R37 - error, post hijacked

[with_my_teacup]

Look, I don't wanna alarm anyone, but we got some real unsavory characters on the network all of a sudden.

[Riddick toggles over to another feed, where someone is calling in from outside. A middle aged man, with gray threading through his hair, yellow eyes, and a face like he makes a professional career out of dismantling brick walls with it.]



Hello, all you mothers' sons! I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me.

[The stranger grins, which is even uglier than him not grinning, but it's a friendly kind of ugly-- some barge veterans will recognize Brachi Stildyne, though a few years older than last seen.]

[Back to Riddick]
...so yeah, I'ma just go to work.

[Spam, Kitchen and surrounding areas]
[And he does go to work, not expecting any voices on the network he much wants to hear-- he's been away for days, still feeling that unnatural fatigue but not so much it's keeping him in bed anymore. He just drifts in as if he wasn't gone, an hour early, looks at what's on the menu and starts work.]

[OOC: Specify spam, vidya, or Stildyne- responses from Stildyne will come from umgekehrt. Warning, character in icons is uglier than he appears.]

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[with_my_teacup]

Is that really what he wants from you? Domesticity, submission with a smile? [Riddick gives her a searching look.] If that's the idea he's got, then you can't afford his bullshit. And he won't compromise. You seen the way he dressed? He can't be talked out of a bad idea.

If he's a little more reasonable, though... it's down to your roadmap. [He purses his lips, thinks a while.] I've seen the conflicting instincts in you. There's still that sweet, social girl somewhere in there, willing to bend a little, willing to put her head down so things stay pleasant, ready to melt if you just give her a little love. ...that mirror barge, that woman, she was starting to give in to that instinct. But I've also seen the hunter. In the forest or... elsewhere. [A quick and dirty little smile; he means her aggressive sexuality as much as her traditional predatory instincts.]

You've been navigating between those two gravitational forces on the barge, not entirely one, not entirely the other. And who you are, where you want to be-- you need to know that. Wayne's secondary. When you know where you're going, you'll know whether you can slot him in anywhere or not, if you can take the risk or not.

What is a girl to do, Selina? What are you gonna do?

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[silvestris]

[She smiles a little, because yeah. Yeah talking Bruce out of anything is basically like trying to kick down a mountain.] ...I think I want him to want that, to make it easier on me. But the happiest we ever were together was when I was being myself--even when that meant scratching his face open.

I want- [She pauses, thinking very seriously about it, trying to hammer it all into words.] I want to teach the women of Gotham they don't have to wait around for some man with a cape or a gun to save them. If I can do that there, maybe I can even come do that here.

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[with_my_teacup]

I can't actually advocate against a little face scratching in a relationship. It's sort of where mine started out too.

[His mouth turns up at that.]

I learned different lessons than you about all the ways I didn't matter; I know I don't quite understand. But I do know that it's possible to stop giving a fuck about the lessons and the boxes. Difficult; lots of conflict; but it's doable.

You can handle difficult. You can handle conflict.

Teach them not to hate themselves. Teach them that they never had it coming. Because you never had it coming. If you were gentle it wasn't because you were weak, it was because you were a good social animal trying to do things cooperatively. And if you were leather and claws, well it's because they earned it.

[He turns to her suddenly sober.] You were never expendable. And you can teach them they ain't, too.