. It all seemed very fantasy based, but he certainly wasn’t out of the loop. As far as Japan goes. He was somewhat surprised he’d not heard of an Oni in that case, but as Naomi went on. It was clearer as to why he hadn’t. Who would so willing believe it… Though from the confidence in her voice and details. He could easily imagine she very much did.
”That sounds intense. I hardly know why I’ve never heard of any of this, I’ve spent some time in Japan. I quite enjoyed it… Really? I guess culture is always different, but I could never justify a reason for a man to hit a woman… What the hell was that?"
Whilst Roy’s response wasn’t in depth, it was mostly because he didn’t entirely know how to grasp it all, but nonetheless he was genuine with what he did respond with. Suppose when you live in a world where someone like Constantine and Zatanna exist. Who really knows the stretch magic could go. He could barely understand it himself… Even less why he hadn’t heard it from what time he had actually spent in Japan. Of course he left out why he had been there, no one needed to know whether it was for business or pleasure. Perhaps even both. There was a time when he did very much have Oliver’s check book in his back pocket… It was certainly an odd thing as Naomi had detailed the male Oni defeating the female. Although perhaps even as he spoke his own feeling. Perhaps that was the difference. They weren’t human. They weren’t man or woman… Although even in his process to grasping any of this. There was a change in her voice. Not even subtle. Enough to warrant Roy turn of attention. What the hell was that or more who the hell was that? Of course Roy needn’t to play to intrigued and more just realistically a little freaked out. Given in reality, he had face many creatures in his life, this really was just adding to the bunch of weird things in this world and even other worlds.
”Well, I wouldn’t go so far as to say interested, but I certainly am aware. Now, no I’m not into ‘really fat chicks’, I’m just into women. I’d be hypocritical if I limited myself because of something so superficial. It would also be a lie to not admit I tend to be drawn to strong women, I mean if you want to believe I have a type… Oh, honey! If you count everything in this world right now, you’d be surprised. Or not surprised. I’m really hardly shocked anymore, myself. I barely even know what the ‘o’ face expression, feels like anymore!"
Roy somewhat tried a little clarifying, but probably let his mouth get a little away from him. Though he was confident he’d meant most of what he said. He really didn’t hinder to much about weight, because clearly looking at him. Fat was certainly not much of a problem on his more slender shape, but he wasn’t going to sit there with this assumption he was completely closed minded. Nor was he sitting here thinking about his dream fat woman. He be stereotyping, unfairly in his opinion. When in reality, he was into women in general… Of course going by his track record, they’d seemingly been very strong with the high possibility to kick his ass, perhaps somehow that was attractive, but he’d had relations with different women. Even from out of this world. Many would consider him a playboy, like Oliver, but Roy saw it a little different. As he wasn’t pretending in giving his attention and perhaps somewhere deep he was in this forever search. For the woman that had been missing in his life from the very beginning. His mother. He couldn’t even be certain it was true she’d died in child birth. She didn’t even know her name and his father died when he was but two years old. So there really no one that knew, alive. Having been so young, Roy grew knowing no other life, but sure perhaps there was maybe something missing. Something he wasn’t even aware of himself… His tone had been more playful and light, but he hadn’t pressed for any more information. Least not directly about Naomi’s last name. However, he least could say he was open. There was hints, very vague and probably only Barbara would really even understand in the lives they lead. Maybe Naomi could in a way as detective. Roy mostly played it light. With a touch of humour. Sometimes that was really the only way you could handle it.
”That might depend on what you mean by ‘seeing’… Is this the scotch talking or are you looking for a dance partner? I’d be more than honoured to take you for a spin… You might know a friend of mine… Mr Stone… Have you seen him dance without legs? Your wheels, are no excuse."
Roy’s attention was easily brought back at the blushing and the curious question, that Barbara had asked. Playfully Roy responded as he seeing her very pointedly, as a hand lightly played at the loose strands of her red hair. He couldn’t feel just in giving her a yes or no answer. He couldn’t know how aware she was or how much alcohol she had drank, not that he was judging her for it, but he couldn’t justify in anyway that would make her feel taken advantage off. Or something she may regret later. Besides it was party, why put pressure on anything so soon and Roy genuinely asked if she was looking to dance. Of course he hadn’t meant any suggestions about her condition when he’d offered to give her a spin, but he quickly realised soon that she may take it that way. His eyes did for the first time now, glances at the wheels below. He brushed a hand over the rim of the one closest to him. He could feel that was a high chance she’d think this would put him off. Maybe even scare him off, but he really would be shallow then. Besides with many friends he had as he mentioned Cyborg and his lack was real limbs. The occasion in which his robotics were taken off for whatever reason. It certainly didn’t stop him. Not that Roy was in anyways trying to compare situations or conditions, but merely encouraging her that her wheels really weren’t an excuse. She may not be able to dance as she once was, but he was hoping she’d be open to allow him to show her that she still could dance.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2015 0:57:37 GMT -5
Naomi absolutely refused to lie. She hated it when people lied. her whole job was to call the liars out. So when it came to her powers, she was no different. She was going she'd tell the truth and the stuff that they needed to know. "That..was part of that whole I don't think you'd believe me if I told you the origin of my name."
Normally stuff like a different voice coming out of a person's mouth would be a possession but in fact, she was not possessed. Yakasuma was not a different entity but rather she was another part of Naomi or rather an over exaggerated another part of Naomi.
"There is no hitting in those kind of matches. These matches mainly just involve grappling. mainly to playfully show off strength. Kind of like how one would tussle with a sibling and I know what you are thinking, but Oni's are every bit as man and woman as you or I. To be honest, that's actually what makes thier origins...interesting to say the least."
she found herself intrigued by Roy's last comment. "a lot of it is brought on by misrepersentations brought on by fetishes. not all of it is horrible inaccurate, more just exaggerated."
There was something about Roy hat seemed odd. Almost like he knew how to live dangerously. He was too smooth, too claim. the kind of person that had faced in the eyes of danger. Was he a superhero or a vigilante, she didn't know.
" Not every fat girl is one that's an unhealthy coch potato wrestlers are a good example of this. but quite frankly you seem like the kind of man that would have deep respect for a woman with a good amount of physical strength, "
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2015 13:23:26 GMT -5
Okay, stop. What are you doing Babs? He’s out of your league, and you’re in a wheelchair. Barbara looked down at his hand that had rested on her wheel, and it only made it clear to her that she was acting foolish. Her smile faded as she lowered her mask, placing it face down on the table. Suddenly, she wasn’t in the mood for anything anymore; as she felt her humanity and condition got in the way.
The only people that she really felt close to, sent messages in Helvetica bold on her computer screen so it would be easier on her eyes to read, there was a reason she didn’t like getting out much. That was kind of like true love, wasn’t it?
“Uh, no I don’t want to dance, Mr. Harper.” She said cold and plainly.
She felt like she came off too harsh, his previous question didn’t feel like it even applied to her anymore. It was the sting of feeling like she was only half a person; she felt like any inkling she had of self worth was a delusion by her drunken state. The cripple was only mad at herself for realizing it sooner.
At this point, she didn’t care if Dinah had to take a cab home, Barbara just didn’t want to embarrass herself any further than she felt like she already had. She just wanted out. Thinking of the men compatible with her, the redhead felt in her bones that Roy was just too good for her, she needed to get hit with reality, as it was always knocking on her door before she decided to answer it.
“If it’s all the same to you Roy, you seem to be hitting it off pretty well with Detective Naomi, I think I’ll take my leave.”
Barbara rolled her wheelchair away from Roy’s reach slowly, and looked at him with an indiscernible expression on her face.
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Nov 9, 2015 19:23:55 GMT -5
It was natural when one wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, to just somehow roll with it. Which was what Roy was sensually doing in response to Naomi and this whole world filled with sumo wrestling Onis. Weird voices coming out. Suppose it being Halloween, he could just put it down she was extremely good with her costume…. Or there was a small chance she really had voices in her head. In most cases that be troubling… More troubling was the relaxed demeanour… Her words, were certainly suggestive, but certainly didn’t paint the crisp picture. Or made it clear to Roy, but sure he was used to the weirder things. So much so, that the next would often weigh out what had been weird before… Really, all he could take from it, was this wasn’t just a costume. Guess, good for her. It would have saved money. Roy hardly even spent any himself, apart from the mask. It had been so cheap, he’d almost felt he’d stolen. What was Oliver’s, was sometimes his to take
”Wrestling… I guess that makes sense… I don’t really have siblings to really know, well suppose… Interesting, so they’re like metahumans?"
Duh, Roy! As it clicked to the whole sumo wrestling. Of course she meant grappling. Sure something Roy had some familiar ties to… Of course the whole comparing it to sibling rivalry. Completely fell on unfamiliar waters. He’d been an only child and sensually the only one left from his family. He was the last Harper, for all he knew… Of course, falling in with the Teen Titans. Suppose he wasn’t completely out of the sibling kind of loop. Particularly kicking Dick Grayson’s ass, but yeah they could certainly go beyond grappling. So maybe that was a poor example… Roy couldn’t know if he’d completely go with calling these Onis humans, but suppose with the humans in this world with unspeakable powers… Suppose, they weren’t short of being Meta. Roy was still not entirely sure he understood. Perhaps he himself was coming off odd. As a hero or a vigilante? Please, Roy was no hero. Not right now. If one was questioning his ‘worldly’ experiences. He could simply put it down to being a ‘Rockstar’, well maybe not a overly well made rockstar, but one nonetheless… He was a musician. There was also the fact he’d lived with Oliver Queen. Who really in their right mind, could think a drunk like Roy could know how to shoot an arrow straight, nonetheless shoot one with his eyes closed… Yeah, in his secret life, he was that good. He liked to think he was better at covering his tracks than Superman. Seriously, who can’t see it.
”Oh for sure, I have respect for strong women… I wouldn’t put it just down to physical…"
Roy concluded, although he was sure he’d sort of already confirmed that. With half a smirk, though it wasn’t simply down to physical. What moron seriously weighs a woman against another woman. It doesn’t make them the same. To him, he was adamant in seeing every woman in their own unique and gifted ways. They were certainly far better than he could ever be. Certainly at even attempting to read their minds. Roy liked to think he had some kind of instinct, but he really couldn’t know… How Barbara was feeling? What she was going through? He’d liked to think, the fact he was trying it would mean something… If he’d known, he probably wouldn’t have done as simply as touched the wheels of her chair, but it somehow didn’t subside what ever feeling inside him, that had wanted to. Not because that was all he saw. No, to show he saw everything inspire of the chair. Half of him was perhaps thinking of ways to customise it, he was a boy still, but perhaps he was one… Many steps ahead of Barbara accepting the reality, that she was in a wheelchair. Perhaps she was still in the notion she was bound, but it really was hardly how he saw it. Nor, that he felt in any way superior or out of her league… If anything, he’s see it the other way around. For whilst she may have lost the use of her legs, she still ten times smarter than he was and no matter what state she was in. A smart woman, like her, was always intimating, but this was Roy. He didn’t just cower with a tail between his legs. As they say, you never know if you don’t try… Not that he was expecting much, maybe just for her to see someone, not completely screwed up. Which he most certainly was. At the sudden change in her demeanour… Her cold words. It most certainly caused a snap in his. Even if he didn’t show it, he never like to show to much of what was really below the surface. With the sensation of the lump now in his throat and realising. He’d maybe jumped over a ledge.
”Oh, well… We don’t have to dance… We can just sway. I am a musician. I tend to just sway!"
Smooth, Harper. Smooth. When in doubt potentially just make fun of yourself. As he swayed ridiculously in his seating. Offering an incredibly innocent amusing play on his lips. He was never to big of himself, not to admit when he was stupid. Which was a lot of the time. He couldn’t blame Barbara if she just saw an idiot beside her, that had potentially failed to delight her. Of course, there was a level of concern, merely over just how aware she was. Not judgement, but understanding. Given he’s on many occasion drunk himself into so many ditches in his life, even before he was eighteen. It was certainly a long step to even think Barbara would, but it didn’t make her situation any less delicate… To which it certainly tugged at him, when she spoke.. Pulled. Began to roll away. Seriously, Harper? Great. As he felt certainly the idiot now who had chased her off. The weight falling on his shoulders, he certainly felt, but he would be an even idiot if he just remained where he was… Of course, there was the risk, he’d make it worse. He was Roy Harper, but he’d hate himself if he didn’t try. In all his flaws, he didn’t lack caring. Is anything, he cared too much. Thankfully, Barbara only rolled slowly. Of course he was known as Speedy, so he would have dealt with that. He instantly picked himself up and went after Barbara. Placing a hand on her shoulder. Hoping, she’d stop long enough to hear him.
”Please, stay Barbara. I’m sorry… That was crude, I barely know what to say most of the time… But, I am a good listener… Or, at least I think I am!“"
He let his emotions speak honestly. Maybe that would merit something, as he felt the pang deep within his chest. He didn’t always have the best self control over himself, it was no excuse, but he could admit he perhaps wasn’t so gifted. As he motioned around, to face her still very Barbara Gordon despite her new wheels. Roy naturally lowered himself, instinctually just to be at her level. Offering to take her hand in his, as nothing more than someone that was trying to understand who she was. He was here. He was trying, whatever that was worth to her. He offered a loose smile at his possible short comings, he’s never pretend he knew everything or the answers… As she mentioned hims offering his attention to also Naomi, he looked back at Naomi and then Barbara. With a subtle frown on his face, that perhaps she had confused what he was doing or perhaps what he had said to Naomi. Perhaps he wasn’t great with balancing, but he didn’t like to be rude.
”You are a strong woman, I’m sure you can still kick my ass… Unless you’ve lost the use off your knuckles… Punch me, I deserve it. Forgive me!"
Without hesitation, Roy said with confidence. Even if he didn’t know Barbara on such a personal level, but you could easily measure someones strength by their eyes. Which Roy didn’t attempt to flee from. There was an intenseness there, he was sure as he smirked. She could indeed beat him up. Physically and hey, even virtually. As Roy lightly motioned to brush her knuckles with his fingers. Of course there was no stopping her from running over him and completely ditching him, but he had a little faith. As let go off her hand and turned his cheek to her. With a light pointing to it. He did indeed leave it wide open for her. There was perhaps so many things running around inside, she might very well want to hit something. Roy could totally take it. Though there was the slight presence, a hint of a playful smile on his lips. As if perhaps he could least attempt to make herself smile. Laugh, maybe that was a stretch, but Roy would totally be down for it. Otherwise, he very much carry the bruise with honour. Hopefully she could at least forgive him, for any hurt he had caused!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2015 17:34:15 GMT -5
Barbara sighed as Roy swayed side to side in his chair to show just how one could possibly dance from a chair. She pursed her lips and shook her head. “Roy, you know how people who can’t dance say they have two left feet? I can’t use either of them. You’re drunk, I’m drunk. We both said things we didn’t mean, it’s no one’s fault. You know how to get in contact with me if you need.” She said beginning her descent; okay a little dramatic for saying she was attempting to roll away from the awkwardness of the situation.
When he had his hand on her shoulder, the sensation of touch shrilled through her; Barbara wasn’t sure if she was mad or not, but it got her to stop her chair. “Look, I thought the conversation was going one way, and I was just too caught up in what I wanted.” She explained, “I think I just want to get out of here before I upset myself anymore.” It wasn’t that she was upset with Naomi, she was just comfortable with removing herself knowing that he wouldn’t be so lonely, not that he didn’t have a problem with finding other women to speak to.
Folding her arms and cocking her head at him, she sighed again; it was like it was becoming a thing. “You’re sweet, Roy.” She admitted in long lasting blink, he was close to her, probably too close. “And you’re charming, too much for your own good.” She placed a hand against what she thought was his cheek area, it was hard to tell since the mask he wore covered a good area from his face up. “It’s been a long night for me. Thanks for trying to cheer me up.”
Then she kissed him. It wasn’t long enough to suggest anything, merely one a friend would give another friend; she would have given it to him on his cheek, but as mentioned before, most of his face was covered. Like hell she was going to go out without getting something in return for this night. Barbara pulled away, slowly, feeling confident for the first time all night.
And that was it. Barbara shrugged and went along her way to the exit.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2015 0:25:40 GMT -5
Naomi didn't know quite how to react at the situation at this point, and quite frankly doing so would be pointless. It was from thier she decided to go ahead and go to the dining section of the room. Whether out a sheer cruel irony, or just a very hilarious form of coincidence, they were serving chanko nabe soup. Not that it really hurt her feelings, Naomi loved the stuff she just found it a bit ironic considering her choice of costume or more accurately her appearance deciding to just people watch she observed the crows. the people of Gotham were interesting and if anything could be said about them, it's that they were full of surprises. chanko nabe soup Also known as Sumo Soup
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2015 20:18:54 GMT -5
Stephanie presented her fake ID at the door, her heart skipping a few beats. Tim was more confident than she was, in fact he came up with the idea to come to the masquerade. She didn't want to tell him, but she was dreading it since they made plans. She didn't know what she could wear, I mean it was supposed to be slightly fancy, right?; she was worried about getting in, even though Tim got some really good fake ID's and the masks blocked most of the facial features that made them look too young; and she was worried about who she was going to see there, it was a cops masquerade, right? She didn't think sneaking into an 18-21+ masquerade was a great idea, but she obliged anyways.
Stephanie and Tim tried to come up with somewhat fancy and festive costumes. She had dressed as a sort of adaptation of a witch: she was wearing knee high black boots that were pointed at the toes, an eggplant dress with a black knit shawl over it, a claw ring on her left pointer finger, and a black mask. Tim dressed as an adaptation of a vampire.
They both got through the entrance without a hitch, and made their way to the dining area. Stephanie smiled and sat down as TIm pulled out her chair. She began scanning the room around her, looking at all the people. There were quite a few people that just looked like gothamites, but there were some that clearly weren't. Some people just acted differently if they are special, vigilante, metahuman, villain, they just act different. Of course, it was easier to tell if you yourself are one of those people. Off towards the bar there was a ginger guy dressed up in a silly costume, he was certainly different. Stephanie continued scanning the room for more people. One person caught her eye. It was a large woman, who seemed to be dressed up as some sort of super sumo. While she was big, she seemed fit. Like she could totally take someone down. Stephanie nodded to herself and shrugged thinking She could probablt beat me up. It was really high quality makeup and costume the woman was wearing, if it even was makeup and a costume. This woman seemed special too.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2015 20:29:30 GMT -5
Tim looked over and smiled at Stephanie as they walked towards the entrance. She smiled back and he blushed a little. When they reached the door, Tim confidently presented his fake ID and walked past the man, stopping to wait for Stephanie. He was half surprised she even made it through, she looked so nervous. Tim had to remind himself, that while Stephanie was also a vigilante, she hadn’t done as much undercover work as he had with Bruce. But nevertheless, she made it through.
Tim had gone dressed as a slightly formal adaptation of a vampire. He wore pointed black loafers, black dress pants, a black vest over a white dress shirt and a blood red tie, and fake fangs he glued to his teeth. While you could tell they weren’t his real teeth, they were classy. Just on his top canine teeth, and there were small, they really only made his teeth look a bit pointier. He also sported a red domino mask, to cover his face from any cop who might get the idea that they looked a bit too young to be there.
As Tim pulled out Stephanie’s chair, he looked at her and smiled again. He looked her up and down. She looked beautiful in her costume. He went and sat down and began looking around at the people around them. He wasn’t too worried about anyone seeing them, but he recognized a few people. He follow Stephanie’s gaze to see who she was looking at. He saw Roy Harper over at the bar. He’d hung out with Roy a couple times with Dick, and he started to worry that maybe Roy would recognize him. Then again, the older man was usually pretty cool about those things. He looked at a table around them, and noticed a woman. He felt like he recognized her. She looked like a cop he had run into a couple times during investigations, but a bit different.
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