I'll just have to play all my unfinished games when I go home. (My parents have an Xbox360 and my games since I left them there)
In the meanwhile I moan about it.
In the meanwhile I moan about it.
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Blue Demon || Female || Older || Ace
I go by Blue, Demon or BD. Or even Hey You if it's clear enough that you're talking to me. XD I prefer Blue or Blue Demon. And no, I didn't choose "Blue" because I'm sad. It's my favorite color. (And now you know.)
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Also, I just discovered DMC and now I'm Dante trash.
Also, I just discovered DMC and now I'm Dante trash.
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I moved over to the PS4... there's no way for me to ever do that man.
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@Lord WraithI enjoyed it. But I no longer have my Xbox360... so I can't finish it. D:
Which is a shame. Because I got like 1/4 of the way through.
Which is a shame. Because I got like 1/4 of the way through.
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Just so you know I don't find that amusing at all. I've reported you and until something happens, I'm out.
@FantasyChicYou could always come with Ginny. :) It's not like Morrigan's a nine foot lizard.
Damian- 30s
Tim- Late 20s
Steph- Late 20s
Jason- 20s
Donna- 20s
Helena- Teens
Dick- Teens
Cassandra- Teens
Babs: A little younger than Dick
Bruce- Tweens
Selina Kyle- Tweens
Kate Kane- Tweens
So Damian sticks with his mother being Talia al Ghul and his father being a Wayne. (I always saw it as Damian being an Uncle of sorts on the Wayne family tree which would still allow Thomas and Martha.) Anyways, Damian grew up with the league and as such was never taught to value life, other than his own, and was told he was Superior. When he sets out to save Gotham, he's older and ready to set out on his own. He's not a villain, more of an anti-hero. While he doesn't value Good v. Evil he does recognize good for the city and not good. (Not good= Court of Owls). Damian also doesn't set himself up as Batman but does do the masked vigilante route.
His first recruit is Tim Drake, a computer hacker. Tim isn't on the side of angels. He's a computer hacker. And at first they only know of each other through the internet. It takes them a while to meet in person. Next comes Jason. Jason reminds Damian of himself and he sets out tests for Jason to prove himself worthy. Jason does.
It's probably about this time that the League forms. They don't send Damian an invite because he's still an urban legend, and more brutal to boot. The GCPD has him on their most wanted list. However when the first World Crisis occurs, the trio do help out in their own obscure way.
After that, Dick soon joins as the youngest member of the group. Damian isn't sure why he decided to foster Dick, just that he does. A few years later his (nephew) Bruce is orphaned and he takes him too.
So the answer to this one, the relationship between Damien and Jay/Tim would be more like Boss>Underlings. Not really a family dynamic. Though I see the Damien/Bruce(Dick) dynamic being more of a dysfunctional family relationship.
Tim- Late 20s
Steph- Late 20s
Jason- 20s
Donna- 20s
Helena- Teens
Dick- Teens
Cassandra- Teens
Babs: A little younger than Dick
Bruce- Tweens
Selina Kyle- Tweens
Kate Kane- Tweens
So Damian sticks with his mother being Talia al Ghul and his father being a Wayne. (I always saw it as Damian being an Uncle of sorts on the Wayne family tree which would still allow Thomas and Martha.) Anyways, Damian grew up with the league and as such was never taught to value life, other than his own, and was told he was Superior. When he sets out to save Gotham, he's older and ready to set out on his own. He's not a villain, more of an anti-hero. While he doesn't value Good v. Evil he does recognize good for the city and not good. (Not good= Court of Owls). Damian also doesn't set himself up as Batman but does do the masked vigilante route.
His first recruit is Tim Drake, a computer hacker. Tim isn't on the side of angels. He's a computer hacker. And at first they only know of each other through the internet. It takes them a while to meet in person. Next comes Jason. Jason reminds Damian of himself and he sets out tests for Jason to prove himself worthy. Jason does.
It's probably about this time that the League forms. They don't send Damian an invite because he's still an urban legend, and more brutal to boot. The GCPD has him on their most wanted list. However when the first World Crisis occurs, the trio do help out in their own obscure way.
After that, Dick soon joins as the youngest member of the group. Damian isn't sure why he decided to foster Dick, just that he does. A few years later his (nephew) Bruce is orphaned and he takes him too.
Just so I know how we should portray the relationships of characters.
So the answer to this one, the relationship between Damien and Jay/Tim would be more like Boss>Underlings. Not really a family dynamic. Though I see the Damien/Bruce(Dick) dynamic being more of a dysfunctional family relationship.
We also have the reason why Tim & Jason go to Bludhaven. To take down Black Mask and his gang who are killing people and chucking them in the river.
So I assumed they're not living together. Because I cannot imagine they wouldn't kill each other if they did. XD
But if you'd like them to live together, I can edit my post.
Also, I think I pulled everything we need in here for quick reference. If I missed anything, feel free to add it. :)
Tim pulled another box out of the back of his beater car. Being inconspicuous sucked. He grunted under the weight of the server filled box and moved as quickly as he could to the door. Which wasn't fast as hampered as he was. He shimmied through the doorway, awkwardly with a large box, before gratefully putting it on the floor with a relieved breath.
With a sharp exhale the twenty-nine year old stood up and rubbed his back. This was a second day of moving in to his new apartment. It wasn't on the cheap side. Nor was it upscale. It was just right to blend into obscurity and to not make Tim want to take a shower every time he entered. Though it did mean that more people were watching him as he moved in. Which was the reason for doing it in a junker and without calling attention to his extremely advanced computer systems.
Tim finished rubbing his back and went to grab another box. Moving all his things was making him feel old. And he wasn't, not when he wasn't even thirty yet. He was only in his late twenties. With all the physical lifting combined with Stephanie breaking up with him, and the case he and Jason were working on for Damian, he was just tired.
Tim placed the final box inside and kicked the door closed behind him. Now it was another five floors up to his apartment. At least this place had a working elevator. Tim propped open said elevator with one of the boxes and began to shift his load.
Nearly a hour later all the boxes were safely sequestered away in his apartment and his car parked in the proper spot. Tim had shelled out extra money to have a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. He didn't want anyone who came over casually to see his computer system. It was his baby and it would raise uncomfortable questions. And when you're an illegal hacker/vigilante, questions aren't welcomed.
Tim locked the door and flopped down on his love seat. Tim didn't have any recliners, only sofas. He'd rather sprawl than lean back. His restful moment was interrupted by his pocket vibrating. He fished his phone out of his pocket and tapped the screen. A text from Stephanie.
Tim closed his eyes and sighed, letting the cell drop on the cushion next to him. He couldn't deal with Stephanie right now. They had decided to not try a long distance relationship. Or rather, she decided an Tim let her go. But she still wanted to be friends. Tim didn't know if he could. He still loved her. He had loved her since hey had gotten together in High School.
Tim's phone buzzed again. And again. On the third time he grabbed it once more, ready to toss it across the room if it was Stephanie. Instead he saw a miss call from Damian. Tim quickly called the man back.
"Wayne." Damian's voice was sharp in Tim's ear.
"Drake actually." Tim said casually. "You called?"
Tim and Damian had a long relationship. Even before they officially meet each other. The Drake and Wayne family ran in the same circles. Tim and seen Damian around long before they actually socialized. When Tim's parents had passed when he was in his young teens and he became a ward of the state, he saw less of the Waynes. He did receive a marriage announcement for Thomas Wayne. By that time Damian had fallen out of the social circle.
In the years that followed Tim began hacking and making a reputation for himself under the Alias Red Robin. He didn't name himself after the bird, or the restaurant chain. But rather the song by Harry Wood. According to his mother it had been her mother's favorite song. And for years it was his lullaby. Now it honors her memory.
"Are you up?" Damian was never very chatty. Tim knew Damian wasn't asking him if he was awake or even making a innuendo. Rather he was asking about Tim's computer system. Which wasn't finished being reassembled yet. At least he had all his parts now.
"In another hour." Tim replied after a second of mental calculation.
There was a grunt at the other end of the line. An unhappy sound. "Then get working."
Tim flinched, almost as if Damian could see him not working. Thankfully he was saved a response when Wayne hung up. The man sighed and peeled himself off the comfy sofa.
With a sharp exhale the twenty-nine year old stood up and rubbed his back. This was a second day of moving in to his new apartment. It wasn't on the cheap side. Nor was it upscale. It was just right to blend into obscurity and to not make Tim want to take a shower every time he entered. Though it did mean that more people were watching him as he moved in. Which was the reason for doing it in a junker and without calling attention to his extremely advanced computer systems.
Tim finished rubbing his back and went to grab another box. Moving all his things was making him feel old. And he wasn't, not when he wasn't even thirty yet. He was only in his late twenties. With all the physical lifting combined with Stephanie breaking up with him, and the case he and Jason were working on for Damian, he was just tired.
Tim placed the final box inside and kicked the door closed behind him. Now it was another five floors up to his apartment. At least this place had a working elevator. Tim propped open said elevator with one of the boxes and began to shift his load.
Nearly a hour later all the boxes were safely sequestered away in his apartment and his car parked in the proper spot. Tim had shelled out extra money to have a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. He didn't want anyone who came over casually to see his computer system. It was his baby and it would raise uncomfortable questions. And when you're an illegal hacker/vigilante, questions aren't welcomed.
Tim locked the door and flopped down on his love seat. Tim didn't have any recliners, only sofas. He'd rather sprawl than lean back. His restful moment was interrupted by his pocket vibrating. He fished his phone out of his pocket and tapped the screen. A text from Stephanie.
Tim closed his eyes and sighed, letting the cell drop on the cushion next to him. He couldn't deal with Stephanie right now. They had decided to not try a long distance relationship. Or rather, she decided an Tim let her go. But she still wanted to be friends. Tim didn't know if he could. He still loved her. He had loved her since hey had gotten together in High School.
Tim's phone buzzed again. And again. On the third time he grabbed it once more, ready to toss it across the room if it was Stephanie. Instead he saw a miss call from Damian. Tim quickly called the man back.
"Wayne." Damian's voice was sharp in Tim's ear.
"Drake actually." Tim said casually. "You called?"
Tim and Damian had a long relationship. Even before they officially meet each other. The Drake and Wayne family ran in the same circles. Tim and seen Damian around long before they actually socialized. When Tim's parents had passed when he was in his young teens and he became a ward of the state, he saw less of the Waynes. He did receive a marriage announcement for Thomas Wayne. By that time Damian had fallen out of the social circle.
In the years that followed Tim began hacking and making a reputation for himself under the Alias Red Robin. He didn't name himself after the bird, or the restaurant chain. But rather the song by Harry Wood. According to his mother it had been her mother's favorite song. And for years it was his lullaby. Now it honors her memory.
"Are you up?" Damian was never very chatty. Tim knew Damian wasn't asking him if he was awake or even making a innuendo. Rather he was asking about Tim's computer system. Which wasn't finished being reassembled yet. At least he had all his parts now.
"In another hour." Tim replied after a second of mental calculation.
There was a grunt at the other end of the line. An unhappy sound. "Then get working."
Tim flinched, almost as if Damian could see him not working. Thankfully he was saved a response when Wayne hung up. The man sighed and peeled himself off the comfy sofa.
So.. with the way everyone kept coming in, I'm not sure who's talking over whom. Or even what the logical order is... so I kind of just ignored everyone. XD
Broker and her man settled down in a pew and watched the mixed group mingle. A lot of shouting was involved and she was more than content to just watch. Watch and observe where people placed items and what they touched. Unfortunately a casual touch would tell little about the person and far more about the object. In a funeral home such objects were soaked with grief.
Still, any little bit of information was valuable in its' own right. The doors opened once more and an elegant man stepped through. Broker approved of his manner and dress. When he identified himself as the mysterious letter writer Broker inclined her head at Ted. When everyone joined Cesare, they didn't. The two sat quietly and listened through all the interruptions and late comers. As Cesare laid out his plans, Broker had to admit to herself that she was impressed with the man. He knew what he was talking about and knew just how far to go.
However her respect wasn't earned. Not with the people he choose. They were a loose canon. A powder keg next to an unattended candle. This was bound to implode in their faces. Yet she found herself agreeing with the mobster who identified himself as the Sunflower Group. Broker quickly recalled what she knew about the group. Saint Frank was the leader and the man who spoke matched his description. It was possible that the men with him were also from the upper echelon.
Broker didn't hesitate to meet Frank's eyes as his gaze passed over them. As things settled down again Ted stood at a small gesture from Broker.
"We will talk to Argus." Ted didn't even glance at Broker as he stood firm and looked Cesare in the eyes. He might know that it was Ginny who was Broker, but that didn't mean she had to tell everyone else here. "If there is nothing else you desire," Ted left the sentence hanging. If there was nothing else, Broker and Ted would leave. They would talk to Argus and then Broker would decide if she'd join.
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