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notrosecolored) wrote2026-01-12 07:10 pm
notrosecolored) wrote2026-01-12 07:10 pm
Duplicity Contact Post
Call, text, action all go here
Call, text, action all go here
They... adapt. If they've been exposed to you before, at least the ones where I'm from, would be... different now.
[ Well. This is... something.
He hadn't thought they'd ever meet in person, and when Steve opens the door, he just looks at Scott for several long seconds as he takes him in. Or maybe he's trying to see if there are any noticeable similarities between him and Nate. He isn't sure. Either way, Steve eventually moves and makes room for him in the entryway. ]
You wanna come in? [ No point asking who he is. ]
He hadn't thought they'd ever meet in person, and when Steve opens the door, he just looks at Scott for several long seconds as he takes him in. Or maybe he's trying to see if there are any noticeable similarities between him and Nate. He isn't sure. Either way, Steve eventually moves and makes room for him in the entryway. ]
You wanna come in? [ No point asking who he is. ]
[ The most striking similarities are that they're both tall and long limbed -which isn't all that obvious given Scott's heavier build and bulkier muscle these days, and their eyes. Which on Scott are obviously not visible.
His glasses being reflective surely isn't strange at all.
He takes a second or two to take Steve in, looking for differences between him and the man he knows as Captain America. There really aren't many.
He steps inside, pulls the door closed behind him.]
Yes.
[ One word, then he grabs Steve by the shirt - well hooks his fingers into the collar, steps in without warning or preamble and kisses him hard. Not with teeth, not violently, just a hard, abrupt, kiss.
Better than puching?]
We aren't enemies. That doesn't mean we're on the same team, Rogers.
His glasses being reflective surely isn't strange at all.
He takes a second or two to take Steve in, looking for differences between him and the man he knows as Captain America. There really aren't many.
He steps inside, pulls the door closed behind him.]
Yes.
[ One word, then he grabs Steve by the shirt - well hooks his fingers into the collar, steps in without warning or preamble and kisses him hard. Not with teeth, not violently, just a hard, abrupt, kiss.
Better than puching?]
We aren't enemies. That doesn't mean we're on the same team, Rogers.
I used to justify them a lot. I'm past that now.
I know. I'm sorry I can't get there. I'm trying to find someone who can.
[ He really doesn't know much about this man at all, and given that he can't see his eyes... Steve frowns in those seconds it takes for Scott to get inside, a little slow on the response when Scott grabs him by the shirt and drags him in for a kiss. It holds long enough that his lips part, brain scrambling to catch up from being so caught unaware.
When it happens, Steve presses a flattened hand to Scott's chest and shoves him back. Hard enough to be felt. Hard enough to push him back against the door he's closed. ]
You could have just told me that in a text.
[ His voice is low, not angry but confused. ]
Look. [ There's authority in that word. Some people just respond better to it. ] I know you don't like me. And whatever this other version of me did to you – I'm sorry that happened.
[ Steve wishes he understood, but he doesn't. He doesn't even think it's his place to ask. ]
But we need to work together here.
When it happens, Steve presses a flattened hand to Scott's chest and shoves him back. Hard enough to be felt. Hard enough to push him back against the door he's closed. ]
You could have just told me that in a text.
[ His voice is low, not angry but confused. ]
Look. [ There's authority in that word. Some people just respond better to it. ] I know you don't like me. And whatever this other version of me did to you – I'm sorry that happened.
[ Steve wishes he understood, but he doesn't. He doesn't even think it's his place to ask. ]
But we need to work together here.
No.
[ It's pretty flat and without much in the way of inflection. ]
Not only do we not, we can't and we aren't going to. That isn't because of what another version of you did, but because what you are doing and demonstrating here.
[ He isn't angry at all, just very direct. ]
And I could have told you that in a text, but since the last time I tried that it didn't sink in, it seemed like it was time to up the ante and the directness.
[ It's pretty flat and without much in the way of inflection. ]
Not only do we not, we can't and we aren't going to. That isn't because of what another version of you did, but because what you are doing and demonstrating here.
[ He isn't angry at all, just very direct. ]
And I could have told you that in a text, but since the last time I tried that it didn't sink in, it seemed like it was time to up the ante and the directness.
As long as I'm breathing.
Edited 2022-08-01 21:00 (UTC)
[ Steve appreciates direct, but even that can get lost in all the context. ]
Meaning what exactly? [ He has to consider their other conversations, what had happened since then. ] I'm not asking you to be involved. Everyone here can make their own choices.
[ There's no point trying to convince him of anything when he's already made up his mind. ]
Meaning what exactly? [ He has to consider their other conversations, what had happened since then. ] I'm not asking you to be involved. Everyone here can make their own choices.
[ There's no point trying to convince him of anything when he's already made up his mind. ]
Doesn't want Scott to think he's right, confirms that Scott is right. Midnighter's great at this, isn't he?
He leans against his dresser, palms resting on either side of him to hold the edge loosely and considering all of this - without giving away much of what he's thinking.
Or feeling.
"How did you feel about doing it?"
He leans against his dresser, palms resting on either side of him to hold the edge loosely and considering all of this - without giving away much of what he's thinking.
Or feeling.
"How did you feel about doing it?"
[ Scott's feelings and conflict in them sharply spike around that statement. He's frustrated at himself - and Steve, and the city.
It only shows in his jaw and shoulders tightening and a few seconds of silence.
Then he very, very deliberately removes that tension. Relaxes his body physically and just... shoves it all away from him in the space of one forced, deep breath. ]
Not only can everyone here make their own decisions, they will; Nate isn't likely to listen to anyone trying to tell him what to do any time soon.
I'm here because what seems to be your objective, at least in this, is also mine. I'm not your enemy and I don't want to be. Your methods are exactly opposed to mine right now and that feels like a threat. I'm trying to move past you feeling like one.
And that was never going to happen with text.
It only shows in his jaw and shoulders tightening and a few seconds of silence.
Then he very, very deliberately removes that tension. Relaxes his body physically and just... shoves it all away from him in the space of one forced, deep breath. ]
Not only can everyone here make their own decisions, they will; Nate isn't likely to listen to anyone trying to tell him what to do any time soon.
I'm here because what seems to be your objective, at least in this, is also mine. I'm not your enemy and I don't want to be. Your methods are exactly opposed to mine right now and that feels like a threat. I'm trying to move past you feeling like one.
And that was never going to happen with text.
"How did the psychopath engineered for doling out pain feel about it?" The patronizing smile he gives Scott is likely infuriating.
"Again, he was a special case. Jamie needed help and I was well-equipped to help. But most of the time I don't dish out pain to help. I dish it out to fracture bones, pull out spinal columns, calculate just how much pressure I need to apply to make a body literally pop. That's the fun part."
"Again, he was a special case. Jamie needed help and I was well-equipped to help. But most of the time I don't dish out pain to help. I dish it out to fracture bones, pull out spinal columns, calculate just how much pressure I need to apply to make a body literally pop. That's the fun part."
"That is the worst sell I have ever heard in my life, particularly given how evasive it was."
Look. He just-
He's just putting that out there.
Look. He just-
He's just putting that out there.
"Evasive?" he laughs out loud, shocked and surprised by the accusation.
"I think most people consider me an open book." One they would like to shut tight most of the time. "If you ask the right questions. I have precognition, but it's for fighting."
"I think most people consider me an open book." One they would like to shut tight most of the time. "If you ask the right questions. I have precognition, but it's for fighting."
Edited 2022-08-01 22:11 (UTC)
"Yeah. You realize you can use saying technically true things and being obnoxious as a defense, right?" His eyebrow - just one - shows up over the rim of his glasses. "I technically have something similar but it's not actually a precognitive ability; it's math."
"What do I have to be defensive about?" He knows, deep down, he shouldn't ask. But Midnighter was not built to retreat. So instead, he barrels on down the road littered with traps. He'll survive, though. He always does, even if he comes out the other end a little rougher for wear.
But, ike every fight, he doesn't want to give his next moves away. His focus ends up on the plastic container that he thoughtfully finds a spot for in the closet.
But, ike every fight, he doesn't want to give his next moves away. His focus ends up on the plastic container that he thoughtfully finds a spot for in the closet.
"I don't know, maybe about the fact that you don't like yourself very much and if you aggressively pretend to be nothing but the killing machine in your head no one will notice."
Well.
Midnighter asked.
Well.
Midnighter asked.
Midnighter doesn't pause or blink. Doesn't give away any indignation about how he feels about this very rude attack on his person. He stands back up, nudging the storage bin into the far back of the closet, and then looks at Scott.
"Please, I love myself." Look at him: six-foot-five and handsome. What's there not to love? "Every day is a holiday when you're me, Scotty."
And it's true. He does love what—who he is. He's the boogeyman, and that thrills his black little heart when he goes out a'wassailing with a giant sickle and some bubblegum.
"Please, I love myself." Look at him: six-foot-five and handsome. What's there not to love? "Every day is a holiday when you're me, Scotty."
And it's true. He does love what—who he is. He's the boogeyman, and that thrills his black little heart when he goes out a'wassailing with a giant sickle and some bubblegum.
He looks Midnighter up and down, very pointedly and while he's tempted to outright say 'I don't believe you', he does not.
Instead he says, "Yeah. Halloween."
Instead he says, "Yeah. Halloween."
Midnighter snickers with genuine amusement.
"Hey, it's the best holiday." Then a light bulb flashes above his head. "You haven't seen me in my costume yet."
"Hey, it's the best holiday." Then a light bulb flashes above his head. "You haven't seen me in my costume yet."
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