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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the deceit gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the LIEs program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the deceit gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from LIEs after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. ...and you're here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of Orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You're a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high-rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You're a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you'll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Submissives are provided with a plain black pleather collar to wear and Dominants are given bracelets made of the same black pleather. The simple design is an immediate visual indicator that they have not yet signed a contract and they will be informed that more elaborate or personalized styles are a privilege reserved for those who do. Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals. The first hints of spring are in the air. Large piles of snow still linger, but precipitation has turned to rain and the breeze gets a little warmer every day. It's time to swap out wool coats for umbrellas and turtlenecks for tea dresses! |
![]() After stepping through the door and participating in Orientation, LIERs are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERs at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park. The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning. |
![]() (cw: cockwarming, lap sitting, frottage, edging, public sexual acts, public displays, public transport) Far too many people can’t seem to follow directions. Reading a map shouldn’t be that hard, so LIES has taken it upon themselves to update their usual city tour to refresh newcomers and graduates alike. This month’s orientation includes a more in-depth tour than the usual train ride, coupling it with bus routes that lead groups through various stations and stops that show off some of the city’s most notable landmarks. To your left you will see Fiddler's Square, and over on the right you will see the greenhouse, opened just last year. Enjoy this drive along the coast! The beach looks lovely and the lighthouse stands proud and watchful, but the city recommends against visiting either one. Isn't the business district much lovelier, with all the fancy hotels and lively dance clubs? Dominants and Submissives both new and old are required to take or give the tour at least once, depending on how long they have been in the city. Those who have lived in the city for over six months will find themselves given maps to follow and brochures that describe various places in town; they are paired with newcomers who haven't been here quite as long, and are still learning what the city has to offer them. Whether a tour guide or a member of the tour group, Dominants will be given priority seating, while Submissives are expected to either kneel at their feet, sit on their laps, or even stay standing in trains and buses that, curiously, are always packed. Everyone’s taking these tours, so it's no wonder these carriages are so crowded. Something strange happens on these tours, though. It starts small and faint, but the longer you spend in these crowded buses and trains, the hotter you feel - and the people surrounding you look more and more attractive. But this is Duplicity, and no one will bat an eye if the Submissive on a Dominant’s lap starts humping them in front of everyone else… After all, it seems like everyone else is already also doing the same. The strange part? No one can get off. No matter how far you take it, or how long you try to climax - you just can't. No one can. No one's getting off on this tour, not until the bus or train makes it to each pre-planned stop. Please mind the gap as you disembark, and try not to come all over the concrete the minute you step out of the vehicle! |
![]() (cw: randomized kinks, exhibitionism, transactional sex) The tours aren't all about sex on the go. While the tour guides are given maps and brochures to study up on, the tour-takers are given little stamp cards and instructions to complete a fun stamp rally. Visiting each of the locations on your card can get you an adorable stamp, and completing the stamps will get you a fun and useful prize! Participating locations include: ▪️ The Aquarium ▪️ The Library ▪️ Cupid's Castle ▪️ PUSSY Academy ▪️ The Obelisk ▪️ Riddler's Square ...and more! Every card is different, and will take you all around the Up and the Down. The catch - you don't get a stamp until you use your device to scan an official code found in stamp stands at each stop. Doing so brings up a pose to be done with at least one other person. Make sure to pose quickly, a camera somewhere in the area will flash in a few moments to take your photo. Some photos are fairly straightforward - a kiss to the cheek, or a slap to the ass. Others are a bit more involved - giving a blowjob, or getting pegged. Don't complain, some unlucky people might get something convoluted (can anyone truly bend that way? Time to find out!). You get unlimited tries to take the perfect picture - so if you don't manage it the first time, simply scan again and strike another pose. Unfortunately the pose won't change with any additional scans, so make sure to do your best with what you’ve been given! Completed stamp cards can be exchanged at the Orientation Center for a loaded money pass! Particularly valuable to Submissives (uncontracted ones, or ones who want to buy things by themselves), money passes are honored all over the city, and can be used to purchase necessities without a Dominant’s signature. The pass is valid for a whole month, and has enough to cover a month’s worth of decent warm meals, a few indulgences, and maybe some appropriate clothes for the season. Buy whatever you need to impress the Dominant of your dreams and secure a contract that suits your needs. |
![]() (cw: clothes play, optional crossdressing, optional transactional sex, public sex, mirror sex, exhibitionism) In a bid to attract new customers, the boutique Delicate Desires has partnered with LIES to advertise their shops as a one-stop-shop for new arrivals to get their hands on necessities they’ll need to make their lives easier and more enriched. With every completed stamp card, Submissives will also receive a coupon for 40% off anything in the store. Get a frilly, lacy outfit for every occasion! If you don’t have any cash or failed to complete your stamp card - don’t fret! Find another Submissive who is willing to spend money on you from their own pass, or find a Dominant to spoil you - with the outfit being one of their choice, of course. There are changing rooms available for customers to try on outfits and one may find that when they look at themselves in the mirrors of the store, their self-confidence spikes. It doesn’t matter how good or bad they may objectively look, they’ll feel like the hottest person to ever grace Duplicity’s streets. If said boost in confidence comes with feeling hot and bothered, well, the clerks won’t mind if the rooms are used for a quickie, so long as you’re, well, quick about it. They're expecting a lot of customers! A competing store next door, Allure & Adorn, has decided to use this opportunity to try and lure customers into their own shop, boasting that their clothes are just as good - if not better! - than the ones offered next door. They will also accept the money passes that Submissives may have earned during the stamp rally, but their prices are a little less favorable than the boutique's. Their outfits, instead of their mirrors, seem to make those that wear them feel prone to showing off and indulging in exhibitionist activities. No fucking in the changing rooms here though - this store has class! Go out on the streets if you wish to indulge in that sort of behaviour. |
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but the assignments are OOCly randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right." When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass." This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: All new arrivals on this TDM are Submissive. To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to tag on new TDMs with different designations for fun! Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
Jason Todd | DC | submissive
[Normally this wouldn't even be a situation; Jason has done this before. He's been in this mess before. He knows what is going on.
But Jason is also just back from getting a fucking implant put in his brain by the man who he was starting to trust, barely, slowly, again, and now everything is too bright and too fucking scary, and he can't, he can't do this, he cannot do this right now. Not alone.
So he jostles onto the train, breathing heavily, his fingers tracing the line on his throat as he tries to think. He knows where he is. He doesn't know where he is. Is this a nightmare? Is this just another thing that his brain is making up? What is real, here?
The first person to touch him - kindly or otherwise - gets a punch to the jaw, and then another to the gut, before Jason is trying to tear out of the train. Sadly, it's moving.
Even more sadly fear makes him unable to focus and he trips over his robe and crashes under a seat. He's a big man, but still he's managed to curl himself up under there.]
Get away from me!
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[Jason manages to get himself together a bit; enough to remember that he can't buy anything here without a Dominant. He hasn't gone to any of the places he used to live in, here, worried that he won't find anyone there.
Or worse, that they will be there, but they won't be his, anymore.
It's a strange feeling, a bitter memory, so he decides to avoid that and go, instead, to the Aquarium. He doesn't remember if it was here before. He feels like he's clawing his way back through a muddied bank. It feels too much like coming out of the Lazarus Pit for comfort.
He's sitting in a corner when someone approaches him, and he doesn't look at them before he says:]
Kiss on the mouth. That's what will get me a stamp. I'm ugly as shit and I have a bad attitude so it's up to you.
[He's not ugly, but he's going with that anyway.]
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[The Down feels strangely...oddly the same. Some things, he suspects, never change. He has housing down here but he's not heading that way, and instead he's keeping to side buildings and alleys, and, well. Maybe he's looking for someone.
Every now and again he lets out a whistle, a trilling that sounds like a robin asserting territory. There are only a small handful of people who would know what that sound means in a place like this, and one of them Jason would prefer to never see again. He doesn't know if Bruce is here too, but he's ready to bolt if he catches wind of him.
He might bolt if someone runs at him too fast, frankly, the fear still pulsing low and deadly in the pit of his stomach, and he would lead them on a good chase.
He whistles again, and sees someone, and for a moment the fear slices through him and he crashes through the alley and crashes past them, runs over them, and keeps running. Time for that chase.]
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[surprise me; Jason was here before and knows the drill, and I'm very easy with scenarios! if you have questions you can pm me or you can find me on plurk @ chelicerae]
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[ Bad attitude, sure, but what's the great harm in that? Particularly without present action, particularly when it's a manner of defense, which... He's no expert, truly, but this is indeed Jason Todd, and the need for bite against a harsh life, against hurt, had seemed plain enough to Kurt. Jason orchestrates thoughtful gifts for loved ones, likes poetry, hates comparison and wants to be picked first.
"Ugly as shit," though, is plainly incorrect. Granted, he might look a little worse for the wear. Tired, irritated... Does he recall anything? Or is he new? If the former, Logan's own astounding return is beaten. ]
Alright, then. Easy enough. And I will donate my card to you as well for your troubles.
[ He may or may not be cheating at the stamp rally by teleporting around. ]
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He doesn't stand but a hand darts out and grips Kurt's hand. There's not a second of hesitation in the gesture, no confusion over someone blue and furry with hands that aren't quite-
-he lets go a second later.]
Do you-
-is it still-
[He trips over his words. Okay. Okay.]
Kurt?
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[ That's his name, spoken after a little stumbling over recognition. The curl of his own fingers for a comforting little squeeze doesn't have time to complete before Jason's hand is drawn back. Kurt moves to sit beside him on the bench. This is wedged somewhere strange between exciting and dreadful. ]
I have remained here the whole time. It has been... Two and half years or so. Since you departed.
It is difficult, I'm sure, to return. The memories may layer and jumble, and the setting could certainly be kinder.
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You're-
[He takes a breath and puts his elbows on his knees, and then his hands in his face for a moment as he takes that in. Kurt's been here the whole time. He doesn't know about anyone else. This place, his memories, it's all a jumble.
His first request would be for Dick, and Logan, and Tiger. Are they still here? Have they been here for two years and a half without him? Or maybe not. Or-
-he shakes his head.]
I don't know how long I was really gone for. I think a year passed at home? It's hard to remember. Shit.
[He rubs his hand on his mouth. He wants to ask but he also doesn't want to know.]
This was a bad time to come back here.
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So, he won't overload things by adding information. He will simply be open with answers when prompted. ]
I imagine it would be hard to find a good time.
[ Both with Duplicity being what it is and masked vigilantism being what it is. Not quite his brand of super-heroics, but... It's not so different, he's sure. Constant crisis. ]
Do you remember what I do? Would you prefer somewhere less public? Either way, we can talk.
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Yeah. Somewhere quiet, though. I've been having some bad reactions to some shit that happened at home and it's still messing with me.
[The fear is, technically, gone. But the aftermath is still there, the residual terror. He thinks if he hears someone cackle right now he'll lose it. He's not even entirely sure he can manage one of Kurt's teleportations, but he has to get out of here, so.
He reaches for Kurt's hand.]
Lead the way, elf.
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The world jerks out of existence and back in, and they're sitting on a sofa in the living area of one of the Up's provided apartments for Dominants. Logan's, where any intrusion will at least be a loved one, still very generic and sparse. Hopefully things might remain quiet for a time, however, to allow things to settle and be introduced gently.
He lifts his hand to pat Jason's back. ] All right?
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He calls back and gets a reply seconds before making eye contact with Jason.
Dammit.
He's expecting the hit, well he was expecting to be punched. Jason rams into him and keeps going though. Confusion delays his pursuit for a moment because what the hell? ]
Jason! Stop!
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Tim was on his side, his brain offers, but the voice is tiny. Tim wasn't part of this. Tim knows this place. Tim has seen-
The voice is screaming, and he can't, he can't-
God, he's fucked up. He knows it. The fear is residual now but it still seems to run the show a bit. Tim wasn't part of it. Tim was on your side.
He heads up like any good bird. For a civilian his movements would be excellent, without fail. For a bat - a bird?
There's a certain erratic motion, a lack of grace. He looks like he's going to slam into a wall at any second or lose his grip. Something is wrong.]
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If there wasn't something wrong Tim doesn't think he would be able to close the gap between them but it's clear that the man's movements are wrong. He's not going to stop so Tim is going to have to catch Jason.
Muscles burn as Tim pushes himself and considers all the shortcuts that he can make to close the distance before he rams into Jason from behind, throwing them back to the ground into a tumble.]
Seriously, why are you running?!
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The safety is still on, though, his finger isn't on the trigger, and he's shaking. It's not a real threat. It's a dog baring its teeth.]
Get off me.
[He says it and his voice is low, but he's shivering like he's freezing.]
Get off me, Tim.
[So Tim knows he's perfectly aware of who he is.]
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I'm getting off but do you want to explain why you're freaking out right now.
[And he does, slowly moving sideways off of Jason, very conscious of where that gun is pointing. The last time he'd had dealt with Jason the man had left him for dead from a batarang to the chest but this feels different, there's no aggression coming from him.
Jason has never been scared of him.]
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Gotham.
[He says it as if that should explain it.]
B's crap.
[What else?]
How long have you been here?
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He's relieved to see the gun be put away though, while Jason has never made his distaste for Tim subtle he's always seemed to prefer beating Tim to death over an instant bullet to the chest. One of those gives him a chance even if it hurts longer.
Sadly Gotham does explain a lot, just not enough]
Two years. And you'll notice we're not in Gotham right now and B hasn't been in the city for over a year. So how about you use your words and tell me why you're suddenly scared of me.
[He could be nicer to a clearly terrified Jason but they're still not exactly friends]
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wildcarding it
But he catches it in the air -- a faint trace of scent he doesn't quite recognise until he's past it and on his way up to his place, just enough to throw him off his stride. It's stronger in the hall, the closer he gets, and an unfamiliar heartbeat inside, waiting for him.
Unfamiliar, but -- maybe not. His own heart picks up the pace as he jostles his keys in the lock, daring to hope that he's not just going nuts (again) and it's not just the memories of the city layering over themselves (again). But inside, it's unmistakable, a mixture of sweat and Orientation-brand soap and the musk of a young healthy body, faint traces of soda and fear and anger. It makes him want to do unreasonable things.
Logan tosses his duffel bag and his keys aside, sniffing at the air like a hound. ]
Jay? [ Calling for him as he heads deeper into the apartment, towards his bedroom, one hand fisted and ready for claws just in case it's a trap, playing on his emotions to drag him into something nasty. ]
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The smell of him is familiar; musky and smokey and pinging parts of Jason's brain that associate it with safety, and it's the first time he's felt that kind of safety since he arrived - since Bruce did what he did - and it made him able to go into a kind of easy sleep that he hasn't had.
The nightmares are still there, though. They trap him in a mess of strange images, memories of Gotham mingling with memories of this place, Dick dying, love and fear tangling in ways that make him ooze fear.
The sound of the door opening wakes him up, and he lays there in Logan's bed, tangled in Logan's sheets and clutching his pillow and trying to get the fear to settle. He wants to run, or hide, but that would involve moving. He wants to not feel this way, and he's -
Logan's voice is rough, and like a balm, enough for him to sit up in the bed just as the door swings open. Logan said his name. Jason's eyes are wide when he sees him.
It's a funny thing. Back home, so much had changed. But whatever he found here wasn't there, and the feelings come smashing back into him like a wave. When he sees Logan, that's a feeling he didn't remember but suddenly does, and he breathes in, and out, faster now.]
Logan.
[He says his name in the same way that some people say the words thank god.]
I'm okay.
[He says it quickly because he knows he must smell like he's been drenched in terror, he knows it must be acidic, unpleasant.
It's also a filthy lie. He is not okay.
But he's better just from seeing him.]
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Logan takes the distance between door and bed in two long strides, crowding into the bed careless of the fact that he's still wearing his boots, reaching out to scoop Jason up into his arms, pulling him in close to kiss his cheek, his jaw, everything he can reach. He's still long and heavy, but he fits just like he always did. ]
It's okay, honey. [ He strokes Jason's back, shoulders, his tousled hair. ] It's okay, I'm here now.
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The rush of absolute relief, mixed with the feeling of reunion makes Jason shake a little as he kisses Logan back, as he wraps his arms around the other man and clings to him like he’s an anchor in a hurricane.]
I couldn’t remember, I was worried, we had fought and I was just, everything is hard to remember but I’m sorry, I’m sorry I took us away from you-
[It feels important to say even though it probably isn’t. He remembers the heartbreaking look on Logan’s face when Jason fought him and stopped his healing factor, when they were broken. It’s tangled with memories of the three of them, curled up in easy mornings, of laughing over the old man’s casual need for sex, at the way that Logan looked at him when he did things like work out or come out of the shower.
God.
He can’t believe he forgot any of this.
He presses his face against Logan’s shirt, and he knows he’s crying. He thinks he’s babbling apologies that he knows he doesn’t have to.]
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[ Jason shivers and breaks between his words, the apologies he doesn't need to give. Back home Logan's been through his own share of Hell, betrayed and used by the people he'd trusted most in the world, and whatever is behind them is long behind them now. So Logan just holds him and murmurs reassurances back at him, telling him he's all right, that he doesn't have anything to worry about any more, the little lies that you tell when you're trying to soothe someone. He rubs his hand in circles over Jason's back, feeling the tension running through him like a highwire put under pressure and sent springing.
Part of him wants to find whoever scared Jason like this and drag them out from whatever rock they've hidden under so he can turn them into a red pulp, but he knows he can't do that -- probably. And Jason needs him right here right now, curled into his arms, so he doesn't move, just settles onto the bed and keeps hold of him until the tears have run their course. ]
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There is no embarrassment in him, like there would be if it was anyone else. He is very still for a moment, and then he speaks.]
I was only home for a year. Maybe a little more. There was a fight in Gotham, and Bruce, he-
[He needs to say it.]
We were on opposite sides of a fight. Me, D, Tim. Selina. And Bruce was on the other side. He trapped me. And put a chip in my brain that did-
[His words trail off.]
Dick stopped him. But my emotional regulation is kind of shot right now. It hasn’t. It’s only been a day. It was yesterday.
You’re here.
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Maybe it found the Up just as unappealing as she did? She's contemplating that idea, when the whistling gets a bit louder, and she steps into an alleyway to find that it's not a bird but a man whistling. A man that's quite large.
And getting larger.]
Shit-! [Eyes widen when she's rushed at, spider senses alerting her enough to dart out of the way to avoid him. Gwen's already turning in a flash, hands up ready for a fight-] You picked the wrong girl today, buddy!
[And... he's still running.]
Oh. That was anticlimactic.
[She jogs after him at first.] Hey, where are you going?! [And the man is still running. And that gets her interest all the more piqued. Maybe he needs help? Maybe he's running from something? To something?
And here she is with no fluid for her webshooters to give a proper chase. Gwen sighs and gives chase the old-fashioned way.] Wait up! Got somewhere to be?!
thank you for your patience while I got my shit together
God, he wants his grapple.
He whistles again, this time the Robin whistle calling for backup. It's a whistle he hasn't used in years, but he hopes that maybe Dick is here, Dick can answer what's going on, Dick can step in.
The point is: he does not wait up. Instead he gets on the roof of a building and stays on the edge of it as he races for the next building.]
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If her secret identity even matters here. It's a quick decision. And maybe a dumb one, but being here and being treated like crap for being a 'Submissive' has her off center, and it seems a hell of a lot more careless.]
Screw it.
[Gwen's too intrigued to just let it go. Leaping upward, she lands half-way up the building and scampers up the rest of the way. The whistle catches her ears as she lands on the roof just as she spots him jumping to the next. And Gwen gives chase, moving to leap after him, landing on the next building roof with the grace of a dancer. She's not moving to tackle him, still trying to work out just why he's running. If he's not a threat, she doesn't want to hurt him for no reason.]
Why are you running? You okay? Late to a date? I'm terrible at being on time, too. [She calls after him, not sounding out of breath, instead remarkably casual like she's just chatting with someone on a walk.]
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Not good for a variety of reasons, but the primary one being that the longer he runs the more likely it is that he'll respond to violence. But more than that, it means she's not normal. She has to be a meta, or maybe in the League-?
No, if she was in the League, she wouldn't be talking at all.
All of that runs through Jason's head as he dips to pick up something - a rock, he thinks through the panic - and aims it at where her head will be with the accuracy of someone who frequently throws objects at people and has them hit.]
Stop!