xviii | video

[onblackwings]

[ wow, look, another post from a bar! someone check this dragon into rehab, seriously. But this time she's just sort of staring expressionlessly into a drink, and not looking particular drunk at all. ]

I can't reach Dick Grayson. I don't suppose anyone's been kidnapped lately? [ A flick of a glance at the screen, not very hopeful. ] If the Porter's idea of a gift is to bring people in from the distant past and uninteresting future of my world, at the expense of people I like, I'd rather she keep it to herself.

You people, the ones he actually liked— have any of you seen him?

[ A pause, while she sips at the drink and eyes the bar. ]

And the rest of you... what have you done to be remembered?

Comments

[amiga]

This isn't the first time he's vanished. He'll likely be back in a day or two.

[onblackwings]

Vic still isn't back. Neither is Zevran, or Booga, or even Illidan.

[amiga]

Sometimes it takes awhile. Months, sometimes longer.

[onblackwings]

And more often, it doesn't happen at all.

Not that it matters. Excepting Illidan, I'd have outlived all of them by far.

[amiga]

Are you immortal?

[onblackwings]

Near enough, by your standards.

[amiga]

I'm surprised you even have the patience to deal with humans, in that case.

[onblackwings]

I am too, most days. Most of you are infuriating.

[amiga]

But not Dick.

[onblackwings]

No. He was generally the most infuriating of all of you.

[amiga]

He's very good at it.

[onblackwings]

Don't say it so fondly.

[amiga]

Why not? I'm fond of him.

[onblackwings]

He was annoying and impossible to please.

[amiga]

Not impossible.