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Robbie has engaged in self harm in the past, although he has made strides in that regard and I do not anticipate it happening frequently (if ever) in game. If it should take place, it will not do so in front of another character, and I will not be presenting opportunities for your character to be suspicious of it (ie, he will not have fresh marks visible on his body during a thread), unless previously discussed at your request. However, topics discussed by characters in RP are wildly varied, and it may be something that would appear in his thoughts as an IC reaction to whatever is being discussed. I've played him before, and it does not come up unplanned often - and I will not include it unless the player has given me explicit permission for that scene or blanket permission here.

If you are okay with it being mentioned or do not want it to come up in his headspace for any reason, please let me know specifically here. Should I not here from you, I will assume the answer is "do not want" and default to keeping it far away.

Robbie has enough character depth that I can navigate his tags without it ever coming up, and I would like to be able to play with everyone. That said, if you are so uncomfortable with the character that you would like to have him not interact with yours, please let me know. I will accommodate all requests without grudge, and I hope that should I get a second character, we will merrily RP together.

Finally, if you think your character SHOULD become aware of it, we should discuss that.

( Do some P90X, meet a really nice girl, have some... um. )

[ The cell that Robbie woke up in is small and made smaller by the tangled metal and detritus that used to be a cot, bedclothes, and a toilet.

The cell itself is still solid. It was just everything else he’d managed to wreck. The broken off pipe was now dousing everything below hip height with water. Annoyance and anger at Deadpool washes away, the space left behind stayed empty and bleak.

Prepared for a fight? Sure, it fits with what he knows about Deadpool. Prepared with a cell that can contain Robbie when he’s unconcerned with property damage? From the stories he’s heard, the guy isn’t really all there, and this sort of cohesive planning takes coherent thought.

In other words, confirmed: Deadpool was totally working with these jack-booted thugs. He would have rather it been that Deadpool snapped and attacked the first costume he saw. I was better than that at 15, he thought to himself as his feet shoved aside some of the mess to make room around him.

He could hear them coming, through the tray slot at the bottom of the reinforced door. Footprints and what might be German, but his little outburst hadn’t merited an alarm.

To bother with him, they want one of two things: his friends and the connections they had, or a pet weapon. They were never getting his friends, he promises himself as he slides down the wall into a crouch. Robbie drapes his arms over his knees and stares at the blank wall. He knows what Hydra does to people, and he can’t let himself be a liability. He has to get into a safe mindset, where what happens to him doesn’t matter.

He could do this - he did it for over a year. Focus on what hurts the most, and he’ll barely notice whatever happens here. If he gives them nothing, absolutely nothing, maybe they’ll slip up if they’re operating on old reports on him.

Even if Doc helped Robbie stop wanting to be disconnected, right now, it is what he needs to be. He stares and thinks of Stamford. The pictures, the footage, the names, the bodies.

The noise falls away against the onslaught of audio snippets that run roughshod through his mind. Years of news reports, court proceedings, comments from other heroes, his parents, their parents. Shit.

He doesn’t move when the square metal hatch at eye level scrapes open. ]

Mister. [ The voice does something between a sniff and a sigh. ] Baldwin. You will not be getting a new bed.

[ Even with the small door open in the larger one, Robbie isn’t catching more than every fourth syllable. His eyes are out of focus and glazed, his face expressionless. ]

- five minutes, bring him to the interrogation room and then clean this up before he’s brought back.

[ The square slams shut, and the noise makes him blink instinctively, yanks him out of himself. That... worked too well for him to be comfortable with the knowledge that the worst of his bad habits, issues, and hangups are waiting just there waiting for him to throw himself back into the oubliette.

He has to get out of here, but he tried - gave it everything he had, and he doesn’t have enough power docked for a second attempt.

Without taking his eyes off the wall, Robbie picks up a twisted scrap of stainless steel and tries to decide if its worth it. He skims his fingers over it, finding a sharp curl of metal where it twisted off the bed frame. There’s no one here to judge him for it. And yet...

They’ll probably give him more than enough pain to go by - but do they know how his powers work? ]

All in all, it had been about a 27 hour day. That’s what happens when you wake up in one universe, have a full day of weirdly gut-twisting goodbyes, cross your fingers and jump universes with three friends from different points in the timeline.

He had held his breath for what felt like an eternity until his brain acknowledged that, yes, they’re all there. He mentally held it longer, until someone said something- he can’t remember what - that confirmed the others remembered the time in the other universe as well.

They’d landed in the middle of a mess, of course, because when don’t they? But the addition of a heavy hitter like Rich and a few curious Legionnaires who had come to “do the tourist thing”. One mess was handled, but it still made the news.

That began an endless cycle of explaining. To the other Warriors, local authorities, friends that texted, a pissy Tony Stark who showed up uninvited at the mountain. Robbie had tried to let Rich handle that - not trusting himself or Vance with that job. But then Querl chimed in, and several hours later, Robbie still had a headache. If there was any question before, the New Warriors were still off the Christmas card list.

People had been peeling off since then, heading out or heading to crash in their bed or whatever extra beds they were able to find in the maze of a mountain. Robbie kept finding excuses not to do the same. It was irrational, he knew, but he was worried trying to sleep would lead to waking up to find it was all a dream.

Or not waking up, because they were all dead.

Or just to sleeping alone, if Vance decided that that habit stayed in Vegas.

That was why he was wiping off the tables in the former genocide planning room, aside from it being crumb city after a dozen people had junk food for dinner. It was easier than finding out that things were going to be different. Or the same. He had a vague idea that he’d crash on the couch when he got too exhausted, but Robbie tried not to think about it so that it wouldn’t be completely planned.

( Read more... )

( Same NW time... )

( Shocking revelations! )

( This application contains references to self-harm. For a version with that information removed, please read the edited Knowhere application, which is similar enough. )

[Robbie has gotten his hands on an old collection of answering machine messages done by celebrity impersonators. Anyone trying to leave him a message is treated to this recording of Roseanne Roseannadanna with no further explanation.]

Robbie has engaged and arguably still engages in self harm. He will not do so in front of another character, and I will not be presenting opportunities for your character to be suspicious of it (ie, he will not have fresh marks visible on his body during a thread), unless previously discussed at your request. However, topics discussed by characters in RP are wildly varied, and it may be something that would appear in his thoughts as an IC reaction to whatever is being discussed. I've played him before, and I don't think it's come up more than twice.

If you are okay with it being mentioned or do not want it to come up in his headspace for any reason, please let me know specifically here. Should I not here from you, I will assume the answer is "do not want" and default to keeping it far away.

Robbie has enough character depth that I can navigate his tags without it ever coming up, and I would like to be able to play with everyone. That said, if you are so uncomfortable with the character that you would like to have him not interact with yours, please let me know. I will accommodate all requests without grudge, and I hope that should I get a second character, we will merrily RP together.

Finally, if you think your character SHOULD become aware of it, we should discuss that.

( Knowhere App - the edited version )

Well, this isn't the first time I've played a comics book character that is a bit of a balancing act, personality wise. If you feel like I'm not hitting the mark, for whatever reason, please let me know in the comments, in a PM, or on Plurk, and I'll endeavor to right the ship.

If you would like a starter here to play with Robbie, please let me know.

( Knowhere App - the original version )

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