On secret plans

[hasnomentor]

Querido mundano,

Te odio. Tú eres el idiota más grande que jamás haya existido. Esto es una mierda. No puedo creer que vas a obligarme a hacer esto.

Sin amor,

Jaime Reyes





((OOC: Translation: Dear mundane,

I hate you. You are the biggest idiot ever. This is bullshit. I can not believe you're going to make me do this.

Without love,

Jaime Reyes))

Comments

[hasnomentor]

Uh...it's a girl. I'm making out with Dr. Holiday's sister Beverly. Both girls. And a lot considering she's a better bender than I am.

[oneword]

Oh. Figured it was that whole "protective big brother over the little sister" thing. You know, like on TV shows where that guy the girl likes turns out to be her dad or something weird like that. [Who let Bart watch soap operas??]

Hey, nobody's a better bender than you as far as I'm- ... what's a bender? Because all my mun's picturing is a bald kid with a monkey.

[hasnomentor]

Right...

Who let you watch crazy shows? Just stick to PBS or something ese.

And benders are people who can bend reality. In Nautilus, everyone has the ability to bend reality. That's how people get their powers back there.

[oneword]

No one. Or actually everyone. Depends on how you interpret no one being around to stop me. So... blame the cable guy, I guess. Hey, I get bored between missions and there's not a heckova lot to do when you're in school and the rest of the team are doing their thing. Besides, The Turning Tables is kinda funny. [Yeeeep.]

Dude, you can bend reality? That is so crash! Hey, can you reverse gravity? Or... oh- oh! Make the moon a giant Chicken Whizee!

[hasnomentor]

...

[He's not touching any of that. Nope.]

Yeah. I'm not all that good yet. I mean, I could maybe learn to reverse gravity? Maybe? I'm good at making clothes and food though. And I got a handle on bending my Scarab armor back too.

[oneword]

[LIFE IS HARD OKAY? SO MUCH TIME TO SQUANDER, SO LITTLE TO SQUANDER IT ON.]

Ah it probably wouldn't taste right anyway. Less freeze-dried and more just freezing. [Priorities: food. He's hungry, okay?] Really? Cool, is it still talking to you or can you bend that out yet?

[hasnomentor]

It still talks. I mean, it's there and itself but the armor wasn't working at first.

Hold on. [He holds out his hand and out of nothing appears a bag of chicken whizzies. He holds it out to Bart.]

You talk about food when you're hungry.

[oneword]

[Is that real? Is that? Holy cow. Holy cow.] Dude, I don't care what this Dr. Holiday or whatever says, you just became the number one bender in my books.

[And he is taking that bag and geezus, his friend is now a chicken whizee dispenser. He will never leave him. Ever. Have a stupid grin, Jaime, as Bart stuffs his cheeks with the junk food like a ginger squirrel.]

[hasnomentor]

Well I'm the only one from our world besides some guy named Dick Grayson? He just showed up. Don't really know him though.

[Jaime shrugs.]

And there are a lot of more powerful benders than I am but gracias.

[oneword]

[And one swallow later...]

What're you talking about? He's practically the team's Batman, which is kind of appropriate actually since he was his mentoooo- I shouldn't have said that should I? [Always with the spoilers!] Man, this secret identity thing is so outdated.

[hasnomentor]

[Brain broken. Reboot in 3...2...1...]

Wait. Wait wait wait. Are you saying...Dick Grayson is Nightwing?

[oneword]

[So. Moded.]

... yeah, pretty much. [Welp, cat's out of the bag now.] What, you didn't notice the whole "I'm a super smart detective hear me fight crime" thing in his personality?

[hasnomentor]

Not really...

He sounded more like a scared rich kid over the network...

[Dick is sooo going to mode you Bart]

[oneword]

[To repeat a famous quote: he crashes all modes. AKA- YOU WILL NEVER TAKE HIM ALIVE.]

Huh. Must've pulled off a really convincing act. 'course, considering who it is, I'm not surprised. Still, at least now you know you can trust the guy right?

[hasnomentor]

Except he hasn't told me yet. I mean, sure I'm glad I have someone who can watch my back if I need it but I won't know that exactly.

[oneword]

Okay, but there's got to be others there right? I mean, BB? Wondergirl? Heck, even Arsenal might be handy to have around.

[...]

Hah! Handy... totally didn't mean to do that.

[hasnomentor]

...That was bad ese.

And no. No one else but me and Di-...Nightwing. I mean, there is a you but he's not you. He's from another dimension and doesn't know me. Same with the Kid Flash that's there too.

[oneword]

Hey, I didn't mean it! You have no idea how hard it is to keep my mouth in check around that guy. I almost asked him for a high-five the other day.

Whoawait another me? Is he from another future? Like- a non-Reach future? [IE: his replacement.]

[hasnomentor]

Yeah and further in the future than you. Like a thousand years in the future. No Reach at all. [No one can replace you Bart.]

[oneword]

Huh. [And for one precious moment, that is all he has to say on the matter. A future him, that far ahead? Worlds be trippin' man, he's got no idea why or what could cause that kind of discrepancy.]

You sure it's me? Could be Bart Allen the XXVII or something. I mean hey, I'm already at 2 and nobody said we're creative when it comes to naming things. [Trust him, he took the first alias he heard when he got here.]

[hasnomentor]

He seems like you. Name is Bart, calls himself Impulse, loves junk food and Kid Flash is his cousin.

[Jaime shrugs.] Alternate dimension stuff is weird. That's all I've decided.