Owner	Pose
Vorpal	Vorpalo When I come home feelin' tired and beat I go up where the air is fresh and sweet I get away from the hustling crowd And all that rat-race noise down in the street On the roof, the only place I know Where you just have to wish to make it so Let's go u- *CLICK* Enough of that, mutters Vorpal as he stops Pandora from streaming. Coincidences. He hated coincidences. It usually meant chaos was roiling and the universe was ready to do one of its turns. He loved surprises, but oftentimes surprises didn't love him. He was sitting on the edge of the roof, legs dangling, while looking at several documents on his tablet. Notes he had gathered from the recent incident at the children's hospital and the subsequent follow-ups. Something was getting... terribly freaky. "Maybe Raven will have something on this," he mutters as he circles a digital photo of one of the kids' drawings. Yeah, unsettling. "She's all up in that creepy stuff..."
Koriand'r	"And so, here we are coming to my most favorite part of the Tower... the roof!" The elevator opens up, and coming out of it - or, rather, floating out of it, was Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran. Fondly known to some as Starfire. Who didn't believe in walking, apparently, as she kinda floats out of the elevator, throwing her arms wide as she greets... "Oh glorious sun!" she calls to the heavens, a giggle underscoring her voice as her eyes flash brighter. Closing her eyes then, she gains a little bit of altitude - flying above head height for most. "I do enjoy staying up here, or using this as a place to take off. The glorious heat and energy of the sun is most soothing, and..." Starfire peeks open one eye, glancing down at Vorpal. "Friend Vorpal," she says. "Why do you dangle so on the edge of the building?"
Damian Wayne	Starfire had given Robin the rundown of the Tower. The boy was pretty impressed, and frankly a bit surprised there were so many varieties of mustard to be had. Still dressed in his Robin uniform complete with katana, he followed out to the top of the tower. "This would be a good place for..." He cut himself off once he had seen Vorpal.   A bit of a smug smile creeped on Damian's face, he'd already gotten the drop on Vorpal three times, but it probably wasn't a good idea for him to scare the cat off of the roof...accidentally of course. "Vorpal." He offered, giving the familiar downward nod to the feline.
Vorpal	"Friend Starfire, because that is the nature-" Vorpal cuts off when he peers over his shoulder and his expression is one of surprise. For a moment, he seems unsure of what to say as several things come to his mind, racing to make it out of his mouth. Such as: 'I didn't know we had ordered a new lawn ornament.' 'We are now getting sponsored bythe Lollipop Guild?' 'Is this now a little get together?' 'If he's going to carry the Titans flag, it's going to be an incredibly low standard.' That's the danger of being in Vorpal's mind. But he obviously decides that a diplomatic approach is better, as he stands up and looks back at Robin. "Robin." He says it in the same tone that some people might say 'Well, that's... special.' But he did give him a compliment. Or an encouragement. Or something along those lines. As much as you could get from this creature, anyways. He decides the verbal chill may have been too chilly and walks forward, extending a hand, forcing some warmth into his voice. "So... Star is giving you the tour. Does that mean you're... going to be a Titan now?" There is a hint in his voice. Something like the tone of voice people may have given Saint George when they asked 'you killed a WHAT?'
Koriand'r	"Oh, yes, Robin is going to be a part of our group here!" chirps Star. "As I was saying to Cassie - we are in very large need of detectives - you may have noticed that there are many things that need investigating - and we have many people who can throw buses into buildings. While I think T..." Secret Identities, maybe! "...the Robin who is most Red is very good at mysteries, I feel we can benefit very much from those with a more analytical nature, yes?" Star was all smiles now, showing her teeth as she beams a smile.
Damian Wayne	"Yes, once I had found the communicator, it was only a matter of time." He offers, and though his predecessor had been more of a fan of keeping his identity a secret: Damian also had to follow suit.      Robin had accepted the hand that was offered to him. This was a needed experience for Damian, "We've met before." He informs Starfire, if only to placate any questions on how they know each other. "How are your hands?" Robin asks, looking the hand over for any ill effects Batman's gadget had caused.
Vorpal	"I had to wash them ten times to get the smell off," the cat says with a smirk, "There was no residue, but maybe you should tell Batman to smell his stuff before he splooges it on someone else's hands. That crap smells like an adult emporium had a child with a chemistry lab." He turns his hands over, "But I guess I can't complain. He could have left that stuff on and it would have ended with me yanking chunks of fur off in the end..." He shivers at the thought, and looks over at Kori. "We met, he was with Batman, who got his sticky stuff all over my hands. And gagged me." He shakes his headd, "Don't ask me, for all I know that's how Batman says 'hello.'" He ponders for a few seconds, and says "It's always good to have a Robin to have your back." He guesses. Even though he liked Red Robin. Red Robin smiled. Red Robin could make jokes. He's not quite sure that this little ninja is not, in fact, a robot of some sort. A Bat-Bot. Batman would totally create Bat-Bots. "Maybe you can train the rest of us in the art of detection and we can be something like your Baker Street Irregulars. Except better showered."
Koriand'r	A pause then, and Starfire looks from Damian to Vorpal, picking up a certain... vibe in the air, however late. There had been a lot of this vibe since she had made the decision to push Damian through the whole process. Even if he did get a few 'no' or 'hesitant' votes, overall. Her lips purse. The last thing Robin says sounds vaguely encouraging? "Oh, so you are a warrior, Robin?" asks Starfire of Robin then. "Is it... ah... appropriate for someone to shoot sticky stuff over people's hands as a greeting?" she asks, somehow becoming a little more confused at the full capabilities of humans now.
Damian Wayne	Damian musters a chuckle, if not only out of schadenfreude to Vorpal's plight. "When he took me in, he strapped me down into a chair with a straightjacket. After using knockout gas on me." Yes, that is not an exaggeration, 100 percent true.   Robin had to shake his head at Starfire. "No, it's not an appropriate greeting to most people. Just to Batman." He offers, Red Robin had been more personable, but Damian doesn't mince words, he's brutally honest. "Yes, I am a warrior myself. Trained in the art of combat since I could walk."
Vorpal	The Cheshire cat raises an eyebrow. "That is... that. What. No. Just." He shakes his head. Reboot. "That is seven Gary Buseys level of fucked up. Man, you've got my condolences. And I thought he had been a total dick to *me*..." He blinks, and then he says "I'm sorry, is there a language code? I didn't read one in the bylaws. Do I have to put pennies in a jar now?" He looks at Starfire, expectantly, his tail twitching behid him.
Cassie Sandsmark	Cassie appears above the tower rather suddenly, all the fancy fast-flyer sort of person that she is, and it being far enough away from the city proper that she doesn't feel as much of a need to restrain herself. Plus, sometimes it just feels good to fly! Subsonic, since those BOOMS tend to draw unhappy attention, but still. Pretty much there's a dot in the distance for a little bit, and then woosh, there's a Cassie, swooping in over the iconic T-shaped tower's wide rooftop, legs swinging down from the more classic horizontal flying pose as she hovers and lands. Despite the sudden appearance, the girl herself as ever looks rather normal teenager, still dressed in what could easily be called casual street clothes save for the logo on her chest, which could almost make it a half-assed costume. Who knows! "Hey guys," she greets the bunch of them in her normal friendly fashion. "What, we hazing the new guy? Gonna throw him off the roof? Or just getting to know each other? We should have a welcome party or something!"
Koriand'r	Starfire pauses a few moments. "I think it would be best to have what is called a jar for swears, yes? We're /Titans/, after all," clearing her throat a bit, she hovers there, examining the Cheshire. "And I do not want bylaws, or too many laws, or charters - these things are for the Justice League - we are here to just... help?" It sounded like a question. Probably because Cassie just landed /right there/. "We were speaking about war and greetings," says Starfire. To Damian. "I wish to spar you sometime - I will not fly or use starbolts, I promise. I would be happy to." "Hello, friend Cassie!" she calls, lifting up her hand to greet the Amazonian girl. "We're just talking. Have you met Vorpal?" A beat. "He looks like a cat, but he is much larger and can talk."
Damian Wayne	The youngest Robin gives his familiar nod to Cassie. He figured that there were going to be plenty of opportunities to spar here. His ego did hover make him think that he would simply win out over all.   "If you wish to, that is just fine with me, Starfire." He says, smirking from one side of his mouth.   The notion of a swear jar however, does inspire him to reach into his utility belt. The boy takes out two one hundred dollar bills. "Prepayment." He says, knowing himself, that should last about a couple weeks.
Vorpal	Vorpal looks up as Cassie arrives, and blinks. "Holy sh-cra-er- Aphrodite, it's Wonder Girl!" Almost as if he were about to fanboy out, the cat looks like he's about to say something when he stops himself. Hard. And then, after taking a quick breath, he says- "I mean, hello. Yes, I am a new member of the team as well alongside Robin. Just a Cat-man and Robin. Pleased to meet you!" He wants to ask questions. Has she actually met Wonder Woman? What is she like? But he makes an admirable show of restraint and manages to maintain his dignity. Such as it is, anyways. "Sparring would be a great idea. Building team dynamics. And we can learn from each other." Granted, he didn't have much experience in hand-to-hand, so the thing everybody could learn from him was... He'll think of something.
Cassie Sandsmark	"I've never been too good at following rules," Cassie admits, as an answer to what seems to be Stafire's hanging question. This is a girl who got her first taste of heroing 'borrowing' some of Wonder Woman's more choice magical loot, after all. "So uh, loose guidelines and stuff, is my vote! Way easier that way." Though she can't help but grin at Damian's rather pragmatic take on the whole thing, and his rather... generous assessment of likely future offenses. Of course, the next big item, Starfire's remaining question, and its answer really, all come together with Vorpal's reaction. So, clearly not, as Cassie glances toward him and he reacts, well, as he does! "Uh, hi." Momentarily, she looks a little uncertain or taken aback, as the excited fangirling has always been *her* schtick, applied to her more senior Amazons, who she once idolized as distant role models before joining their ranks. But Vorpal pulls it back a little, and she recovers toward taking in it in stride as well. "Nice t' meetcha. Yeah, I, uh, kinda see that. Nice, er, ears?" She's almost used to this, by now, with the Atlanteans and Tamaraneans and other such folk all cluttering up the place! Without him asking more, but the talk of sparring coming up again, she pivots back to that 'greetings and war' comment. "So if everyone's met up, is that the war part? Or is something else going on? Training would be great, the Amazons started teaching me, but really, I'm kinda an amateur with my weapons and stuff still. I'm sure you and Kori can teach me a lot," she offers, apparently taking whatever of Damian's boasts of skill at face value.
Koriand'r	Cassie was one to talk! She was like an Amazonian. Or something. They needed more humans around. Did Damian qualify? Vorpal seemed to at least give off the vibe that he did not. Hmmn. Things to ponder and consider, and ask the Google if they were true or not. "Training is what I meant with war, yes. To see what could be done, if we didn't use powers - against the other." A beat. "At least, that seems like it may be a fun activity to do sometime. To see what we could learn from each other, yes?" says Starfire, beaming a smile then.
Damian Wayne	Damian gives a bit of a grimace to Vorpal, he wants to mention Georgie's office. But doing so would compromise his identity. The Boy Wonder will have to hold his tongue instead, opting to click it against his teeth.   Damian was only as short as a half long, but was quite human under his red, green and yellow costume. "Indeed, that is how we can best learn. Combat is no exception.."
Vorpal	"Thanks, I grew them myself!" Vorpal replies to Cass' compliment. It's true. The cat looks at Robin and thinks for a few seconds. He is awfully young, or awfully short. Or both. A kid acting like this is completely outside of his experience. He must be a Bat-Bot. This is a theory he must test, at some point. Maybe Batman has decided to spy on the Titans? Why WOULD he, though? "Oh, right, secret identity stuff. Name's Tommy. Tommy Hunter." He says that to Cassie, since he's told Kori his... but he's not sure she remembers. "I figured our Robin here needs to keep his a secret because... well, that's how the other one was, and it all goes back to Batman not letting anyone spill the beans, so I figured you might as well get one identity out of this." He grins and puts his hands on his hips. "My secret identity is being Beast Boy's PR person. Which is sort of how I ended up getting dragged into this group in the first place. Funny that, no?" He looks at Damian. Hm. Can Robos eat? "Oh, hey, a peace offering." He reaches down and picks up the dark chocolate bar (95% pure, because that's how he rolls) that was next to his tablet and offers it to Damian. "For being, you know. Pissy at you when I should have been pissy at Batman." It's a peace offering, and a cunning Robot detecting trap!
Cassie Sandsmark	As much as Cassie's exact classification is a rather particular subject, perhaps one well-suited to Team ice breakers and party games, she *feels* like a perfectly normal human girl, darnit! How'd she end up with all of these... oh right. But for all the surprise of just randomly meeting Mr. Cat Dude, she settles into all of it well enough. "Cassandra Sandsmark," she offers, "Or mostly just Cassie." She's never even been 100% on the secret identity schtick, especially since her Amazon idols are all 'out' as well. Its more like, she's just not so famous that people would automatically recognize her and put any two and two together! "Oh that's cool. I'm just a student." Then 'war' talk: "Oh, without powers I'd be in troooouble for sure," she admits, laughing. "Totally on the bottom of the heap. Both of you have, like, whole lives of training and stuff. The Amazons are good but I can only learn so fast!" There's a certain balance in that, though, with her raw power. And that's what teams do, filling in the holes in everyone's strengths. "It'll be cool learning from you guys too, maybe I can surprise my Amazon teachers with some moves they haven't seen!"
Koriand'r	A pause then. "...oh. I am Princess Koriand'r, not actually Starfire. Which is why you all hear people calling me Kori," says Star. "I am a Tamaranean, which is an alien not of Earth but..." Starfire points skyward. "It is approximately four thousand, seventy two point six five one light years in that direction. Possibly a different direction, depending on how the Earth is tilted right now." "But for now - I am going to go to the kitchen. But not to prepare food for a surprise party, because there is no surprise party yet - if there will even /BE/ a surprise party. For it will be a surprise if there is a party or not," says Star. Pausing a moment, she just nods her head after thinking about it. With that done, Star heads to the elevator, her fiendish plan having been adequately covered with subterfuge and misdirection. Or perhaps not. Either way - it was time to order pizza. That counted as making food yes?
Damian Wayne	Damian canters his head a bit, unsure of how to respond. He will however. onto us to call everyone their code name, since that's what people know him as. "Robin, son of Batman." Not to mention one of the world's deadlier Assassins, but that was for another time perhaps.   Robin would just take this new situation in stride for now. "Good luck not preparing for a party." He offers, giving a wave as Starfire takes off.
Cassie Sandsmark	"Oh wow, you're ... actually his son, not just another kid he brought home from the circus?" There'd be a comment about the man's strange habbit of collecting 'boy wards,' if she wasn't such a general hero-fan! Still, that particular claim is news to Cassie, who maybe isn't as up on Bat-doings as all matters Amazon. "That's cooool. I bet he's a rad dad." Maybe she missed that earlier bit while she was wooshing over! "Diana did used to babysit for me, but that's about the closest I come if you don't count, erm. Well. Yeah." She starts to say something there but definitely gives it a pause for the moment. Now's the time to plan surprise parties that may or may not be happening: "Wait up, Koriiiii." *woosh*
Vorpal	"Well, I'm a student, too. Media studies over at MU. But I do Beast Boy's PR because..." he had pity on me? "It's good practicum!" Yeah. That's better. The Cheshire cat grins and reaches for his tablet. "Say, how 'bout we go to the lobby and order some pizza and chat some more? Any preference on toppings?" The cat pauses and looks at Robin. Son. Of. Batman. Batman procreated. "Wait... someone actually had sex with..." he tries, in vain, to imagine Batman having sex. With anyone. He fails disastrously, but the mental image is rather fascinating in how horrific it is, because Batman has no sense of humor. Batman has no social finesse. Batman seems to be incapable of kindness or gentleness. He imagines a lot of shouting, gritting of teeth, and ziplining away. And then he comes back to reality. "Wow... okay." He reaches out and puts a hand on Damian's shoulder in a gesture that says 'I am so, so sorry.' Because, while sidekicks could leave the belfry (he doesn't know what the hell kind of headquarters Batman would have), sons can't exactly take a hike on their dads. And he has to live with *that* all the time. No wonder the kid seemed barely human. There was probably so much repression there, it would require a billionaire's budget to cover the psychoanalysis after he reached adulthood. "My treat, Pizza's on me." "Wonder Woman babysat you when you were a kid? Wow..." the cat says, raising his eyebrows as he starts walking towards the lift. "She's... like... the best. I hope I never get to meet her." A strange thing to say, but only if you realize that he knows he would totally lose his proverbial everything, and that's just not dignified.
Damian Wayne	Damian can only comment so much without revealing too much about himself, suffice it to say: "Its better than living with my grandfather." He offers with a shrug at Cassie's mentioning.   When Vorpal reaches out to Damian, he simply widens his eyes. "Gah, why does everyone do that?! Insisting on physical contact with someone they just met?"   A moment passes, before Robin both feels bad for snapping and too prideful to apologize, so he merely sulks a bit. "Pepperoni and/or mushroom."