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Yeah, I haven't trusted a monkey since I was about fourteen years old.
[ The story behind that is complicated, but the short version can be summed up in three words: 'teenage superhero sidekick'. Add on 'from the Golden Age' and you've got a pretty full picture.
He's grown up since then, less than his years would actually account for but that's just how it goes, and now he's just a muscular young man with a surprising lack of scars but a pretty decent set of racoon eyes from lack of sleep. He's got a coffee in one hand as he settles into the water not too near but not too far from Robert; it's rare that one will find him without coffee, given the alternative. ]
Sand. Just kind of... woke up here a few hours ago. No idea what's going on, but so far it's less terrible than most of the other mystical pocket dimensions I've been kidnapped to so I'm waiting to see what's wrong with it before being difficult. You?
[ That wasn't the answer he was expecting, and he can't help but raise his eyebrow about it. ]
Dare I ask? I kind of want to ask.
[ A childhood story involving monkey trauma sounds like a great way to bond with a guy you've just met in an outdoor onsen. But also might make Robert feel a little like his own childhood wasn't so fucked up. It was, but that's beside the point.
At the very least, they're brothers in arms with their raccoon eyes. Though Robert doesn't have any coffee or anything. Too hot for a hot spring dip. ]
Robert. And, same, except I've never been to a mystical pocket dimension before either, so. Pretty new to that I guess.
[ He leans back and lets the water start to do it's work. Then he shrugs and pulls up his other hand to start listing. ]
You know, I could mention Lex Lemur, Monsieur Mallah, Congorilla, Gorilla Grodd- there is an outrageous number of monkey supervillains out there per capita and I truly feel for Detective Chimp for the rep it makes him deal with [ he shakes his head ] but for me? It was the stuff that Gabby, Midnight's sidekick, used to pull when the two of us got stuck somewhere during a meeting. He wasn't part of the Justice Society or anything-
[ A pause for clarity. ]
Midnight. Not Gabby. Gabby- definitely not, no-
[ And right back to talking with his hands, a New York accent well and truly salting his words- ]
But he'd come in when there was something big going on, talk with the others-
[ But that is when he will pause. ]
...I... sound like a lunatic, don't I?
[ Sand... largely sleeps at bizarre hours, when he does sleep. He was raised by a superhero, uncled and aunted by superheroes, and all of his friends are. He hasn't socialized with civilians since he was in college, a brief island of time he barely remembers since it was just after his hospital stay and that's when his Aunt Dian's health had been going down the toilet. This is not a guy trying to namedrop and look cool. This is a guy realizing that he does, indeed, sound completely bonkers, probably. ]
[ Robert takes a moment to make himself comfortable too, tilting his head as he listens to this ... tale.
He catches the New York accent so he mainly has one question at first, and that is: what the fuck is going on with New York and its monkey population? Aside from that, Sand has kind of lost him, but then you have to remember they're apparently from different dimensions? So he can only assume the Justice Society is similar to SDN or even the group his father used to be a part of.
Still, this guy is really going off about this— ]
A little, yeah.
[ Maybe not for the reasons he thinks. ]
You're a superhero then. Or ... were?
[ The superhero equivalent of a child movie star? That sounds rough and also pretty wrong actually. ]
[ His ramble was about half social awkwardness and half extreme sleep withdrawal, something that the 'nap' that brought him here did not cure. Sand's record for not sleeping spans almost two weeks, probably the least well-considered use of his supernatural constitution he could manage, but he was at two days or so before he came here.
It's not an excuse, and certainly not one he'd use, but it might explain some things. Regardless, he shakes his head.]
Back then? Nah. [ A wry smile.] Mystery men. The 'Super' stuff didn't start until after the war. [ Yes, he's talking about World War II.] And I wasn't part of the club, not yet, anyway. I was there same as Gabby: a sidekick working with my mentor, the Sandman.
[He waves one hand and sinks into the water a little as his other hand rubs at his face.]
The point I was making was that I have never seen an animal manage that much mischief in that little time. [Beat.] And after they nearly destroyed the kitchen, Gabby had the nerve to try and pin it on me. Pointed at me like they were on a crime scene. Little jerk.
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[ The story behind that is complicated, but the short version can be summed up in three words: 'teenage superhero sidekick'. Add on 'from the Golden Age' and you've got a pretty full picture.
He's grown up since then, less than his years would actually account for but that's just how it goes, and now he's just a muscular young man with a surprising lack of scars but a pretty decent set of racoon eyes from lack of sleep. He's got a coffee in one hand as he settles into the water not too near but not too far from Robert; it's rare that one will find him without coffee, given the alternative. ]
Sand. Just kind of... woke up here a few hours ago. No idea what's going on, but so far it's less terrible than most of the other mystical pocket dimensions I've been kidnapped to so I'm waiting to see what's wrong with it before being difficult. You?
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Dare I ask? I kind of want to ask.
[ A childhood story involving monkey trauma sounds like a great way to bond with a guy you've just met in an outdoor onsen. But also might make Robert feel a little like his own childhood wasn't so fucked up. It was, but that's beside the point.
At the very least, they're brothers in arms with their raccoon eyes. Though Robert doesn't have any coffee or anything. Too hot for a hot spring dip. ]
Robert. And, same, except I've never been to a mystical pocket dimension before either, so. Pretty new to that I guess.
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You know, I could mention Lex Lemur, Monsieur Mallah, Congorilla, Gorilla Grodd- there is an outrageous number of monkey supervillains out there per capita and I truly feel for Detective Chimp for the rep it makes him deal with [ he shakes his head ] but for me? It was the stuff that Gabby, Midnight's sidekick, used to pull when the two of us got stuck somewhere during a meeting. He wasn't part of the Justice Society or anything-
[ A pause for clarity. ]
Midnight. Not Gabby. Gabby- definitely not, no-
[ And right back to talking with his hands, a New York accent well and truly salting his words- ]
But he'd come in when there was something big going on, talk with the others-
[ But that is when he will pause. ]
...I... sound like a lunatic, don't I?
[ Sand... largely sleeps at bizarre hours, when he does sleep. He was raised by a superhero, uncled and aunted by superheroes, and all of his friends are. He hasn't socialized with civilians since he was in college, a brief island of time he barely remembers since it was just after his hospital stay and that's when his Aunt Dian's health had been going down the toilet. This is not a guy trying to namedrop and look cool. This is a guy realizing that he does, indeed, sound completely bonkers, probably. ]
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He catches the New York accent so he mainly has one question at first, and that is: what the fuck is going on with New York and its monkey population? Aside from that, Sand has kind of lost him, but then you have to remember they're apparently from different dimensions? So he can only assume the Justice Society is similar to SDN or even the group his father used to be a part of.
Still, this guy is really going off about this— ]
A little, yeah.
[ Maybe not for the reasons he thinks. ]
You're a superhero then. Or ... were?
[ The superhero equivalent of a child movie star? That sounds rough and also pretty wrong actually. ]
no subject
It's not an excuse, and certainly not one he'd use, but it might explain some things. Regardless, he shakes his head.]
Back then? Nah. [ A wry smile.] Mystery men. The 'Super' stuff didn't start until after the war. [ Yes, he's talking about World War II.] And I wasn't part of the club, not yet, anyway. I was there same as Gabby: a sidekick working with my mentor, the Sandman.
[He waves one hand and sinks into the water a little as his other hand rubs at his face.]
The point I was making was that I have never seen an animal manage that much mischief in that little time. [Beat.] And after they nearly destroyed the kitchen, Gabby had the nerve to try and pin it on me. Pointed at me like they were on a crime scene. Little jerk.