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[variabledensity]

Though I am uncertain as to exactly how necessary my help is, mundane, I am glad to lend it. However, I do not need to linger too long. I have important duties at the Watchtower to take care of.

Comments

[wallman]

And what kind of 'important duties' would those be, J'onn?

[variabledensity]

[Wait a minute...]

Wally. You seem...younger.

[wallman]

Well I'm sixteen, so maybe I am?

[He's guessing this isn't exactly the J'onn he knows.]

[variabledensity]

That does appear to be the case. Though from what I've learned of humans, this age seems a bit appropriate for the behavior I've come to expect of you.

[There's just the faintest bit of a smirk on his face - perhaps he's joking.]

[wingedwarrior]

[J'ONN THERE IS A CERTAIN THANAGARIAN THAT HAS MISSED YOU VERY MUCH.] You better get comfortable, J'onn, we're not leaving any time soon.

[variabledensity]

[There's a brief moment of surprise before J'onn looks quite pleased. Though, given who he is that's not much of an expression change.]

I believe I am as comfortable as I can get in such a place. Though if you have not managed to find a way out, that does not bode well.

[wingedwarrior]

[It's enough for her to know he's happy, just like there's a brief smile on her face.] Well, hitting it doesn't work.

[Been there, done that.] Doesn't work at the "game" I'm at either. [She says "game" with a bit of sarcasm because haha, it's not fun.]

[variabledensity]

I see.

That does make sense, given what little I have gleaned of these 'games' from my mundane. You do seem well, all things considered.

[stillbatman]

[Bruce isn't quite staring, but he's certainly giving J'onn one of his patented looks. If anything, they've only gotten worse over the years, as they're one of the few weapons left in his metaphorical arsenal.]

J'onn.

[variabledensity]

[That face, voice, and look are unmistakable, but the age - that's a shocker.]

This place seems fond of bringing me my comrades at different ages than I am used to.

[stillbatman]

Get used to it.

[It's. A bit blunt. Sorry, J'onn, his people skills have deteriorated significantly in the last fifty years.]

What're your plans?

[variabledensity]

[Blunt, but expected given what he knows of human aging and of Bruce's manner in general. Either way, he doesn't seem bothered by the tone.]

Learning what I can of this place is a priority, as well as attempting to determine what my mun wants of me.

[ofmars]

Uncle J'onn!

I wasn't expecting to see you here.

Apologies for JL/U J'onn and his rampant no family angst, ahaha.

[variabledensity]

[What. What. There is another green-skinned person here calling him Uncle what is this even.]

...who are you? Why do you refer to me as 'uncle'?

haha! it's only justified

[ofmars]

[ She pauses at that. Come to think of it, his costume was a little strange but she just thought maybe he had a (weird) costume change.

She reaches out with her mind instead. ]

It's me. M'gann. I'm your niece.

You don't remember me?

[variabledensity]

[Initially, J'onn recoils at the telepathic message, as it's been so long since he's conversed that way with another Martian. That, and ever since his encounter with Morgaine Le Feye, he's sworn himself to be more cautious about things that seem too good to be true.

A few moments after, he composes himself.]

I am sorry, but I do not know anyone by that name.

[electric_mayhem]

Hey! J'onn! Nice to see you!

[variabledensity]

Likewise, Static. I do hope things are faring well in Dakota.

[splitseconds]

Hey, if you don't wanna help the mun, you can help me.

[variabledensity]

Hm. What do you require assistance with, Wally?

[splitseconds]

Well, you can tell my mun what a great guy I am, and why she should be playing me, not a bunch of teenage sidekicks.

[variabledensity]

[Dot dot dot.

Really, Wally? Really?]

I believe your mundane recognizes how...great a guy you are by taking up playing you to begin with, Wally. I would be... "Preaching to the choir", as I believe the phrase goes.

May I please have family feels-angst too?

[littlewhitelies]

[...Oh.

It's amazing how wide M'gann's grin is, just by hearing a voice. By the time she actually sees J'onn, her feet have gotten well clear of the ground. It's less flying through the air and more of her THROWING herself at him at a velocity that is only just this side of reasonable and won't end in bruises or getting knocked over. She only just pulls up when she gets closer, still all smiles.]

"Uncle J'onn!"

[Is it time for friendly family hugs?]

"I haven't seen you in a while!"

Certainly!

[variabledensity]

[J'onn does not move from where he stands, but he certainly manages to look surprised. It's not every day that a green-skinned girl with oddly similar fashion sense to his own decides that he needs to be hugged.

The greeting throws him off, as well, and prompts him to try and put some distance between them, including attempting to push M'gann back, if necessary.]

Excuse me?

yay, thanks!

[littlewhitelies]

[The lack of return hugs doesn't surprise her too much; those are more of an Earth thing, something she likes to replicate and her uncle just accepts and appreciates. What does throw her off, though, before he ever speaks, is the lack of mental communication. There's no telepathic brushes, exchanges of emotion, or anything. That combined with his words, plus the distance, makes her look up with wide bewildered eyes.]

"Um...Uncle J'onn? Is something wrong?"

[She glances between him and the hands on her shoulders; what just happened here?]