


Ah yes, the good ol’ fashioned ‘bust down the front door’ plan. Noisemaster knew that one well, although he was typically on the receiving end of it, and since he was typically on the receiving end of it, he knew that it only worked some of the time. Already, he could think of at least ten ways that Red’s plan could fail. He stopped, though, when he reminded himself that this wasn’t Dreamside, and he wasn’t the Scientists. They didn’t have a couple thousand years to prepare for the next person to come barging in guns blazing.
“Can’t say I’ve heard’a anyone takin’ on the white coats,” he said with a dismissive shrug. “Most’a the peeps I seen been too busy tryin’ to get the info on where n’ what this place is to think ‘bout leavin’.”
Jason would always rely on brute strength when it came to attacking someone. Of course, when he got Roy and Kori by his side, this was so much more easier, but he would take what he could in this city. The question was to find the scientists themselves, if they were anything like white-coats he saw before, they were all brains and talk, but shit when it came to fighting. Not that he had any problem with a good challenge, he loved those, he was trained from the best after all.

“Right. Nobody knows where they are, huh? Well, I’m going to find out. And if you get any info on them you’ll be sure to let me know, right?”, he asked, even though his tone let the other know that he didn’t really have a choice in the matter.
Begrudgingly he replies. “Nobody knows where they are because they don’t wander the city aimlessly, scientists are smart, do you honestly think that they would reveal themselves to the public without being attacked?” Undoubtedly the air of superiority that he wished to regain in position was prominent in every single sentence with an inflection of snobbishness to polish the finish.
He refuses to be counted second place by anyone or forced to obey, having learned from his previous mentor, and surprised that Jason condoned such behaviour and emulated it in his own actions makes his disobedience revel even more than he would have let show before.
Defying his question a mere shake of the shoulders was all he needed to do to show acknowledgement of it, and not answer. “I can mind my own business and get my own advantages, they have nothing to do with you.” Since Jason had made it clear in their prior meeting that he didn’t wish to see or hear from him.
He draws a small stake of plastic made from one of the toy arrows that he had sharpened himself and taps the tip, sedately assigning it to its pocket of return.
“And you’re saying that I didn’t kill ‘smart’ people like them before? I broke you out of a god damn prison, Roy, I know. Of course they’re not showing their faces, hiding like a bunch of cowards is what they do best. But they must have a way to keep this city under surveillance, without the use of cameras. Maybe they have moles, who knows?”, he asked, not the one to appreciate it when his plans or opinions were rejected.
They clashed a lot, in the end Roy would follow his lead, just like Kori did, but not without arguing and wanting to establish a sort of dominance over the other. After all, both of them spent so much time working solo after their clashes with their mentors, and to work in a team now seemed strange.
“It has to do with me, Harper. We were on a mission before we got here, do you think that this changed that? I got news for you, it didn’t. Grow up and start helping me, will ya?”, he snapped. He didn’t have time to mop and worry about what was annoying Roy, the older guy had to suck it up and do something that could be useful for both of them.

Upon seeing the arrows that Roy sharpened, he nodded in approval. “All right, we thought of the same thing. What we really need is proper guns and a proper arrow for you. Unless you got a better idea?”, he asked, carefully picking his words.
“If they’re going to lecture me and say that my ways are wrong, they screw them, I can go on without them. I generally stick to my ways.”
“My eyes surely opened. I was younger and more naive, having died and brought back changed a lot. I can see now that the things I’ve been taught back then were wrong and pointless, and the world is still filled with scumbags that deserve to die.”
“I don’t need to show or receive any sort of affection.”

- Arms: How do you feel about children, do you want some of your own (or more if you already have some)?
- Birth marks: Do you have a favourite tale?
- Freckles: If you could, what would you change about your body?
- Brain: What is something you want to master before you die?
- Bruises: Are you easily hurt?
- Bum: List 3 of your guilty pleasures
- Cheeks: Are you easily embarrassed?
- Chest: What’s your worst kept secret?
- Chin: How well do you take criticism?
- Clavicle: What is you favourite way to show and receive affection?
- Ears: How often do you eavesdrop?
- Elbows: How do you react to events with large crowds? (eg. Concerts, Shopping sales)
- Eyes: What has changed from how you see the world now and how you saw it 5 years ago?
- Feet: Can you dance well?
- Fingers: Can you play an instrument?
- Goosebumps: What scares you the most?
- Hands: Would you rather make something from scratch or get it made for you?
- Hair: What has been your biggest fashion faux pas?
- Heart: How do you deal with heartbreak?
- Hickeys: Have you ever fallen in love to fast and too hard?
- Hips: Is there anything you over indulge yourself with?
- Kidneys: What is your worst habit?
- Knees: Who was your last crush?
- Liver: What is your biggest pet peeve?
- Lungs: Do you smoke, how do you feel about smoking in general?
- Mouth: How often do you lie?
- Nails: When you’re feeling vulnerable, do you become more defensive or do you take the offensive and lash out?
- Nose: What is your favourite scent?
- Palms: Do you have a secret handshake with anyone?
- Ribs: Do you have anything you want to protect?
- Scars: Is there anything you want to confess?
- Shoulders: Would you rather be pampered or be the one pampering?
- Spine: What is your biggest weakness?
- Teeth: What is your favourite meal?
- Thighs: Have you ever been unfaithful?
- Throat: What is your proudest memory?
- Tongue: How many languages can you speak?
- Wrists: Have you ever been arrested?
- Veins: What gives you the biggest adrenaline rush?
Have you always wanted our muses to meet, but didn’t know how they would first interact? Send me one of the following ice breakers so we can embark on our roleplaying adventure!
- “Good morning, sorry I’m late!”
- “I’m not late am I?”
- “I don’t think we’ve met before…”
- “You look familiar, have we met?”
- “Do I know you?”
- “Sorry! You dropped this!”
- “Oh, sorry I thought you were someone else, I didn’t mean to hug you!”
- “Watch where you’re going!”
- “Are you okay? You didn’t fall too badly did you?”
- “I should have said something earlier, I’m-”
- “I’ve seen you around, I’ve just never had the guts to say hi.”
- “You must be new…”
- “Do you need a hand?”
- “Have you just moved in?”
- “If you want me to show you around, I don’t mind helping.”
- “I saw you from across the room and I had to say hi.”
- “I wouldn’t buy that if I were you.”
- “Do you need some help?”
- “Is this yours?”
- “Sorry, I’m not from around here, do you know where the nearest pharmacy is?”
- “Hey, have you got change for a note?”
- “Want some gum?”
- “Ah, sorry. I’ll move my bag, this seat is free.”
- “Careful!”
- “Not every day you meet someone with such a smile!”
- “Thanks for holding the door open for me!”
- “Uhm, excuse me. Hey, wake up! This isn’t your stop is it?”
[[That means so much to me thank you! He’s a new muse that I wanted to try out for so long, and to hear that from a fellow DC rper reassures me a lot! Oh my, those crowbar puns are never going away now are they.. Thanks again!]]

“I had to fight in order find my true identity and to ignore all the influence that others tried to have on me. To do things my own way and let go of anyone who held me back.”
“To look after my two teammates. I would never let them go through what I went through in the past. I asked for their help and they’re my responsibility now.”

“You loved him. He knows that. It should be enough.”
“…It’s not”