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The Eighth Flight [Action]
[He wondered if the rumors had been true. His schedule had been so busy with trying to get a grasp of all the events occurring within the village as well as keeping up his nightly patrols that Terry hadn't even had a chance to investigate. Had he really come back to Luceti? In a bit of change for the springtime, he had decided to wear the hooded ( Read more... ) -
The Seventh Flight [Action]
Urgh...my head.
[The St. Patrick's Day celebration was a nice reminder of why he never drank. His head felt several sizes too small for his brain, eyes were watering freely for no reason save they were open, and his stomach was caught between wanting food tribute...and bringing bit of its contents up his neck partway.]I...am never...gonna drink... ( Read more... ) -
The Sixth Flight [Action/Voice]
[The suit was laid out on the bed like a body on the examination table, the cowl partially inside out to check up on the optics. Bruce wasn't here anymore to give it a look over and assist with the upkeep. Terry paced back and forth in his room, troubled by whether or not to bring her further into the fold of his world. He paused for a moment, ( Read more... ) -
The Fifth Flight [Action]
[He could tell something was different, something was wrong. He jolted from his room and looked around the hallway.] Bruce?
[Terry quickly padded to the door of his mentor and let his hand turn the handle, finding it unlocked. An acrid taste filled his mouth as a chill ran through his entire being, the door swinging open freely.] Please God, no ( Read more... ) -
The Fourth Flight [Action]
[He had been laying low long enough. If anyone had remembered or realized the connection between the Red Wing symbol and his batsuit, they would have acted by now. Or at least confronted him. He couldn't hide anymore, not when Batman had a job to do. The glance out the window had told him plenty about the weather. Icy, cold, and plenty of snow on ( Read more... ) -
Walled Flight - [Fourth Wall/Action]
[Christmas time was here. Snow on the ground, decorations going up around some places. Christmas-y mood had struck Terry so now he was set on decorating the apartment, whether or not Bruce approved or aided in the endeavor. With his thick coat on, scarf around neck, gloves on hands, and cunning hat upon his head, he set off to town in search of ( Read more... ) -
The Third Flight - [Action/Voice]
Ohh, my head...[Terry rolled out of bed, his head feeling several sizes too small around his brain. The whole past couple weeks felt like a blur. A hazy, bewildering, and likely to bite him in the ass blur. Vague moments came kept coming to the forefront but were just beyond his reach. God, if I got drunk, I'm never drinking again, he thought as he ( Read more... ) -
The Second Flight - [Action]
[It was a normal day, everything seemed right in the world as Terry McGinnis woke up in House 46. He went about his morning routine: grabbing a quick shower, brushing out spiked mass of cropped short hair, pouring a bowl of whatever cereal he could find in the pantry, and then getting dressed in his street clothes that were strewn about the room, ( Read more... ) -
The First Flight [Action/Voice]
[He milled about the village casually, the clothes he had found himself in when he first arrived not fazing him in the least. The truly important suit was stashed away in the small tan backpack slung onto one shoulder, his hands never quite leaving the strap. He had gotten it without too much hassle, oddly enough in the weapon shop rather than the ( Read more... )