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8 yrs ago
Current Ever had that moment were you've just lost a battle of wills with your dog and think to yourself, "maybe I should be the one sleeping on the floor"? I have. It's oddly liberating.
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9 yrs ago
My Lit Lecturer used Matt Fraction's Hawkeye run to display the effect of narratology in class today. It's the first thing he's spoken about all term that I've actually read.
9 yrs ago
How good is the Punisher in Netflix's Daredevil series? "Just some guys who are about to walk into a diner for the last time." That line is so manly it could make a toddler sprout a beard.
9 yrs ago
The Justice League trailer is giving me mixed emotions. On the one hand, I desperately want to get hyped. On the other, Snyder and co have burnt me too many times in the past. I'm a conflicted mess.
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9 yrs ago
What? The Lethal Weapon tv show isn't utter garbage at all, instead being an enjoyable watch. What the fuck is the world coming to?
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For all you know I'm handsome as hell. Let's keep it that way.

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I can see back and forth insults are going to be the colour of Q and Cassandra's relationship. . . With Armoury occasionally hitting him.
A sigh of displeasure escapes my lips as I turn to face Cassandra. Her sarcasm is hardly condusive, though I should have expected as much from her. She presents herself as an intellectual, one who considers information as power. There is some supporting evidence to her act, though like all those possesed of her crude type of cunning it is very easy to rattle her cage, to disturb her air of superiority. Now she lashes out, as transparant as glass. "Yes, yes, I'm sure if sarcasm was a science you would hold a PhD, but the fact of the matter is that the answer to Ditto's current situation is really very obvious. Someone who considers herself 'the smartest person in the room', should be able to figure it out toot-sweet. Especially as I managed it with my distinct lack of powers." And there you have it. I have cut to the core of Cassandra's dislike for me. It isn't my direspect for others privacy, or my blunt attitude. After all, I have my suspicions that she employs similar means to achieve her goals when others present themselves as an obstacle. No, her real problem is that I more than likely usurp her role as 'the smart one'. She views me as the Cassandra 2.0. She needn't worry though. Mother says they broke the mould when they made me, though I am inclined to disagree. There was no mould for my development, as I am completely unique. Never before was there one like me and never again will the world see my like again. I care very little for "taking someones place". I leave that juvenile behavior to the uneducated masses, all willing to climb all over each other to reach the top. "Though as I can hardly resist the temptation to truly earn my new nickname, thank you for that by the way Miss. Sun, I will elucidate, just this once. You see Mr Darukk shares a psychic link with all of his many doubles, which you would no doubt know already as I imagine it common practice for one to read up on their teammates. While this link does have it's advantages, wordless communications and being able to transfer the 'prime' conciousness at will amongst them, it also has its drawbacks. Chief amongst them being that any damage the doubles suffers is reflected back upon the original. If the damage proves sufficent, say the death of a double, then there is the possibility of the original 'blacking out'." "Upon discovery of our comatose leader, and already being aware of his weakness I activated the alarm, knowing you would all come toddling along at a pace that suited you all." I stop and check my watch. One minute and twenty two seconds, and still most hadn't arrived, a shameful display. I shake my head and tsk theatrically, for no other reason than to annoy the two woman. I admit I am a little ashamed that I am lowering myself to their level. "I have since checked the police broadcasts in the area, fairly certain of what I would find. Sure enough, there are two consecutive bank robberies just off of Grell Street. Suspects appear to be Captain Cold, Heatwave, Spinning-Top and Girder. All of the Flashes Rogues, and all considered extremely dangerous. My theory is that one of the Ditto's came across this disturbance and relayed the message back to the original. Ditto-Prime then attempted to set off the alarm, but his double was injured, or more likely killed, before he had the chance." I stop to let the information sink in, while cursing my own arrogance. I'll probably have to explain that to everyone else now too!
Did my own post. After all, I wanted to write Tea practically dragging Kendra along. XP Also, Kendra being sarcastic, because that hasn't happened yet.
I'll wait for someone else to post before replying (Don't wanna break that no back-to-back posting rule) but the sarcasm will be acknowledged! Edit; I broke the no back-to-back posting rule. I'm a renegade.
Even teenier reaction post. I like playing the team dick.
Cassandra and Tea are the first to respond to the alarm, Tea bumbling over to Ditto's body to check his vitals. She then asks me if I know how he ended up in his current state. At least she shows a admirable level of self awareness as, yes, it was a stupid question. "Of course." I answer her absentmindedly, calmly awaiting the rest of the team to arrive.
I'd wait for that then.
When can I post?
Has Kl accepted your character?
Dana Quinn, who as been sitting quietly (clever girl) in the room the entire time, scurry's past as I still ponder on the recent developments. Her shoulders are hunched, while her pace is rushed. [i]Deduction[/d]; Miss Quinn is hoping I wont notice her. Ha! Doesn't she know who I am? Noticing things is 'my deal' , as the youth of the day say. Luckily for her I have other things to occupy my attention at the moment though. I leave the room, studiously ignoring the Ditto Clone as I do, and make my way towards the monitor room. I am convinced that Cassandra's mysteries are all tied to the her sudden journey to paradise isle, and that if I can discover the reason for her trip then I will be one step closer to making her accept my help. No doubt the League will have details on her history, and I should be able to hack into their system through the terminal in the monitor room. After all, how difficult can their system be to crack when they allow an oaf like Hawkman to access it. Anything more complicated than a four digit passcode would probably stump that cretin. My plans are interrupted (most of my plans are rudely interrupted. It is my curse to suffer for the deeds of other. This time I am willing to make an exception though) when I come across a prone Ditto, lying just in front of the Monitor room. Again I feel the world around me begin to slow down, Cassandra's problems taking a back seat as a new mystery presents itself. Quick scan reveals victim to be alone. Assuming Kargitte physiology is similar to that of a human's, an assumption supported by the medical records in Ditto's file, I go to feel for a pulse, then check his breathing, finally pulling his eyelids back to inspect his eyes. Deduction; pulse present, breathing normal if slowed, pupils dilate when presented with direct light. likely victim is alive, though alien biology presents room for error. A through inspection reveals the body is unharmed. Interesting. No immediate reason for his current state. I cast my mind back through the Kargitte's files, recalling every fact perfectly, searching for an answer. It comes to me in a flash. Ditto is a duplicater, yes, one who shares a telepathic link with all his 'clones'. Apparently any trauma any of the clones suffer travel down their neural link to reflect back onto the original. One of the clones must have displayed their usual level of intelligence and gotten itself into a serious spot of trouble, getting so badly injured that the original suffered sufficent trauma to pass out. I sigh at the stupidity of it. I can smell violence on the air, the oncoming rush of some action heavy adventure. This 'Young Justice' was proving to be a dangerous place to be, especially for one such as myself who prefers not to get involved in the more direct aspects of vigilantism. I cross into the monitor room, leaving Ditto where he lay for someone more suited in the tending of injured alien leaders to deal with him. I activate the alarm and, while awaiting the arrival of my team mates, begin scanning for local emergencies. No doubt it will save us time later.
PM Patriarch to discuss your plan first, see if he's alright with it.
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