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002 - [Action/Voice]
[Late in the morning, only just after he had his morning coffee and just fixed toast for breakfast, Teddy had been surprised to find himself being shoved out of the apartment by his own boyfriend. Soon, he found himself blinking at the front door, a piece of cinnamoned toast still in his hand as the post-it note with his name beside Billy's door sign fluttered mournfully to the ground.
He got out a pitiful whine and forlornly posted the note back up before he ushered himself outside, finishing his toast in the meantime.
During the day, Teddy can be found at multiple places. The first is the Battledome, where he fiddles with the settings, some as harmless as a movie theater and some as dangerous as a warzone, but he doesn't fully go through with them. He's merely going through the options for later use. He may mutter to himself about how this must be what the Danger Room is like, and he may even be up for a light spar or something different if someone found him.
The second is Seventh Heaven, where he eats a light lunch of a small burger with fries, and he's a little proud of how he didn't compare it to New York's food outloud. It doen't mean he doesn't think it, though, and he spends more time subtly people watching and listening to conversations than really focusing on food and what the homelife was like. When he's done, he doodles a few musical notes on a napkin, again to possibly be used at a later date, before he stuffs that in his pocket.
The final place is on the roof of the school. He's not doing much of anything up there, just sitting with his legs pulled up and looking out over the village.
Teddy still can't help marveling over how different this place is from what he's used to. There aren't any sounds of car alarms or horns, no distant conversations or laughter, no police sirens or a far off explosion from an invading force (though, Teddy thinks to himself, he ought to be more thankful for the lack of the latter). Occasionally at night, he still wakes up and thinks that it's too quiet, too dark. And he really hopes he's not the only one who thinks that way.
With that thought in mind, Teddy reaches behind him to take the journal, left open in case Billy decides to let him back into the apartment, and decides to address the masses.]
Does anyone else feel seriously out of place here, or am I just being weird? And I don't mean the whole, "being held captive and having to suffer through lame shifts", but just the setting in general. Anyone else out there come from a home that's completely different from a village straight out of Golden Sun?
[He decides then that he'll chat with people for a while, then venture off the roof and see if Billy will allow him back inside. Not that Teddy knows what he did to deserve being kicked outside, but maybe he can beg for forgiveness enough to be let back in.]
He got out a pitiful whine and forlornly posted the note back up before he ushered himself outside, finishing his toast in the meantime.
During the day, Teddy can be found at multiple places. The first is the Battledome, where he fiddles with the settings, some as harmless as a movie theater and some as dangerous as a warzone, but he doesn't fully go through with them. He's merely going through the options for later use. He may mutter to himself about how this must be what the Danger Room is like, and he may even be up for a light spar or something different if someone found him.
The second is Seventh Heaven, where he eats a light lunch of a small burger with fries, and he's a little proud of how he didn't compare it to New York's food outloud. It doen't mean he doesn't think it, though, and he spends more time subtly people watching and listening to conversations than really focusing on food and what the homelife was like. When he's done, he doodles a few musical notes on a napkin, again to possibly be used at a later date, before he stuffs that in his pocket.
The final place is on the roof of the school. He's not doing much of anything up there, just sitting with his legs pulled up and looking out over the village.
Teddy still can't help marveling over how different this place is from what he's used to. There aren't any sounds of car alarms or horns, no distant conversations or laughter, no police sirens or a far off explosion from an invading force (though, Teddy thinks to himself, he ought to be more thankful for the lack of the latter). Occasionally at night, he still wakes up and thinks that it's too quiet, too dark. And he really hopes he's not the only one who thinks that way.
With that thought in mind, Teddy reaches behind him to take the journal, left open in case Billy decides to let him back into the apartment, and decides to address the masses.]
Does anyone else feel seriously out of place here, or am I just being weird? And I don't mean the whole, "being held captive and having to suffer through lame shifts", but just the setting in general. Anyone else out there come from a home that's completely different from a village straight out of Golden Sun?
[He decides then that he'll chat with people for a while, then venture off the roof and see if Billy will allow him back inside. Not that Teddy knows what he did to deserve being kicked outside, but maybe he can beg for forgiveness enough to be let back in.]
[action]
But mention of another girl, a girl this boy knows, using her bow on the battlefield gets her attention. It hasn't shown up here yet - the bow and arrows that Beetee made her. The ones with the different functions, arrows that could start fires or explosions. Her eyebrows raise, curious.]
I've done that. [The words are quiet, confidence fading. Oh, she was good on the battlefield. Too good, maybe.] Used my bow on the battlefield. [Katniss shakes her head.] I don't like it.
[action]
I didn't like my powers either, for a while. And I think Kate found shooting the bow to just be a hobby before she met us.
When you find a purpose for whatever ability you have - a good purpose... it's better. I love being what I am now, and Kate loves her bow.
[He gives her a little smile.] It's amazing. Finding a purpose, a way to help people, after looking so long for it.
[action]
But now there's nothing. At least nothing quite the same. There are purposes, if she thinks on it, really thinks on it. Smaller things. Taking care of Peeta, hunting. Maybe even finally taking care of herself. It's not the same. She's not even sure it's what the boy is talking about.
She tilts her head a little.] What powers?
[action]
Kate didn't seem to mind, and she could keep up with other supers just fine. He's sure that this girl here could keep up with them just fine as well, just like Kate, just like Clint. But...]
Well... You saw how I jumped off that roof, right? That's one. I'm basically really strong and can take a lot of hits.
[action]
Her eyebrows raise and she grins, looking impressed. Definitely skills worth envying.
And worth challenging.]
Just how many hits?