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Rp w/ dare
Jun 16, 2015 21:40:50 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 16, 2015 21:40:50 GMT -7
(Ooh! That must've been fun. What instrument do you play?)
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 16, 2015 22:00:18 GMT -7
"Mmmm," was all Robo could say. He didn't really know what to say in response to that. He could sympathize a little bit, because he didn't like the greedy, leering stares he saw people giving a supposedly helpless going man, and he didn't like having to hide himself either. If he'd had anything to say he wouldn't have been able to say it without fear of someone notice he didn't have a mouth. Though...perhaps he could pass it off as an elaborate costume. He wondered- how many people had noticed him already? Had they noticed the headlight-beam eyes, even half shadowed as they were? Had they noticed the metallic gleam, the disproportionately large shoulders? Evidently not, but if they had they didn't say anything.
Soon the bus ground to a halt, groaning as it did so. There was a ding and several passengers got up to leave. Glancing over out the window, Robo noticed the building with ththe glorified A on it less than a block away- more like a street corner away, really. He nudged the blind man with an elbow, pretending to help him up by supporting him, hands still in his pockets, as he stood. He began moving to the door, but the bus driver stopped him, flinging out a hand to stop him and bumping his chest with a slight thud.
The driver looked up and saw Robo, the suspicious, angry look on his face quickly sliding into one of incredulousness. Wordlessly, Robo turned his head and looked at the tower again, then back at the driver, who quivered and put his arm down, flustered. "N-nevermind sir.For you, there's no fee," he said timidly, but Robo shook his head.
"Matt," he said quietly, "bus fare."
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 16, 2015 22:07:42 GMT -7
(I play this beast:
note that I'm 5' 3" and probably shorter than that guy so it looks a lot bigger. Also mine is gold.
also, that picture is of the phantom regiment euphonium line, and phantom reg is a drum corps AND THEY'RE AMAZING OMG)
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 17, 2015 10:10:21 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 17, 2015 10:10:21 GMT -7
The blind man's heart leapt to his throat when he heard the undeniable thud of metal when the bus driver stopped Robo, but thankfully, he didn't make a big deal of it. He could still hear his speeding heart rate and smell the adrenaline waving off him, though: he was scared of the robot. Grinning goodheartedly, Matt pulled his wallet out of his pocket, and handed him a few wrinkled, leathery bills to try and take his mind off the encounter. "Sure hope those are singles," he joked as he handed the terrified driver he bills, and he clumsily stepped off the bus and unfolded his cane once more. The two of them started to make their way down the block to the colossal tower, and though the city was alive with noises of cars, horns, and talking people, the two of them were silent, minus the faint tapping of Matt's cane. Eventually, he spoke up. "That sure was close," he grumbled. "Do you think he noticed?"
(Oh that's sick! And I've never heard of them :/ I'll look em up though.)
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 17, 2015 10:30:59 GMT -7
"With the amount of cash you gave him? No, he didn't." Robo assured him. The bus driver probably remembered that New York now had a superhero team based right in its midst, and with all the craziness surrounding them, he might have automatically assumed Robo was looking for them- which he was, but nobody needed to know that. Perhaps he thought he was a supervillain, as the city had taken to calling their assailants, amusingly enough.
Soon they reached the tower. The doors were surprisingly normal-sized. He guessed that maybe it was open to civilians. With the number of stories that thing had, it wouldn't surprise him. After all, how much space did six heroes need? "We can just walk in?" He asked, not wanting to appear like he was breaking in when he wasn't.
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 17, 2015 10:39:51 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 17, 2015 10:39:51 GMT -7
"I'm sure we can," the blind man reassured, "The Avengers are all about staying in the public's eye." He tapped slowly up to the door, and fumbled for the handle for a moment before he opened it. Once the door was opened, Matt felt a relieving, cool breeze from inside the building, and he began to tap and walk towards what he thought was the receptionist's desk. The lobby of the Tower was bustling, with employees and civilians alike running errands, talking, or waiting for appointments; the two of them melted into the landscape, appearing as nothing out of the normal. When he felt the cool granite of some kind of desk on his fingertips, he shyly asked the robot, "This is the front desk, correct?" He had to admit, he was good at this little act of his. He knew it was the front desk.
(Look at me, I'm not taking an hour to get back to you!)
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 17, 2015 10:42:11 GMT -7
(ok before I reply- since this is in 2015, I'm assuming it's after the fall of shield and aou right? But that would mean they're in the avengers training camp in nj, so maybe this is like halfway between ca:ws and aaou?)
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 17, 2015 10:53:26 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 17, 2015 10:53:26 GMT -7
(Oh omg you're right, I completely forgot) (Let's go with that. Because they wouldn't really know about Ultron yet/he was just created, and he's our villain)
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 17, 2015 11:14:10 GMT -7
(then again since we're playing with alternate timelines, it's completely okay if the ultron from our au is from like, 2016 ;) JUSTIFIED)
The woman at the desk, who had dark hair pulled back in a ponytail and a name tag identifying her as "Hill" looked up from her iPad-like device and said, "It is, what do you need, sirs?"
Hill, Maria Hill to be exact, was working the front desk as a favor to a friend she'd made at Stark Industries. She herself worked in Human Resources, and the front desk was boring if anything, but if nothing else it was a break from working with stuffy businessmen and idiotic people who didn't really know what they were doing. Well, not really. At the front desk she was still dealing with those kinds of people, just for shorter amounts of time.
In the same short amount time it took the blind man to formulate a reply, she examined the duo. The person beside him was short, and tried to cover his face with his hood- but Maria could see the glowing blue eyes. This drew her attention to him, and she noticed his stocky build and ill-fitting jacket. He didn't say anything to her, though. Odd...
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 17, 2015 11:35:28 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 17, 2015 11:35:28 GMT -7
"Oh," the lawyer murmured as he turned to face the woman. "Sorry about that, miss" he apologized with a coy, almost flirtatious grin. Matt knew how to play women. "But my partner and I have a business opportunity that some of your, um, Avengers, might be interested in." He paused as he laced his fingers together. "Is there any way we could have some kind of meeting with them in the near future, possibly today?" He had a hopeful, honest tone in his voice as he presented his request.
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