The First Day - Origin [Action]

[cowledcrusader]

 [It's been a week now since Bruce landed in Luceti.  Being the detective he is renowned for back home, he was quick to study Luceti, the guide, and other aspects about the place as quickly as he could.  Being caught unprepared might be lethal.  So when he was confident he had absorbed enough through the guide, simple experimentation, and the like, he decided to strike it out and learn more about the people here.  He already discovered the existence of something called a "Justice League" here, but there was only one name that rung a bell.  Superman.  He didn't know who the Man of Steel was, save that he was a metahuman from Metropolis.  Relatively speaking, he was a new guy.   For now, though, he was going to avoid contact with him if at all possible.  If he was from his world, he might recognize him as Bruce Wayne, something he didn't want to risk.

Especially considering his Batman gear hadn't shown up yet.  Bruce was doing his best to gather supplies under the radar in case they didn't show up, but given Luceti's low-tech level, getting most of the gear he was acclimated to would be difficult without help.  But that wasn't about to stop him.

But either way.  Bruce will be wondering around Luceti for most of today, loitering at the library to read some, stopping by Good Spirits for a cup of coffee, browsing the stores, and making a stop at the Smithy.   He's a man on a mission.  Meet people, learn more about this place if at all possible.  And to play up his act a bit more, if you're a beautiful woman, expect him to be extra polite.  And don't be offended if he doesn't introduce himself as Bruce Wayne... a man has to be extra cautious in the unknown.]

(OOC: Replies will come from nocapesorcowls .  Members of the League who can identify him as Bruce Wayne may do well to keep their distance for now as a matter of preference, or expect to be lied to.  A lot.)

Comments

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[Well, if he wants to learn, the Welcome Center is an ideal place? Rydia will be there for a good portion of the afternoon, helping as many New Feathers as she's able to in that time. It's also possible to run into her at the stores, while she's getting supplies for said center.]

[nocapesorcowls.livejournal.com]

[The stores are a good as place as any, and he'll look over to see Rydia. He's looking for supplies himself, but hey, who's that? Well. It'd be rude to ignore her. She might need a hand!]

Afternoon, miss.

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[Rydia's looking over the items in her basket when that voice catches her attention. She blinks, glancing up.]

Hm? Oh, hello! Are you new around here?

[nocapesorcowls.livejournal.com]

Yes, I just arrived last week. Name's Gaff. Gaff Morgan.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Sir, may I help you?

[nocapesorcowls.livejournal.com]

[Fortunately for Bruce, he also looks several years younger at this point. Though it's hard to hide the shape of his face and the like from that. But he doesn't suspect anything at the moment.

He steals a quick glance around the Smithy. At first glance there's no sign of his gear. Shame that, but he quickly answers the young woman addressing him.]

Oh, yes. I was actually looking to see if you had a fencing foil.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

We might, but I'm not positive. Come with me.

[ action ]

[herotypical]

What can I get you?

[ the barmaid at good spirits will stop by his table -- or perhaps his barstool if he's not at a table? -- with a polite smile. ]

[Action]

[nocapesorcowls.livejournal.com]

[He looks over to her from his stool. He's up at the bar, but it's pretty quiet in here right now.]

Just a cup of coffee for me, thanks.

[Action]

[herotypical]

Sure. And you take it...?

[ she slips behind the bar and deposits a few empties collected from a table across the room. ]

[Action - Library]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

[Someone else is at the library studying, a young Japanese woman to judge by her features, in her late teens perhaps. She offers Bruce a polite, quiet nod as she peeks up from her book, a rather thick textbook.]

[Action]

[nocapesorcowls.livejournal.com]

[And quietly, this is a library after all, Bruce responds.]

Good afternoon.

Re: [Action]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

Good afternoon. Were you looking for something? I can help you if you'd like.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[Jilly's not one to stay in one place for long, so it's a morning of picking up new books from the library, gathering groceries from the shop and then, eventually, settling on a bench outside to continue sketching the residents of Luceti. She's not doing a lot to draw attention to herself, but she's hard to miss...especially for someone who's sensitive to when they're being watched and, in this case, very possibly drawn.]

[nocapesorcowls.livejournal.com]

[He does get a sense of being watched. He has to develop such senses to survive as Batman. At first he says nothing, but he keeps an eye over his shoulder inconspicuously.

If you want to live to a ripe old age, you have to have your eyes everywhere at once.]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[if you don't want to become the subject of sketches, you shouldn't have such a striking profile. By this reasoning, this situation is entirely his own fault.]

[lukanightfever.livejournal.com]

[He's not the only one wandering around the village. In an attempt to avoid a certain affectionate Master and the date that today is, Luka can be found walking around town as she sings (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4bfKL4Bmhs) without much care for the world. Though to be honest, more than just walking she's dancing softly and twirling around as she moves on, almost like a dancing spirit. May want to stop her, or follow her, before she's gone across the streets.]

[nocapesorcowls.livejournal.com]

[He's taken when he hears the voice, admittedly. He turns his head to the source, to see it coming from a very pretty young woman. When she passes by, though, he'll approach and speak up. And he might be clapping too. It's only polite.]

You've got a beautiful voice, miss.

[lukanightfever.livejournal.com]

[Well, that makes her stop twirling around. She blinks, not recognizing the man approaching her and smiles warmly.]

Thank you, mister. I'm pleased to know you enjoyed my singing.

[uccellodifuoco]

[Enjoy your cup of coffee. And don't mind the sixteen years old teen, drinking a glass of whiskey besides you. Ikki sure isn't paying you any attention.]

[nocapesorcowls.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he can and will enjoy his coffee. But he glances over and sees the younger man... well, drinking. A bit of a surprise. But he's not built like some kid from Gotham. No, he's built like a fighter, and there's a certain intensity to his eyes that give away that he's more than he seems. Well. Time to not play it up much. He knows Luceti doesn't have liquor laws and though he'd be quick to correct this kid in Gotham, this isn't Gotham. Plus, he has an image to play up. That of a more unassuming laid-back businessman wage-worker.]

How's the booze here, anyway?

[uccellodifuoco]

[Sometimes even Ikki has trouble with remembering how old he is. He has gone through a lot in a short span of time after all. He still hasn't gotten used enough to people talking to him to avoid showing a brief surprise and confusion about it for a minute. It quickly goes away and it's better than the reaction he usually had at first.]

Good enough, I suppose. I haven't tried it anywhere else.

[justonename.livejournal.com]

[There's a kid playing alone and around the bar by the time Bruce walks out of it. The scene may be curious at least, dozens of paper airplane laying around. The kid crouched on a side as he works on another one, then he sets it to fly and the kid runs after it chasing it happily in circles until the unavoidable crash against the floor. The kid will crouch again and check it, if it's not too damaged he will try to make it fly once more if not he will return to his first position to make another plane.]

[nocapesorcowls.livejournal.com]

[He'll look over to the kid playing alone with the paper airplanes. Aw. He can't very well leave that alone. Even Batman has a heart, man. ...Especially Batman.

So he'll walk on over and pick up one of the damaged paper airplanes discarded on the floor, and smooth out bent and misshapen nose of it, examining to see if it would fly again. Either way, there's a smile on his face and in his voice as he addresses the kid playing here alone.]

Building an air force?

[justonename.livejournal.com]

[The kid looks up with expectation upon hearing footsteps approach him, but it's not Gojyo and thus the expression falls from his face a bit, replaced with confusion at the man's question.]

What's an air force?

[Either way he will stand up and run closer to him to look at the airplane Bruce had picked up.]

It won't fly anymore. Can you fix it?