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[deadbythename]

Date & Time: Jan 18-23
Location: Lots of bars. Lots of dark, unpleasant places.
Characters: Jason Todd the Grump and whoever decides to interrupt his willful ignoring everything.
Summary: Jason Todd is willfully ignoring everything and spending most of his time up on lonely rooftops and occasionally drinking.
Warnings: idk, gloomy bullshit, swearing, we'll see.

[ Okay.  Jason wasn't an idiot.  It was really kind of obvious he wasn't going to be able to avoid everyone forever.  Exsilium wasn't Gotham and there just weren't enough places he could go until he just.  Ran into somebody.

Maybe he'd even run into Dick or that tiny girl Robin.  Or Joey...  Though that didn't bear thinking about.   Running into them eventually didn't mean running into them immediately.  All Jason wanted was space.  He needed to reorganize himself, needed to separate himself from the memories that of this place that still floated through his head.  Exsilium wasn't Gotham, but Jason was still himself.  The holster under his jacket was a reminder of that.  So he spent most of his time in bars, in the darker, shadowy parts, nursing a drink and listening. The rest of the time, he wandered, relearning the alleyways and rooftops of this weird ass city.  If nothing else, he'd be prepared for however long he'd be staying here. ]

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[deadbythename]

[ Of course she can. ]

Well... Here. [ He leans forward, slipping a butterfly knife out of his pocket and offering it to her. ] If you're gonna be carrying, you should use something you're comfortable with.

[ He is clearly a superior child care provider. ]

[forfutureuse]

Really? The gun is fine, you don't have to.

[ But she takes the knife in her hands anyway - clearly comfortable and knowledgeable with how to handle sharp things. ]

[deadbythename]

Yeah, well, I did. Don't use it on anybody who doesn't deserve it.

[ It shouldn't piss him off that she's so comfortable with weapons. He wishes he had the kinda power it would probably take to deal with the Thanos asshole. ]

Considering your age, I oughta be giving you a fucking doll or something.

[forfutureuse]

I won't.

[ Gamora doesn't mind it - she's been promised revenge on the people who killed her people. Thanos saved her, it's the least she can do. ]

I have one. Not here, [ kicking her feet against the wall that she's sitting on. ] But on Sanctuary. It- it got burnt, but it's still good.

[ She'll fix it, she swears she will and it will be okay. ]

[deadbythename]

[ Oh.

He shifts a little. ]

...Nobody said you can't have one here too.

[forfutureuse]

[ Perking up, and giving him an even more interested look than before. ]

Really?

[deadbythename]

Yeah, really. It's not like there's a doll shortage going on right now.

[ Well, there could be for all he knows, but this really has her attention. He can roll with that. ]

...You wanna go pick one out?

[forfutureuse]

Oh thank you! Yes, please!

[ Carefully putting away the weapons she's been accumulating before standing and beaming at him. It's very not-older-Gamora, all things considered. ]

Do you have a name, Mister?

[deadbythename]

[ Yeah, he doesn't know what to do with this Gamora. Except maybe reach across and ruffle her hair. How tiny are you any way, kid, fuck's sake. ]

Yeah. You can call me Al.

[forfutureuse]

Mister Al.

[ No one has ever demonstrated much physical affection towards her at all, so her beaming face turns more confused. ]

[deadbythename]

[ 'Mister Al.' Good fucking lord. He drops his hand and pushes himself up right. ]

That works.

...Need help down?

[forfutureuse]

[ A shake of her head and she's already finding footholds. ]

I can do it.

[deadbythename]

[ He'll wait till she's close to the ground before following her. He's not going to admit that he was watching her pretty close just in case she slipped or anything... ]

So.. uh. What kinda dolls do you like?

[ And is he seriously asking this question. ]

[forfutureuse]

I don't know. The master gave me one that was green. Could we find one like that?

[ Considering this version of herself is far more breakable than the older one? Wise plan, Jason. ]

[deadbythename]

[ He actually has no idea. ]

Maybe.

[ He doesn't climb down so much as do a controlled fall back to the ground. Not showing off really, but it's been a long time since he's been somewhere high up and the urge to jump wasn't the most natural thing in the world. ]

Guess we better find a toy store or something first.

[forfutureuse]

[ Her eyes go wide at that - she knows it's one of the many things she knows she'll be able to do in the future by virtue of 'trained to kill' but it's an entirely different thing to see someone else do it. ]

I don't know if they have one here.

[ Not to put a damper on his spirits or anything... ]

[deadbythename]

Yeah, well.

[ He honestly has no idea how they should even go about figuring out if there are toys in Exsilium period. Those weren't ever things he had when he was a kid, but they're still important, probably. ]

We can look around. They gotta have something.

[forfutureuse]

Alright.

[ A few sure steps towards the market, before she turns around and looks back at Jason. ]

This way - I've never been allowed to go to a market before. Master Thanos doesn't like me wandering around planetside when we dock.

[ Mostly because she is five and a liability. ]