Sterling was on patrol. This was a fairly new experience, being a part of a team, and it was one he enjoyed. He had added a satchel full of snacks onto his uniform to help keep himself going during long patrols, since his metabolism had gone nuts from the magical feedback issue. At least he'd never die of old age, though. That was certainly something strange in his file.
He sighed. Nothing much going on tonight. The industrial sector was pretty much clear of anything resembling crime.
He reached into his satchel and pulled out a power bar, opening it and taking a bite. The peanut butter crunch ones were actually decent. They were a good source of energy, at least. He had other, more sugary snacks in his satchel, and even a lunchbox with a plastic wrapped pizza burger and several ice packs in it. HE was gonna munch the hell out of that later.
But for now, he was content to walk along munching his power bar. He was musing over the possible consequences of this newfound semi immortality, when he ran straight into something large. And metal.
Fell straight on his butt, too. When he looked up, he realized he had run right into Cyborg. Oh geez.
Post by Elenaphant on Jul 25, 2014 15:29:57 GMT -6
He wasn't sure who thought it was a good idea to assign the new guy to a patrol alone, but maybe there was some error in the schedule that was overlooked. Thankfully, Cyborg happened to check who was where and realized that what--according to his records--was the first patrol a Titan named 'Sterling' had, was a solo job. That also may be a mistake, and he'd have to check the physical files to see if it matched what they had in their virtual databanks.
The industrial sector was all too familiar to him. Here, his father had a plant he worked at, and he often came for scrap metal or to get discounts on parts from the companies. More often, he had familiarized himself with the area because of all the failed projects that became hubs for criminal activity. The police were good at sweeping it up, but villains were better at hiding their lairs. He was pretty sure, somewhere here, Slade was manufacturing his bots. Or maybe not--there was too much they didn't know about the man in orange and black.
He parked the T-Car somewhere discreet, and well out of the way of any wrecking balls. The best way to observe urban decay was to be in the middle, so Cyborg stepped out. The only downside was that, being who he was, he stood out like a shiny penny in a pocket full of ol' rusted cents.
He wasn't sure how he managed to miss the only other person around, but he felt a thud against his plate and when he looked down, there was the guy he was looking for. "Yo Sterling! Came to join you on patrol," he informed him with a grin. Then, he extended his hand to help him up.
Post by Red Wizard on Jul 27, 2014 22:25:27 GMT -6
"Um, thanks..."
Now Sterling was a bit embarrassed. He had been lost in thought, and that meant he wasn't doing his job. While the streets seemed oddly absent of crime that night, it could just be because Sterling had been too lost in thought to notice.
"Sorry I ran into you like that."
Sterling accepted the hand up, making sure his satchel of snacks was in place. He got really lethargic when he hadn't had enough to eat, after all.
"Guess I'm not doing my job very well if I was lost in thought enough to run into you."
He gave a self depricating laugh. He really wasn't doing his job very well tonight, honestly. This whole functional immortality thing bugged the living crap out of him. What was worth doing, now that he could potentially watch everyone he cared about die?
"Though everything seems pretty clear tonight. Hogtied a purse snatcher a few hours ago and called the cops on 'im."
Post by Elenaphant on Aug 12, 2014 11:49:44 GMT -6
"Purse snatcher huh? Sounds like it's been another slow night," Cyborg commented and looked over the rookie. "Hey, no worries, this is why we have the buddy system. It helps keep us in line if the other person is slacking, and well, if we're both a couple o' slackers then Robin will have our heads come report time. Let's avoid ruffling those spiky feathers and do what we gotta do."
Though, that might be hard with him seeming down in the pits. Really, he was being hard on himself--which wasn't too bad, it meant he was taking his job seriously, but Cyborg had the feeling this was more than just him screwing up by being unaware of his surroundings. "Are you alright man? If you don't mind me saying, you seem kind of down. How about we walk and talk, if that's cool with you," Cyborg suggested, and began his trek. Talking or not, they still had to patrol the area. This wasn't a stealth mission where they had to keep quiet. The purpose of patrols was to make their presence known. Deterring crimes and all that.
When Cyborg suggested they walk and talk, he figured it was about time he lay the full thing on someone. It was quite an odd situation. He didn't know how to word it effectively, though, so he paused for a moment, and then spoke as he swept his long silver hair out of his eyes.
"Walking and talking sounds good, it'll give me a minute to compose my thoughts, too."
He hmmed for a moment, thinking how to word this. It had been a scientific, not magical, analysis that showed his cells simply weren't aging anymore. Magical tests returned the same result. He was no longer aging. He could still be hurt and whatnot, but preliminary testing had shown that he was no longer aging.
"It..could turn out to be false, but there's only a slim chance of that. Magical and medical tests show that my cells aren't aging anymore, due to a magical feedback that left me laid up for a while."
He gave a slight shrug, his stomach growling slightly, as he reached into his satchel and then pulled out a Cliff bar, unwrapping it and biting into it. High enough in calories to keep even him going, for a while. Whatever the feedback had done it had also increased his appetite to the level of someone several times his size.
Cyborg watched the concrete jungle with his lens-like eye, scanning for any signs of life that weren't cockroaches, rats, and other cityland critters. He even spotted a racoon in the dumpster, and they usually liked the more suburban areas. For now, aside from the factory workers working away in their industries, or the truck drivers backing into the gates, they seemed the only two souls that were wandering around on the streets. His artificial ear was kept to listening in on their surroundings, while his human ear was turned to his friend listening as he tried to figure out the words to say.
So that's what was bugging him, was it? "Man," Cyborg commented unhelpfully when Red laid it on him. Some people would be stoked to find out that they'd never grow old, but Cy knew a thing or two about what it was like with revalations that shook the fundamental humanity within ya. "I get it, I'd be weirded out too," he said as they walked together. Cyborg took a moment to think about what to say as well, though with less 'hmming'.
"I mean, it's part of life as we know it--we grow old as the years pass. We expect it, and when what we expect gets complicated it's only natural that we stress about it. I bet you're wondering what being the same age for the rest of your life will mean to you, how it will effect your day to day stuff. Though, take it from me and the team--you learn to adjust," he spoke from experience, and it was rather obvious being half robotic. He had a more...immediate reaction when he found out the changes that happened to his body after being laid up for awhile.
"As long as it's not putting you in any danger, of course. Aside from that your um--feedback was it?" Magic was beyond his scope. "That hasn't effected you in any other way has it?"
Post by Red Wizard on Oct 21, 2014 17:22:41 GMT -6
Sterling listened intently. Cyborg would know what a sudden life change was like, after all.
"Yeah...you've got a good point. I should probably stop worrying about it for now."
He gave a short laugh, and a genuine smile. For now, it wasn't an issue. He would look sixteen forever, yes, but he he actually WAS sixteen right now. The least he could do was enjoy his time as a Teen Titan, and do good work. With luck, though, nothing would happen tonight. Maybe a purse snatcher or two, but nothing major.
"Nah, nothing else except my appetite. I can eat as much as six or seven guys my size now, which is odd."
Another small laugh. Cyborg had seemed to per him right up, and while his head was still swimming with possibilities, they were mostly positive. He could do this hero gig for a good long time, really. Once he outgrew the Teen Titans monicker, he could continue until he was comfortable stopping, not just until he got too old. He hadn't originally wanted to be a hero, but it had grown on him.
"You know I originally just wanted to be a game developer? I collect classic games, and I wanted to bring back the oldschool style. The whole hero thing seems like a good trade, though."
Cyborg grinned when he heard the shift in positive attitude from the junior member. It always felt good to help someone out with their problems. It was part of the fun working in a team after all. Sure, going solo might have its benefits, but Cyborg would much rather have friends to fall back on when crazy times inevitably hit. When the mention of an appetite came up, Cy let out a laugh.
"Between you, me, and Kid Flash, grocery shopping is going to be an adventure," Cyborg joked, putting it mildly. It was really convenient that so many of them were from money and had the funds to contribute to all the tech AND voracious appetites that kept the teens going. He wondered if there were some socio-economical implications in who could be a hero in that regard, but that wasn't a question to ask himself now when he really should be keeping an 'eye out' for trouble. So he zoomed in with his artificial eye as he scanned around the place.
"A game developer huh?" Cyborg echoed with an expression like he could see it happening. "I don't know if you know, but I'm a big fan of games--always was, whether it be sports or consoles I guess I like the idea of winning according to some rules, and the old-school style was more reliant on skill than today's games but that's just from my experience," Cy said recalling some legendary difficult games where completing it was like a badge of honour to be worn. That challange was satisfying. The frustration was offset with a promise that victory was possible.
"Being a hero is certainly rewarding, and you do good things for people, but if you can manage to find a way to balance that dream, working toward being a game developer and being a hero isn't impossible," the Titan considered as he waved Sterling over to investigate the inside of one factory in ruins. There wasn't much light when he walked in through a poorly covered up hole in the wall. He pressed the side of his head and a small panel rose above his artificial brow; from it, a light shone. "I'm not saying it's easy, so if you've decided on being committed to being a hero that's great. Just know that options are always available if you look hard enough," he said.
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The roleplay takes place after the series end of the original Teen Titans animated show, but does not include the movie Trouble in Tokyo. Since then Robin has been on something of a recruiting spree, and many new young heroes have found themselves a home in Jump City as well as Titan Tower.
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