Deja

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Speaking of Kevin's musical choice, a lil this, a lil that.
Come by his room however-

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Ok fixed it. I figure having him shut up to eat would give time for greetings.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

I made a booboo, help. lol, i didnt do a final pre port looksie at the IC, my bad. should be fixed soon with a edit and if not feel free to clean the spot up?

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Kevin hadn't stopped his journey into the gallery on a single-minded mission even as he barked out. Then the fridge came open unexpatantly starling him. Kev swore(or rather sputtered). Nostril's flared in the sight of birds flying however, if even it was instinctual. There was a 'kid' around. Dandy's disharmonious ring bounced in his ears like a jingle as he snuck on by with a graceful sidestep and smirk. He had to teach him what a bro-nod was soon Kev thought as he broadcasted one out to the group that was gathered there. The fact he had to nearly jog to the adjacent counter was enough to indicate what the accommodations could be like. He jerked a cabinet door open on recently greased hinges, a instant bowl in hand, agile hands making the whole ordeal on the backwall quick. He found the microwave with foil wrapped on it's handle, which made him glance back to the druid sheepishly. Before you know it Spitfire was leaning against the counter, staring at his meal warming up. The sounds of the kitchen ebbed as the greetings commenced, though cursing echoed from a hall.

The pyro thought about his newest friend Red. How do you misplace someone that big? What few times he'd searched for him it had often been his room. Poor guy, was he lonely or just confused, probably both with what stalked the halls of this place. Kevin did the math visually and sipped his noodled loudly, peeking around the corner of the galley seeing who he could spy. Hayden behind him, was someone Kev had met very recently. Cece, who they were pleading with earnestly, was however someone he'd gotten to know the best by observation. The firestarter had been sticking to the gym and its renovations for the past week and he guaranteed the busy social butterfly was getting her gizmos giddy hamming up her new friends and viewers. It brought back flashy memories of pre fight promotions and walkouts that he'd participated in as a kickboxer. Guess he couldn't be too much of a hypocrite he thought as he slurped down the bowl clutched before him. Most of the super sorority was here, except maybe one of the magic users. He snorted up a tiny fireball as he heard Hana rattle of to warm ears about the meat market they had around. Heck maybe that's where Red was Kevin assumed as he caught Gabi by the window. He raised his eyebrows in a meek greeting considering he'd been caught staring momentarily with a face full of noodles. Whoops.

The ceramic tinkled when his fork was barren. He could hear foreign accents behind him again. What could they be talking about? He eased back into the galley towards the sink, passing by the pond on his way. He gave quick glance over to Julian as he began to wash the bowl, another ritual compulsion that seemed to more good than harm for the feisty youth, youth that made him peek back over to Eilidh curiously as he recalled the matching age, then back to his new younger by a margin boss. What had he got himself into?

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

@Deja

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Every post so far has such a different energy and Kev's is no different; he might have the fastest shift in pace actually from what I'd read until that point. He's active in the mansion, he's contemplating things that have happened, or things that he wants to happen and that sells his motivation to me super quick. I totally get his vibe as a Gotham boy. I love his routinely meditation, it's such a simple act but makes him feel so human amongst his abilities to be, well, a fireboi.

He feels mature as well, like he's seen a bit more of that life shit that you only do as you creep out of your teens and into your twenties. I like the snappy way you write him, not sure if that's deliberate but it's a super clever move imo. Great work, more Kev please.

@Stormflyx

All his snappy bravado and latent maturity is from growing up very into his lifestyle(I had envisioned a single parent household of a very heavy worker/drinker that I realized I failed to write up as his early obsession with martial arts as a way out).
Sparring
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Now imagine his powers growing more and more as he gets into his prime/his last surgical procedure that made him really super but cost him his career. He also only grew up around tough guys and such, so that should make small talk simpler for my next post. Becoming an unwilling bastion of maturity should be fun for fireboi

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Since we're set in the DC Universe, who are you hoping makes an appearance in the RP? Furthermore, who do you want the team to go up against?

And if you're not a huge DC fan, what sort of threats are you hoping we face? Do you have any ideas you'd love to see happen whether as a story arc or even just an interaction between two or more characters?

@Lord Wraith

Oh wait Teen Titan's are in this universe, I'm not completely lost(Static too sweet).
Batman is a legend to him, so you can only imagine how much fanbro vibes he has when that comes up. I hope no one ever blows his volcanic socks off his identity either. This is the varsity squad in his heroic head, so it'll be the most respectful and competitive around any big names. I don't want to mess up any lore with Gotham too much, other than the best bodegas in town. Can't wait for "The Gang Goes to Space" episode.

I'm also not going to say just hearing tragic backstories of his new buddies is going to immediately humble him. Id rather him steer into this scenario with his outspoken selfdeclarations. For instance Kevin won't be subtle about correcting Red with jibes; so eventually the guy's going to grow a taste in test tube jokes. The issue of him scoffing at magic is going to be a fun one, along with legit ass aliens. I've also have his role as personal trainer turning out to be a calling for him, and perhaps keep his obnoxiousness and flirting at bay. All that being said, him having a bitter and angry falling out with team members or even the team itself is kinda like watching a dudebro on a show storm off only to already be back on the living room couch with a cathartic corpse of a pizza as his albi.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Can we have our first mission dictated over a munchie filled showing of Big Trouble in Little China?

It's been awhile

Thanks guys, jail sucked lol. Back in my day discord was at the commissary. I have to relearn some english and formatting but I've always loved the comradery here.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

I'm not a great format maker but there it is. Nifty time stamps.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

The gym so far

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...The crowd was a roar, but Kevin could only hear the blood in his ears...
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...dodge the straight, come up withan upper cut, exit with a check hook...
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...rafters splintering, walls crumbling, you have to save them...
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The dark gym flicked on sequentially, and the sound system youtube.com/watch?v=xSPsrvnYbMg reared back to life. At the end of the room, that had been smoked out past the point of knowing where it ended, sat a smoldering figure huffing and puffing with exertion. Julian's new electrical work must have payed off, Kevin was chagrin to admit the work he was putting on the air purifying unit. KeV didnt' know the right end of a screwdriver, and the last time he dabbled in what he thought was a communal library an Irishman educated him on fire safety. The cagefighter needed a lesson on personal space, this wasn't the Gotham frathouse after all. Granted, when you sweat fire... but he did like the mention of Julian's nullifying gloves. It'd had been fun trying to explain what jazz hands were to Red was enough to have him entertained in his third set for the day. The bossman had mentioned some heavy lifting was coming up after all so he took it to fiery heart. It was seeing the bar slowly dull it's glow from the heat that brought back what he spoke out like a mantra

"Play nice, and don't burn the place down."

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Kevin shook himself off as he sat up, droplets of sweat ignited before burning themselves out immediately in the atmosphere. A bucket of water was right by his side, and also a tin spray can of benzine, thanks to Julian. The combination kept the worst of Kevin's habits from causing too much harm, though lately you could spot where there might have been a toasty incident. He'd been curious on the logistics of the place when he'd first arrived; and had been along side Julian's installing fume hoods in the gym for his sake. It could have been a nice set of places once upon a time, but as the gals lamented, even the pool needed work. A pool sounded really nice right about now as the bench and gym quickly became more than just the center of his universe. He shook his hands vigorously burning off the excess phosphorous and dunked them into a steamy ritual he'd come to know well. It was quite therapeutic, feeling the heat dissipate and the lull in his fire production. Also wiping down all the equipment with a benzine rag was almost monk like in it's zen. Quickly the rag went over barbells and locks, weights and treadmills. This small care for your actions was a sort of mediation Kev strived in, or kneeing someone in the face for a few grand. Speaking of which, it was about time for him to smash some noodles. Noodles were upstairs, something he didn't exactly dealing with in the dark. Contacts don't work well melted after all, and he refused to wear glasses. But a young man's pride comes before curses in the night over newly moved furniture. He wasn't the only noob in the game, they were all new here it seemed(especially the appliances). Sparks jumped and flew as he took one last dunk to cool him off before turning to the stairs and taking them two-a-time. He could hear the voices from upstairs already and it made his hops up the flight faster. He had a carbs to crush.

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"Movies n Noodles folks, power's back on!."

he grunted as bounced up the last set of stairs in his way. He saunted smoldering, obviously excited about the turn in the evening.