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Post by Krepta on May 5, 2011 3:26:48 GMT -5
Krepta took the cup of water gratefully and sipped it. Eating that fast tended to make you really thirsty-- not to mention nice, clean water was delicious after months of well, drinks of questionable quality. "Well," she started, grinning a little. "Faerie isn't actually the same as Earth. It's... separate, but connected. Like... if earth had a Siamese twin. I dunno... I never really got it myself. Anyhow, where I live is a lot like this place but... there's no, um, little versions of the big thing running around. No..." She chuckled a little, "Mini-flashes." "Faerie though... You laugh about the elf thing, but the Fae are no joke. They'll mess you up but good. Don't ever mess with a Fae. They're not nice." She eyed him for a moment. That brought up an interesting question. "I don't mean to be rude, but there isn't really a way to ask without sounding rude... What exactly are you? I mean, is that a costume, or are... you like, an alien or something?" She shrugged. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. We're all entitled to our secrets."
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Post by ZiggBot on May 5, 2011 4:54:48 GMT -5
"So they're badass hobbits? Man, I want to see that." He smirked. when she asked what he was, though, his face completely blanked at first, then his brow furrowed in thought. No one had really asked before. Not to this extent. They'd be satisfied with the answer 'I'm a Creeper'. He had actually never thought that much about it. In fact, the only people who showed that much interest were Batman and Martian Manhunter, and they never asked. It was their job to know.
"You know... I've never looked to find out." He said quietly, looking tot he floor. "I was always kind of content with being a freak, and nothing more. I mean... there are a couple times where I've wondered what exactly Yatz put into me, but I've never had the actual chance to figure it out." he fell silent for a while. "Maybe I'll be able to tell you sometime, though. When I know what I am, exactly."
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Post by Krepta on May 5, 2011 22:28:33 GMT -5
"Well, they're not really all that short. In fact, a lot of them are taller than me. And... really, really scary. Like, in the mafia way," she explained, looking amused. Somehow, as much as the Fae terrified her, she could picture Creeper holding his own against them. He'd probably fit right in with some. His mood had once again turned somber though, and his brief silence turned her away from the window to look at him with concern. It looked like she wasn't the only one with some major personal demons. "Hey," she tried to console, "Who you are is more important than what you are." At least, that was what Draco always told her. Maybe a change of subject would lighten the mood. It seemed that once again they were on a rather depressing conversational path. She winced internally. Why was it that she always had a habit of always asking the wrong thing at the wrong time? "So, um, what's it like with the Justice League," she asked after a moment, fiddling with a french fry. "I heard they can be real jerks, but you seem nice enough. Is Superman as much of a hypocritical boyscout as I hear he is?"
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Post by ZiggBot on May 5, 2011 22:58:56 GMT -5
Creeper was slightly relieved with the change of topic. He didn't really enjoy awkward moments. Hah. Superman. He and Superman never got a long. Even though Creeper thought the guy was alright, he was still too high and mighty. He wasn't like Batman, who just did his job and never expected anything in return, nor wanted it. Superman liked being a hero. "... Yeah, I guess you could say that." He gave a smarmy grin. "That guy's addicted to being a hero. Has to be the best at being Superman. I dunno. Maybe he compensating for being the only real Kryptonian or something."
He had finished his food soon, and left the empty bowl on the table, along with a discarded banana peel. "Me and him... we didn't meet on good terms, I guess. I was traipsing on his turf, doing his job, and I managed to find out one of Luthor's plans before he did. Ever since then, we haven't gotten along. He's okay, but he's no Batman." He scratched his head, loosening his hair and shuffling it about. "So, you got your choice of the couch or the bed. I don't care which you choose. I sleep up there." He pointed to the biggest perch in the room, which had some snacks and a pillow on it. "My alter usually sleeps on the bed, not me." He spoke as if they were two different people.
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Post by Krepta on May 6, 2011 16:17:36 GMT -5
Krepta snorted and gnawed on a french fry. "I like Batman better," she stated. "He's scary as all get out, but he never looks down his nose at you." While she had only known Batman in passing for the most part, Krepta had met Superman. You'd be hard pressed to find a hero who hadn't met Superman at least once. What she had seen hadn't impressed her. Sure, the muscles were intimidating, and she knew that he could probably kill her with a sneeze, but she had wanted nothing more than to bite the jerk. It was just something about him. Maybe the way he stood, with his chest all out and his cape flowing in the wind-- he was just so... so... proud of himself. She had walked the other way. While Krepta made little effort to curb her temper, she was perfectly aware that she had one, and a blowout with Superman wouldn't have been pretty. She had seen quite a few incidents were boyscout wasn't such a boyscout after all, and she wanted no part of it. Was she afraid of him? Maybe a little, but it was only natural to be afraid of a ticking time bomb. She glanced at the couch when he offered her her choice of either that or the bed. She felt weird sleeping in someone else's bed, but at the same time, who knew what horrors lurked beneath those papers. Giving a mental shrug, she began to transfer things to the floor. She had slept on much, much worse. "I'll take the couch," she said, a smile quirking the corner of her lip. She hadn't realized she was still so squeamish about sleeping in other people's beds. Well, no, that wasn't it. It was because it was a guy's bed. God, she could be such a teenager sometimes. Shifting the cushions around so that they were more comfortable, she glanced over her shoulder at the perch, and then him. "Hey Creeper... Thanks. I know I tried to eat you when we first met, but I really mean that. You're... a lot less of a snot than most of the other heroes I run into. The League doesn't know what it's got." Well, now that she had gotten that awkwardness out of the way, she suddenly realized how tired she was. Not to mention, sore. Well, it was hardly a surprise after the days events. She had had worse, but she had had better too. Being electrocuted was never very fun. She wrinkled her nose in anger and flopped back down on the couch. Those damn little smurfs. If she ever got her hands on them, she'd wring their horrible little necks. At the same time, it was almost nice to be doing something she was used to. Chasing troubled teens around had always been part of the hero gig-- watching your friends and family vanish from your life forever, not to mention perfectly nice beings turning into bellowing, maddened monsters... that was a rarer gig. She sighed to herself and settled into the cool couch-- which turned out not to be so crusty after all. There had to be a solution...
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Post by ZiggBot on May 6, 2011 23:02:45 GMT -5
Creeper waited for Krepta to settle into her bed before walking over to the light dial and turning it down to a low level. He usually had his room dark, but Jack had been in here last. He silently climbed up the wall and made his way over to his perch. He sat on it stared out the window for some time. The only thing that would be visible of him would be the tip of his vibrant red boa, draping over the side of the perch.
He was deep in thought. Talking about the Justice League and himself so much had stirred up some unfamiliar feelings. He was unsure. He had never really be unsure before. But now he was unsure of who he was and where he belonged. He was distracted enough to the point where Krepta, if she so wished, could take a peek at those reports. if she did, she'd see that he had actually been on quite a few team missions lately. Vigilante, Zatanna, and Martian Manhunter were his most common teammates, and sometimes he'd be paired up with Hawk and Dove, or even Batman. Apparently, he was the go to guy for scare tactics and interrogation of the Madmen, who he had had several dealings with recently. Of course, this was only if she decided to peek.
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Post by Krepta on May 7, 2011 18:37:09 GMT -5
Krepta glanced up at Creeper. He seemed distracted, and while his eyes shone eerily in the darkness, they seemed far away, and almost sad. She knew that look; she got it a lot herself. She knew she was unlikely to get much else out of him for the night. She hoped that it hadn't been her fault that unpleasant thoughts were stirred up, but she knew that it was likely that it was. She had a habit of that-- stirring things up. Where ever Krepta went, change was likely to follow. Sometimes those changes weren't always for the better. She watched him for a little while, then reached over and brushed a page over to it's front. It couldn't hurt to just skim a little, right? There weren't likely to be personal details in the files anyhow. She wasn't sure what she thought about what she saw. Most of the people she considered good heroes seemed to like working with him-- but it could be to keep an eye on him too. She didn't personally think he needed it. She had only met the guy and she was already starting to like him, despite his... oddities. He might be a little strange, but he was trustworthy-- at least, she hoped he was. Somehow, it was hard to picture that jovial nature of his turning monstrous and frightening, but she had seen it herself. He was fully capable of a change that Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide would be proud of. She only hoped that she would never be on the receiving end of that. After a while, she turned away from the paper to watch the stars, so close she felt like she could reach out and touch them. And despite her roving thoughts and the stress of the days events, she found herself quickly drifting off to sleep-- the first real sleep she had had in a very, very long time.
(( So where do we want to go from here? ))
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Post by ZiggBot on May 7, 2011 18:45:54 GMT -5
(Hm. I'm not sure. Do you want to head to the source of the portals, or do you want to have another incident for distraction?
Also, eventually I want to introduce some sort of sub-plot about the alien race Creeper is derived from. Not right away, though. xD)
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Post by Krepta on May 7, 2011 21:33:13 GMT -5
(( Hm... well, I'm not quite ready to bring out the big guns yet. I'm gunna build up to that, so I suppose we can see if one of the newbies wants to play. xD We're gunna have a Superman soon, most likely, so there's that...
And I'd love a Creeper sub-plot. XD Sub-plots are fun, and they give me a chance to think things through a little better before I move on with the main plot. ))
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Post by ZiggBot on May 7, 2011 21:35:55 GMT -5
(Alrighty~! I'll do a bit of research on CADMUS, and set up a scheme. >:3 Gimme a few hours.)
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Post by Krepta on May 7, 2011 21:47:16 GMT -5
(( Yay! XD ))
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Post by ZiggBot on May 9, 2011 2:26:04 GMT -5
Creeper would stay awake for a few more hours, either thinking or creeping around his den. He finally fell asleep, but only stayed that way for about two hours. While Jack had a normal sleep schedule, Creeper didn't sleep well at all whenever he tried. He more of napped. If he tried to sleep for more than three hours at a time his dreams would become distorted and hypermanic, due to his high endorphin and serotonin levels. The dreams would leave him distracted for the rest of the day, which wasn't good for someone in his line of work.
Krepta would most likely be woken up either byt he sounds of Creeper rustling around at about 6AM or by him eventually waking her up around 8AM. He'd wake her with a few light taps on the shoulder and a nonchalant "Hey, wakey-upey." The lights in the room adjusted their levels based on what time zone they were set to, in this case, it was Gotham's. "Listen," He started, facing away from her and straightening his gloves. "Something's come up. There's a new creature rampaging in Westchester that I have to deal with. Reports are saying it's a unicorn. Huh. Never thought I'd be fighting a unicorn. Hope it's a rainbow unicorn."
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Post by Krepta on May 9, 2011 2:42:15 GMT -5
Krepta groaned and rolled over. The first sight that greeted her was Creeper's smiling yellow mug. With a yelp, she startled and jerked off the couch onto a undignified heap on the ground. The next view of her waking world offered her stars and the warm, but still oddly sterile glow of the overhead lights. Yep, she wasn't in Gotham anymore. "Ugh, what time is it," she asked over the hand groping for a handhold to pull her back onto the couch. "Someone... should put a bell on you." Why was she so groggy? Oh yeah, it was because she had actually slept in the first time since... well, god knows when, instead of that half awake, hibernation state she usually put herself in. Like dolphins, Krepta could sleep with one half of her brain at a time, as long as she remained scaly. She remained scaly as often as she could. Still, she felt good, she realized as she pulled herself to a sitting position. Hungry, but good. And what? Unicorns? "Jeeze," she grumbled, "I hate unicorns. They've got nasty tempers, and those horns are sharp. You be careful. They aim for the heart, and then they stab you a few more times before they trample you..." She rubbed her eyes, and ignored her loudly complaining stomach. "Should I come with? They don't talk... they're just animals, but I'm sure I could take one down no-problem." She stood up and began to rifle through her things, looking for things that might be handy on the field. Med packs, rope, well, they were fighting a unicorn, not an evil robot, but maybe there was something. "What kind of unicorn did they say it was?"
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Post by ZiggBot on May 9, 2011 4:25:32 GMT -5
Creeper was amused by Krepta's response to him waking her. That was actually how most people reacted to waking up to him. It was either that or an accidental punch to the face out of startle. He was glad she didn't react like that. He was also glad she hadn't ended up waking him, instead. If that had happened, she'd have to deal with a very unhappy, snarling Creeper, just having been pulled out of a rather active dream. Green Arrow did that once. He still has the scar on his wrist from where Creeper grabbed him with his claws.
Creeper furrowed his brow. "Uh ... I don't think they specified what type it was. They just said unicorn. Are you sure you're up to going? It's really jarring to go from a quiet space station to a city again." Not to mention right into the fray of a unicorn rampage. In the back of his mind he was actually wondering if while there, saving people and stopping unicorns, he'd possibly see Jack's father. He only had very brief, hollow memories of Jack's childhood, and could barely picture what Jack's father looked like. Black hair, tall, broad shoulders, and a fedora. He didn't let his curiosity quite show, though.
"If you want to come along, I'm game. Should be fun." He smirked.
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Post by Krepta on May 9, 2011 4:37:49 GMT -5
Krepta only arched a brow at the Creeper. Jarred, her? There were some things that jarred Krepta, but noisy places weren't one of them. She had lived all her life in cities, most of it in Gotham, and before that, Harper town, which, as a harbor town had plenty of it's own unique noises. After experiencing a steam whistle at six am in the morning, not much shook you. She could sleep through a rock concert, just not... strange yellow men looming over her bed. "I'll be okay," she said with a chuckle. "And there are a few different kinds. I don't really know the names, but my uncle showed me a book once. There's this carnivorous one even, with a hole in it's horn-- It supposedly hypnotizes it's victims with music through it before it eats them." She grimaced. "I don't know how much of that I believe," or wanted to believe, "But supposedly, they exist. I've met the regular kinds though. They just spook easy and like to stab you a whole lot. They aren't as nice as they are in fairy tales." She swung her bag up onto her back and then paused. "Am... are we coming back here after," she asked. The idea of having to go back to the streets almost hurt. She kicked herself mentally and sighed. Of course she'd have to go back eventually. It was just... she had hoped it wouldn't be this soon. It wasn't as if she could stay forever in The Watchtower though. Certain... individuals were certain to catch onto her, and once they did, that would be that. It was an incident she wanted to do everything in her power to avoid. Be it Batman, or the Martian, or, nah, Supes wasn't bright enough. Well, at least in her mind he wasn't. All she could see when she pictured him was a big hunk of stupid muscle. At least that was safe. It was the smart ones you had to look out for. And once her origins were discovered, questions would be asked. Questions she didn't want to answer. She knew it was likely that she would have to answer them eventually, but she didn't want that eventually to be today. No, the only real option was to go back to the streets. It was okay though... she knew how to take care of herself. She had done it for years. So why was it so difficult to face that simple fact?
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