[ no promise on being nice to sam-- but of course, he'll be nice to sam. he would never be mean to alfred, after all. just randos on the street. not people trying to make an honest living.
it takes him about an hour-- and he will be pointedly ignoring every single window he can.
[ by the time 'dinner time' rolls around, the curtains in front of daisy's floor-to-ceiling windows have been shut, leaving the room with the pretty colors of sunset but not the unfortunate blinding effect of having a sinking sun shine directly into anyone's eyes.
being that this is the future and daisy's apartment building is not cheap, the door opens automatically upon his arrival. he's already been coded as 'expected guest', so the building does the rest. when the chime of someone walking into the door sounds through daisy's implant, she peeks out of the kitchen, a piece of something grabbed out of the skillet still on the stove halfway to her mouth when she greets him. ]
Look at you, you made it. [ she's an asshole. ] Sit wherever you want, shouldn't be long now.
( hulking russian man is nearly done and, after a few minutes to finish, comes out with a plate of steaks, potaties, and vegetables. he eyes jason as he does but says nothing, settling the food on the coffee table before going back to get them their drinks.
jason gets milk.
he also brings out the plates, silverware, and napkins before gesturing towards the food. )
Way to frame it in the worst way possible, Daisy. Thanks.
[ though every time she calls him Bobby, he wants to correct her. but kyna was right-- what's the point in having an alias, if you immediately give it away.
and so far? no one had seemed to connect him to the other Jason Todd. so he lets it slide. ]
I want to go to the fight club, not just see this guy beat someone to a bloody pulp.
That's just a bonus.
[ the food... is okay. it's not alfred, but it's good, if he's being forced to eat. ]
Do you have any experience when it comes to fighting?
( it's not his decision whether jason fights or not but he would rather not see someone incredibly inexperienced step into the ring and get themselves hurt. )
The people that fight are very experienced and unwilling to take it easy on someone new.
[ daisy is mostly content to eat her dinner and people-watch, because this is less her conversation and more facilitating one between two people who will be doing the fighting, but occasionally she pipes up with a thought. ]
And if you wind up in a fight with another Displaced, probably best to try not to touch them anywhere on skin. Unless you're wearing gloves, I guess.
[ the glow between them would give them away just as easily. ]
[ he doesn't look impressed. he rolls his eyes at the counseling, and the joke about implying. he gets it. sort of. he was new to this whole "family" thing, and it wasn't even his actual family.
[ look how not intimidated he looks. please, Illya. He'll disrespect whoever the hell he wants, and that's kind of how it is. He's not good at manners, having only recently been around two whole people who thought it was worth it to try and teach him them. ]
It's a good movie.
[ he considers for a second on the powers, and decides, for now? he's going to choose to trust her. ]
I can copycat other people's powers.
[ a light shrug, and he leans back in his seat. ]
So I'm not worried about showing them off when fighting some rando. Hell, I'm not worried about fighting some rando.
That's not — [ daisy pauses, taking a sip of her drink, long enough for illya to make a secondary and equally reasonable suggestion. ]
Yes, you should probably also consider getting a job, but I'm not talking about using whatever copycat abilities you've picked up. I'm talking about the empathy bond.
[ she demonstrates by very obviously lifting her hand and dropping it on top of illya's. immediately, visible even underneath her shirt, the familiar blue glow from her chest flares up. ]
You touch any of the Displaced, skin-to-skin, you're going to set off a light show. People are on the look out for it. Hell, my face is on a few dozen shrines around this city because some of those people think we're gods capable of healing the sick with our touch.
You have to be careful. Not just throw your ass into the ring and punch your way out of it. If you get signed up to fight one of us, you need a back-up plan. A way to get the matches mixed up again.
[ the idea of the empathy bond is the literal worst thing in the world to him. followed closely by the idea of getting an actual job. like, what skills does he have that would be wanted by any sane employer?
what would he do being on a schedule that wasn't roughly "hang out in bar from 8am til you get kicked out because the adult you're with can't help but start a fight?" so, he just refuses, and while the look he wants to give is skepticism... there's a touch of hesitance. ]
Do people not wear clothes in these stupid fighting pits? And you think, after all this, I could keep a job for more than 5 minutes? Seriously?
Are you going to argue over every single thing that is said to you? Because, if that is the case, I am going to excuse myself to go read a book. I will get more accomplished.
( and illya thought he was high strung and tense. he eyes jason critically before sighing and shaking his head. )
[ two dumb high-strung men on opposite ends of the spectrum. ]
If spies and superheroes can get jobs, [ she points exclusively to herself, because illya's still supposedly keeping that secret somehow eight months later... ] You can figure it out.
[ a shrug ]
Nobody wears a latex gimp suit, no. Your hands, your face, probably your arms — you strike skin a lot more than you might think. Just keep it mind.
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[ no promise on being nice to sam-- but of course, he'll be nice to sam. he would never be mean to alfred, after all. just randos on the street. not people trying to make an honest living.
it takes him about an hour-- and he will be pointedly ignoring every single window he can.
knock knock. ]
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being that this is the future and daisy's apartment building is not cheap, the door opens automatically upon his arrival. he's already been coded as 'expected guest', so the building does the rest. when the chime of someone walking into the door sounds through daisy's implant, she peeks out of the kitchen, a piece of something grabbed out of the skillet still on the stove halfway to her mouth when she greets him. ]
Look at you, you made it. [ she's an asshole. ] Sit wherever you want, shouldn't be long now.
[ hulking russian man is nearly done. ]
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jason gets milk.
he also brings out the plates, silverware, and napkins before gesturing towards the food. )
Go ahead.
( he takes a seat next to daisy. )
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Seriously?
[ he's looking at all the food, and there's a thought that crosses his mind. how many people think he's not eating?
how many people think he needs to eat? ]
How come there's milk and no fucking hamburgers?
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( but also, steak was better. )
And yes, milk. Get a plate and serve yourself. Take as much as you'd like.
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[ god, was milk a luxury like that? he just stares at that, and then the food.
he wasn't kidding about not being hungry, but he can play the game for what he really wants, even if family dinners feel... weird. ]
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[ not that it mattered? the point was, milk had calcium, and baby bobby was small. if he wanted to fight, his bones needed to be strong.
plus, it was kind of funny to see his face contort in frustration. ]
Bobby wants to watch you beat a man into a bloody pulp tonight, [ said as if discussing the weather. ]
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( illya reaches for his own plate so he can get his own dinner before sitting back and glancing over. )
Why?
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[ though every time she calls him Bobby, he wants to correct her. but kyna was right-- what's the point in having an alias, if you immediately give it away.
and so far? no one had seemed to connect him to the other Jason Todd. so he lets it slide. ]
I want to go to the fight club, not just see this guy beat someone to a bloody pulp.
That's just a bonus.
[ the food... is okay. it's not alfred, but it's good, if he's being forced to eat. ]
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( it's not his decision whether jason fights or not but he would rather not see someone incredibly inexperienced step into the ring and get themselves hurt. )
The people that fight are very experienced and unwilling to take it easy on someone new.
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[ he's small, but he's been in quite a few scuffles. the bruises from his last one were only just faded, actually. ]
I got training back home, actually.
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( it is something. )
You cannot use weapons or your abilities while in the ring. They'll give you away and you do not want to be pinpointed as a Displaced.
( he doesn't really like that word but it differentiates well enough. )
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And if you wind up in a fight with another Displaced, probably best to try not to touch them anywhere on skin. Unless you're wearing gloves, I guess.
[ the glow between them would give them away just as easily. ]
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[ he motions at the both of them ]
Stop acting like concerned parents. It's weird.
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That's the second time someone's accused me of trying to mom them lately. Do you think they're trying to imply something?
[ getting married was one thing!!! ]
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( they miss you, prompto. )
Take it as a compliment. You could be on the other side of things with her and you do not want to be there. She's quite terrifying when she's angry.
( kisses. )
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doesn't mean he can't chafe at the jokes. ]
Wow, great compliment.
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She is trying to help you and if you do not appreciate what she's trying to do, you can get up and you can leave.
( he can disrespect illya all he wants but illya's not going to let him do it to daisy. )
She is a good ally to have so stop acting like this is the worst thing to ever happen to you.
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Alright, alright. Everybody chill out, okay?
[ save the fighting for the ring. or at least the sparring mats!!! ]
You still haven't told me what your power is, Bobby. [ a beat. ] Or how you wound up named after a Kurt Russell movie.
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It's a good movie.
[ he considers for a second on the powers, and decides, for now? he's going to choose to trust her. ]
I can copycat other people's powers.
[ a light shrug, and he leans back in his seat. ]
So I'm not worried about showing them off when fighting some rando. Hell, I'm not worried about fighting some rando.
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( the ones he should worry about are the other displaced but he imagines jason's just going to shrug at that as well. )
You should get a job in addition to any money you make fighting.
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Yes, you should probably also consider getting a job, but I'm not talking about using whatever copycat abilities you've picked up. I'm talking about the empathy bond.
[ she demonstrates by very obviously lifting her hand and dropping it on top of illya's. immediately, visible even underneath her shirt, the familiar blue glow from her chest flares up. ]
You touch any of the Displaced, skin-to-skin, you're going to set off a light show. People are on the look out for it. Hell, my face is on a few dozen shrines around this city because some of those people think we're gods capable of healing the sick with our touch.
You have to be careful. Not just throw your ass into the ring and punch your way out of it. If you get signed up to fight one of us, you need a back-up plan. A way to get the matches mixed up again.
[ that's where making friends comes in handy. ]
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what would he do being on a schedule that wasn't roughly "hang out in bar from 8am til you get kicked out because the adult you're with can't help but start a fight?" so, he just refuses, and while the look he wants to give is skepticism... there's a touch of hesitance. ]
Do people not wear clothes in these stupid fighting pits? And you think, after all this, I could keep a job for more than 5 minutes? Seriously?
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( and illya thought he was high strung and tense. he eyes jason critically before sighing and shaking his head. )
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If spies and superheroes can get jobs, [ she points exclusively to herself, because illya's still supposedly keeping that secret somehow eight months later... ] You can figure it out.
[ a shrug ]
Nobody wears a latex gimp suit, no. Your hands, your face, probably your arms — you strike skin a lot more than you might think. Just keep it mind.
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