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do the electric boogaloo

Music is what gives life it’s spice. It brings emotion to us no matter how much we try not to show it; no matter the age, past, present, or the near future -- music will always be there for us. There’s those songs that make you happy enough to dance to, sad enough to make us shed a few tears, even ignite a dulled spark inside of lust or passion. Music has no given rules, therefore we can manipulate this to the best of our abilities to interpret the lyrics to be “relatable”.
INSTRUCTIONS:
1 — Post as your character.
2 — Either leave the comment section blank, or post a small sample of lyrics you’d like your roleplay partner to bounce off of. Leaving it blank means your roleplay partner can post their own lyrics.
3 — Roleplay that shit out. There are no rules here.
4 — Profit!
5 — Be good and kind to each other.
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what a beautiful song holy shit
He doesn't break into her home like he does Barry -- mostly because he's been around enough to know how much scarier that can be for a young girl, and he doesn't want to scare her. He may not have a lot of social skills, but he can manage that much. It's why he shows up at her doorstep as Bruce, not Batman, and knocks, waiting for her to answer.
!!! i'm glad you like it
The shimmering red in her eyes fades to a soft blue as she pulls the door open, but it's noticeable enough as she moves to stand in the small space the open door has left. She looks even smaller than in person, dwarfed by an overlarge track jacket that is unlikely to have belonged to her -- someone's stolen sweater, as it were.
"Hello."
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He spots the red as it fades from her eyes but refrains from commenting on it just. Instead he simply smiles -- or something akin to it.
"I'm Bruce Wayne, but I have a feeling you already know that."
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"You would be hard pressed to find anyone who doesn't know who you are." At least in America, less so in her native Sokovia. Mostly because they're landlocked so Wayne Enterprises' forays into shipbuilding did little to affect them while Stark Industries was more into, well, bombs.
Ones that landed in her living room.
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"I suppose that's very true." He says it's like it's no big deal, and it mostly isn't. It's more surprising when people don't know him, honestly.
And unlike Stark he's been very careful to make sure the things his company makes don't get in the wrong hands -- but he's also never been one for arms dealings in general either. Wayne Enterprises focuses more on technology than weaponry.
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"Come in."
The small, rented condo came fully furnished and the only real personal touches are a handful of photos perched around the house: Wanda and Steve and Natasha at a kitchen counter looking sleep rumpled and hunched over bowls of cereal, Wanda and Sam taking a selfie, Wanda holding a tiny baby whose fingers are curled around her hair and looking up at her with absolute adoration while Clint looks down at both of them with the same expression. All of the others hold pictures of the same pair, Wanda and Pietro.
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They have to do better.
"I imagine you have some idea of why I'm here."
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There are, however, a ton of reasons she usually forces them to turn away as if unexpectedly remembering an appointment that they must urgently get to. She doesn't have time for dealing with people. But something about Bruce gave her pause and here they are.
"I take it you haven't seen the news lately." They are not particularly fond of Wanda Maximoff.
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He thinks of how they turned on Clark. On how many articles Gotham newspapers have written about the dangerous bat vigilante over the year.
He's not exactly Mr. Popularity himself.
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"I've been told that before." Her mouth slants into the ghost of a smirk before she gestures to one of the chairs in front of the coffee table. "Would you like a cup of tea? Or coffee?"
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Some people might call that cynicism, Bruce thinks of it more like a statement of fact.
"Coffee. I was never much for tea."
Much to Alfred's disappointment, he's sure.
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Instead, however, she murmurs, "Neither was my brother," as she steps into the small kitchen to pop a k cup into the Kureg. He's lucky she has coffee, honestly, but it's more for Sam and Scott when they visit. Steve will drink tea with her.
"I don't have any milk, but I suppose you take it black? Maybe a little sweet?"
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It permeates his ever cell, sometimes threatening to consume everything else.
"Black is perfect."
He mostly drinks it for the caffeine than the taste anyway -- he doesn't tend to sleep much considering the night job he has.
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"I'm already on a team," she reminds him as she sits down, deciding pleasantries are finished for now. It's not like it's a team that's currently together or doing anything since 90% of them were just in prison, but it's a still a team Wanda considers herself a part of. It's her family.
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"I'm merely seeing if we could borrow you. If you'd be willing to help another team out, of course."