4251/Danger, Will Robinson!

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Danger, Will Robinson!
Date of Scene: 10 April 2018
Location: Titans Tower
Synopsis: Robin and Breath meet up to talk in private.
Cast of Characters: Robin (Wayne), Breath




Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin had messaged Breath to meet him after his monitor duty. True to his word, Damian was ready right after. The white walls of the Danger Room make the space seem much bigger than it really is, and Robin was small. Damian waits to see what Breath had wanted, but had a feeling what it would be concerning.

Breath has posed:
Breath showed up a little bit early, and is waiting. "Hey." She waves in a friendly sort of way, as is pretty typical.

She ums, "Um. So.. Yeah. Like, a couple things. But like, the first one? That sounds kind of like what you were upset about? Like.. Cyborg throws every weight in the gym on the old bar and plays with it, Rainy zips around at ridiculous speed and does all sorts of crazy stuff, Stardust dances on the ceiling and stands in front of grenades, and I? Am basically the Big Bad Wolf."

She paces a little bit. "And like.. I didn't do anything to even earn THAT. I feel like I am letting people down, you know? I have people I want to be helping, but I feel like, you know, the token chick in the cartoon sometimes or something. So like, I really do think you are super awesome, because like, you don't even have *that* and you are awesome."

She looks back, brushing her hair back with obvious nervousness and biting her lip. Stuff has been gnawing on her, but she's so much of an open book sometimes that nobody bothers reading her, maybe. "So like.. I could use any pointers you can give me? Because sometimes I feel like nobody knows what they're really doing, but everybody else is enough of a walking god that they can get away with it."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin looks back to Breath as she walks in, sheathing his sword. "It's not you I'm frustrated with. It's that asshole Rayner." He responds, gritting his teeth, seething in anger. "Regardless Of Red X, he insulted me in his statement. He's a novice, but talks as if he is my better." A green gloves hand reaches to lower his hood. "Your trying to use blowguns was novel. But you would need a cannon barrel in order to contain your breath. You should focus on harnessing your blows to targeted areas. No one faces the wind and stares into it. Use that to your advantage to close the gap and strike."

Breath has posed:
Breath nods. "Well.. yeah. I tried to shoot Darkseid with a blowgun. The pipe blew up. I figured at least I could try to like, fling flashbangs or CS gas around or something. But yeah, that's how I deal with people that might have guns, is puff in their face. I can only close so fast though."

She hmms and frowns. "And, um... Yeah, not gonna apologize for Rayner. I don't know WHAT his thing is. Maybe someday I can corner him and drag some sort of traumatic backstory out of him or something, iunno. I mean.." She ponders whether to go on for a bit, looking down at the floor and scratching her toe on the floor behind her ankle, suddenly extra femme. Nervous reaction, it seems. "Well, not *drag*. That would be super rude. Just, you know. I want people to be doing okay, I guess."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin gives a nod. "Have you tried to harness more than just a small area? Create real gale force winds, or if that fails, bone up on your martial arts."

  The comments on tragic stories and all just go over Robin's head. He doesn't have the feelings for such things, and most likely he has an equally tragic backstory than most everyone else. His face remains neutral, but Breath would know he is simply masking his anger.

Breath has posed:
Breath tilts her head. "I can spread the breath out more, but it disperses faster if I open it too wide. I mean, I can do kind of what you can do blowing stuff around, just like.. hard enough to throw panel vans for distance and accuracy. Which I did before.. Ripped a few windows out of their frames and into monsters too."

She takes a couple steps closer to you and tilts her head, twiddling her fingers together in front of her chest. "As far as the martial arts.. iunno, I mean, I'm no Batman, but I picked up a fair bit. Boxing gym, judo, competitive wrestling, and some police tactics. Like, I'm not sure what you're asking about there? Or like, you can just try me. I mean, I'll totally lose, but, you know."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin raises an eyebrow, a little skeptical. "So what exactly are you wanting from me? Sounds to me like you have a solid grasp on how to fight."

Breath has posed:
Breath frowns. "Well, like.. I can fight. Some. I can run. I can blow wooden buildings apart. I have *some* tactics. But like.. I know I can do *better*, and the people around me are all just like 'Lol, I'm just gonna stand here and giggle if they start shooting at me, and then, I dunno, hit them with a truck I guess'. And I.."

She sighs and slumps a bit. "I don't feel like I'm good enough. I mean, I got used to being the token chick on the wrestling team and helping the team out there. Now I feel like the token chick here, even when there's a bunch of other women in the room. You know? And you've had to work so much harder for everything, and you, y'know, are kind of awesome. I mean, I want to get to know you better and learn a bit more from you, because like, you're one of the only ones here I can try to look up to? Because it's not like I can just.. randomly learn how to bounce bullets off my butt or anything. It's just, you're always angry, and I don't know why - like, I know there's reasons, but it's all the time - and when I try to talk to you you end up storming out. Like.. every time! I mean.. I know you had something happen, and I'm not going to ask, just.. you know. I want your help to be, like.. better. Because you have great ideas, and sometimes I don't get those from anybody. They don't need them, they have Great Cosmic Power."

She stops and looks back to you, looking you over quietly and giving you time to decide what to say back to that, lightly brushing an unruly hair out of her face.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin simply keeps looking at Breath, measuring her over. "The only way I feel like the token anything is the token psychopath." Damian offers, half sounding intimidating, half true.

  "My Father is one of the worlds most elite heroes, my mother is one of the deadliest people in the planet, her father is the head of a world wide crime syndicate involved in thousands of political assassinations over the last six hundred years. Of all these years, he was the leader, and still is to this day." Damian turns a moment. "I was designed to be the perfect heir to that organization. Killing runs in my veins and has ever since I could walk. I was forced to learn from the best tutors in the world, ranging from games and theory, to the fine arts."

  Robin turns around, lowering his hood. "So you have come to the correct person to learn from, but be weary of who you try to learn more about."

Breath has posed:
Breath frowns a bit. "Well.. yeah. That's a pretty messed up past. But, you know. Now you get to be YOU. Whatever, you know. THAT is. You get to figure out what that means now. I'm thinking it's going to be really awesome."

She looks off to the side, looking for some cool thing to look at for a moment... but the White Default Screen isn't exactly full of interesting places to look away at. She brushes some hair out of her face, then adds, "I mean, my *dad* wanted me to be a /manly man/. And you can.. you know. See how well THAT worked out for him. I mean, seriously. They gave you a bunch of baggage. Really shit baggage, it sounds like. Now it's up to you to unpack it and show them what you can do with the goodies inside."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin half expected Breath to freak out and excuse herself from the conversation, but she did not. He responds with a simple: <TT> Damian clicks his tongue, before looking to the girl. "What kind of moves do the pieces make in chess?" A trial question, but definitely relevant to her chosen field of study.

Breath has posed:
Breath blinks. "It depends on what sense you mean 'move'. They move, they capture. The different pieces have their own ways they move and threaten." She tilts her head a little bit. "And there's lots of metaphors for the pieces."

She hmmms, "So, is this a question about chess, or a metaphor about chess? And if it is, what pieces are we?" She hmms. "And aren't we dealing with a lot of riddles lately from somebody else?"

She looks at you with a questioning look. "That makes me totally wonder why you are asking me stuff that sounds like a riddle right now. Is there a question behind the question?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian blinks twice, out of surprise. "No, I was trying to see if you knew what moves they can make. You need to know that if you want to learn strategy."

Breath has posed:
Breath ohs, "Well, of course I know what moves they make. I'm not great at it, but I know the rules at least. I know there's all kinds of patterns that people who are good at the game start learning when they study lots of chess games... sort of like how some of the jocks would study games and matches so they could pick out some of the trends and patterns."

She smiles and dips her head with a flash of shyness and nervous femininity. "But you know. If you want to show me some chess, we can do that, sure.."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin gives a nod. "Good, take I some practice, and we can play. I want you to think of it as a battle. Each piece is a teammate, you know what they can and can't do. We are giving you a foundation for real time tactics." Damian lifts his hood over his trim black hair. "Demonstrate to me you can think three or moves ahead and we can move to combat." The young man starts to exit the Danger Room, walking calmly with hardly a sound.

Breath has posed:
Breath nods. She frowns to herself. Greeat. More homework. Then, she ponders a bit.

You are walking out suddenly. You do that. You expect her to stay put and let you.

If she follows, that might throw your plan off; you would never be angry at her for walking out of a room openly, but it might leave you unsettled. Your reactions seem to favor predictability, which is typical of those with childhoods that featured not so much of a sense of safety. That probably wouldn't gain her anything, and she has already arranged a future meeting; she has a bit of new information to work with, so it's probably a bit early to pry for more.. and right now, does she need it? Maybe later, but the opportunities will come...

So she sits and waits in thought and lets you make your grand exit, not following you and seemingly distracted by thoughts about chess.