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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 once she waves, he grins, then leans back while resting his hands against the rooftop.]
Would you rather I come down from here?
[action]
People here are nice. Friendly. If this is a game, the rules are different than any other she's played. The alliances certainly are.
After a moment, she shrugs. She'll be good. Try not to let his height bother her.]
How'd you get up there?
[Trees, she excels at scaling. Buildings, not so much.]
[action]
Would you believe me if I said that I jumped up here? [Super strength, awwww yis.]
[action]
But here, here it's different. The game is different. From the wings reminiscent of some of the ridiculous fashion trends of the Capitol to how the dead are alive here. There's magic here and other strange people and ideas. That a boy could jump on to a roof isn't so surprising.
It's still worrying, though. Would her arrows be enough to defend herself if need be? It's easy enough, though, to put those concerns aside and put on a brave face instead. Pretend, for a moment, that she's dealing with Cato again, trapped in that tree with little signs of escape.]
I wish I could do that.
[action]
[Do magic like Billy. Shoot a bow and arrow properly like Kate. Have an internal library like Vision. But Teddy knows what can come out of getting what you wish for, for people to like you not for who you are, but for what they want you to be. All those little things you'd want - a slimmer nose, smoother hair, growing taller, he could do all that.
But in the process, he lost who he himself was. Until he joined a group who loved him for just being who he was, and rather than use his power to shape himself into what people wanted, he'd do so to be what people needed. A hero.
And he's never been happier to be a Young Avenger, despite all that's happened.]
But I think I'm just happy with what I can do. [Teddy offers another smile as he leans forward and rests his arm against his knees.] So what can you do? I'd like to see it.
[action]
Though there are things she can do. She looks up at him when he asks and grins. Of the two things that immediately pop into her mind, one she still considers more impressive than others. Singing is fun, soothing, and by all accounts something she's good at. But it's not hunting.
There's no squirrel nearby or a pig stuffed with an apple in its mouth to aim at. No target, nothing except...
She draws an arrow from her quiver and nocks it into the rest on her bow. In the same seamless action, she pulls back with three strings and lets her arrow fly. It lands centered on the pine cone of a nearby tree, dangling high above the ground.]
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So the expression he gives is more excited and impressed than anything as he straightens up slightly.]
That was awesome.
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And it was nice, really nice, to be able to show off in a way she hadn't gotten to since Rick left. No Gamemakers to impress or people to kill. Just a nice, clean shot for the sake of displaying her talents.]
I hunt.
[It's what she's very good at.]
[action]
[Now, Teddy will finally get down. By sliding off the roof, of course, and though he really doesn't need to, he makes sure to bend his knees and let out a grunt when he lands. Gotta be the harmless civilian for now, it seems.
Once he straightens up, he's smiling again. There, that's better. Now they're level.]
Like deer and boars? ["Bambi's mom?" pops up in his head, but she might not get the reference. Still, if he's right, that's still impressive. Deer are fast.]
[action]
The action gets a nod of approval. It's impressive.]
Mostly squirrel and fowl. [But because she can't resist bragging a little more.] I did kill a young buck back in April.
[action]
See, that's something I wish I could do. I probably can't even hold a bow correctly, much less shoot one.
[action]
She shrugs a little.] It's not hard.
[action]
[Teddy mostly just acts. Yes, sometimes he can judge accordingly, like what angle he needs to be at to fly with the wind and punch an enemy with more strength than he would have normally. He has super strength, he doesn't need to worry about those kinds of things.
That's the main difference between him and someone like Kate, or Katniss here. Without their power, they rely on skills that Teddy can only hope to achieve if he brings himself to their level and really focuses on the movement and everything else required to keep up with a super.]
[action]
But they were variables she mostly ever thought about when on the hunt. Thinking of them constantly would be... well, silly, wouldn't it? Especially here, when one had to keep a wary eye out for any new surprises introduced by Luceti's Gamemakers. Those damned Malnosso.
By way of explanation, though, she only offers:] I've been hunting since I was seven.
[action]
[Teddy raises his eyebrows, once again impressed. He hadn't even known about his powers for that long, not really. They were always there. He just assumed everyone had them until he hit puberty.]
No wonder you're so good. [He smiles again - ] I actually know someone at home who uses her bow on the battlefield. Her name is Kate. I think you two would get along really well; she's just as cool as you are.
[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?