A vigilante's boss. Sounds like someone does apprenticeships.
( She wonders, thinking on Robin's reaction, and the first Robin she knew as Robin. Hard not to string all three together and wonder how much they did and didn't follow the same patterns. )
Kind of a one on one thing, if the feeling I get is right.
( If Robin's visceral reaction to having there be any possibility of any other meant something more than stricter standards in the 90's. Or more alternative timelines. It's a confusion she sidesteps mentally, laughing softly at his exact summation of what she did. )
Right! More like stalling a take-over, but saving the world sounds better. It's not all that glorious! I mean, tonight's a pretty tame example, in a way.
( She's not doing a good job explaining, but she's not sure she wants to, right now. It gets into complex places she's only explored in fits and starts, with blurted questions to Caesar, or upset entreaties made to Barnaby. Some of her talks with Edgeworth danced around the subject, but she felt it was much the same as with any of her adults friends: easier to pretend she exaggerated than to think, for a moment, her implications might be true.
She shifts, brushing one hand off on her upper thigh. She ends up outlining the nebulous space around one of her eyes, mimicking the usual pattern of the domino mask he tended to favor. )
We don't wear masks so much as whole new faces. And I can get the secret identity thing, even if the one I know is pretty literally for survival.
( Everyone's survival. Still, for having said that, she sounds calm, almost borderline cheerful, if one can be cheerful talking about things of this nature. )
no subject
( She wonders, thinking on Robin's reaction, and the first Robin she knew as Robin. Hard not to string all three together and wonder how much they did and didn't follow the same patterns. )
Kind of a one on one thing, if the feeling I get is right.
( If Robin's visceral reaction to having there be any possibility of any other meant something more than stricter standards in the 90's. Or more alternative timelines. It's a confusion she sidesteps mentally, laughing softly at his exact summation of what she did. )
Right! More like stalling a take-over, but saving the world sounds better. It's not all that glorious! I mean, tonight's a pretty tame example, in a way.
( She's not doing a good job explaining, but she's not sure she wants to, right now. It gets into complex places she's only explored in fits and starts, with blurted questions to Caesar, or upset entreaties made to Barnaby. Some of her talks with Edgeworth danced around the subject, but she felt it was much the same as with any of her adults friends: easier to pretend she exaggerated than to think, for a moment, her implications might be true.
She shifts, brushing one hand off on her upper thigh. She ends up outlining the nebulous space around one of her eyes, mimicking the usual pattern of the domino mask he tended to favor. )
We don't wear masks so much as whole new faces. And I can get the secret identity thing, even if the one I know is pretty literally for survival.
( Everyone's survival. Still, for having said that, she sounds calm, almost borderline cheerful, if one can be cheerful talking about things of this nature. )