do the electric boogaloo

[freaknasty]

THE MUSIC LYRIC PROMPT MEME



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.

( meme prompt taken from unassessablywealthy but rebooted with more info. )

Comments

[whatchoice]

Her ability scares most people, so any apprehension comes as no surprise. As she told Vision before she sent him on a brief trip to the center of the earth: she cannot control anyone's fear but her own.

"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.

[signalized]

Bruce doesn't see fear as inherently bad thing. Fear is your body's way of making you aware of a potential threat. And it can be good to have people be afraid of you as well -- he's built his whole image as Batman around that idea, after all.

"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.

[whatchoice]

After another moment of study, she steps back from the door, pulling it with her so Bruce has room to enter and she gestures for him to do so. It would be awkward to continue to have this conversation on the steps when they could just as easily have it in private.

"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.

[signalized]

Bruce steps inside carefully, taking in her home as he does so. It's rather spartan overall, not that he's one to judge. The photos of her and her brother aren't lost on him. Bruce may never of had a brother but he knows what it's like to lose someone. You never get over that sort of loss. It's why he's fighting now, years later. He's older than his parents ever got to be. It isn't fair. The sort of lives people like them live never are.

They have to do better.

"I imagine you have some idea of why I'm here."

[whatchoice]

"Some. There are not many reasons people come to see me."

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.

[signalized]

"I have, but the news is bias, often with an agenda of it's own."

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.

[whatchoice]

Okay, Steve, stop trying to defend her against the media. It's a point in Bruce's favor, honestly, but more that he's pointing out the media bias. She's not entirely sure the bias is real -- Wanda bears a tremendous amount of guilt -- but Sam and Steve made sure to remind her of it every time her name popped up on the news and they're two people she trusts implicitly.

"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?"

[signalized]

The bias is always real, no matter who is presenting what side. People are always shaded by their own experiences and agendas -- not to mention the agendas of the people paying them. Lex had spent great money to depict Clark a certain way in the news. Media is malleable, as is public opinion.

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.

[whatchoice]

Neither was Tony, she thinks. It's unfair to compare them, but they're the only two billionaire playboys who gallivant as vigilantes in their spare time. And neither of them like tea, so there's that, too. Eventually, probably, she will be better at instinctively separating them but for now it is just a consequence of their outward similarities.

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?"

[signalized]

Even if Bruce hadn't read up on her and her history the was would have been a dead give away -- you don't use past tense for someone who was still alive. "It must have been difficult, losing him." Bruce was an only child, he's never had any siblings to lose but he knows loss intimately all the same. Between his parents and Jason and everyone else he's lost there is little Bruce knows as well as loss.

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.

[whatchoice]

She busies herself making the coffee -- which amounts to finding a mug, Pym Tech splashed across it and a "house warming" gift from Scott that he knew she wouldn't decline since he didn't pay for it -- and taking a moment to process the stranger in her small home. His coffee is done at the same time as her tea, pouring the steaming water into her own mug and dropping the tea bag in. Two scoops of sugar join the tea bag and she drops a spoon in before carrying both mugs out to the living room and passing Bruce his coffee.

"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.

[signalized]

"You are. I'm not trying to steal you away from them." And it's true, he isn't. He knows any chance he might have about hearing him out would be gone if he tried to do that. Without her brother they're the only family she has.

"I'm merely seeing if we could borrow you. If you'd be willing to help another team out, of course."