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( it's only after dark that jason comes out to the carnival in full gear, the glow his helmet gives off dulled down to just barely a glimmer of blue, activity in the visor almost non-existent. skirting around the edges of food booths and various activities laid out for the. . celebration, it's evident enough he's searching for something, even if it's not quite clear what that something may be.

usually, perhaps, he'd try to be a bit more stealthy about wandering about. now? he keeps to corners, but keeping an eye out for anyone who might notice him lurking around corners. )

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( during the earlier hours of the evening, a man with a hoodie drawn in low over his face, a ballcap on under it, and obviously. . bulkier gear on under it (the cargo pants worn over legs are absolutely covered in gear, metal strapped to calves and covering knees, giant assed combat boots) wanders around the carnival, clearly not doing anything suspicious. what kind of suspicious person wanders around in a hoodie for fuck's sake?

anyone close enough would notice the "J" burned into the skin of a cheek, but jason does his best to keep anyone from getting close enough to notice; if someone starts walking right towards him, he turns on his heels and starts strolling off towards the side. and looking any closer, one could note an eerie resemblance to another resident of wonderland.

he seems more interested in staring down shit than actually playing any of the carnival games or trying any of the food. )

[The 8-foot tall giant goat man thing wearing a bright pink polo shirt and dad jeans sitting at a stand where he's currently about a third of the way through a foot-long corn dog notices the glowing eyes peeping out from the darkness.

He waves in your direction, then takes another bite of corn dog.

Glowing eyes in the dark is a perfectly normal occurrence when you live among monsters in a cavern beneath the earth.]

( he should probably be more surprised--but jason's not. growing up in gotham, you see some weird shit. between ivy and the fucking clown, giant-assed scale-covered assholes--one can't really let themselves be caught off-guard by unnaturally large weird shaped things in stereotypical dad clothes.

jason tilts his head back, presses two fingers to the side of his visor and stops in place, watches whatever the hell this is supposed to be. doesn't say a word, because clearly that'd be too easy. )

[Asgore thinks you're some sort of a monster, what with the glowing eyes and all.]

Have you ever had a corn dog? They are delicious. You should try one if you have not.

Been there, done that. Shit's bad for you, y'know.

( he's a monster, alright. just not the kind asgore is thinking of. a monster of his own making, just human-shaped on the outside. )

Oh, I have not gained weight since I came here and, well, there have been one or two times when I am pretty certain that I should have gained weight... excess pies.

( clementine does not walk around the fair unarmed, unprepared. she has her gun in hand as she patrols the length of it, untrusting, uncertain of all the rides and the food. she doubts it will do much worse to her than her own world could, but it doesn't mean she's jumping at the chance fr anything yet.

...but she does notice after a second. someone's in full uniform- full gear, and his mouth parts. )

...holy shit. Cool gear.

( gun in hand is the first thing he notices. she's--small, but it isn't that unusual for a small child to be armed where he comes from, either. it's a kill or be killed world out there, this place doesn't seem to be that different just yet.

jason's careful when he kneels down in front of her, weight rested on the metal pads over knees as he raises a hand, palm up, and gestures to her gun. when he speaks, it becomes evident enough that there's a voice changer installed into the helmet, muffling out his own to make it sound a bit more robotic. )

Yeah? How's yours? ( just to be fair and safe, he offers her one of his own modified handguns from the holster at his waist, fingers wrapped around the barrel. if she decided to try shit, jason'd be fine; he's still got a dozen hidden knives, another gun, and he's not letting go of the one in hand until she lets go of the one in her hand. )

( clementine eyes him carefully as he kneels down in front of her, and she tilts her head to the side at the sound of the voice too. he must not want anyone to know who he is? she can't think of another reason to make his own voice sound like that except the suit's cool.

it's seriously cool. ...as is the look of the gun that he holds out in offer. she wouldn't take it without one offered in kind. she feels too vulnerable otherwise. )

I wouldn't usually do this shit, but pretty sure if you wanted to kill me, you could, whether or not I had my gun. ( so she holds out her handgun to him and then takes his own in offer, examining it closer. she hasn't heard of modified guns before. in her own world, it's whatever people can find, and usually she runs out of ammo. ) Mine's just regular. Yours seems... special.

Still works the same as any other gun: flick the safety off, tap gently on the trigger. Brace yourself a little more at the shoulder; it's got a strong kick to it. ( she would be dead, if he wanted her gone. he's got a good hundred and fifty pounds on her at least, trained reflexes and physical strength that far outweighs what he's sure she's got.

but there's shit even he won't touch, and jason'd never hurt a kid. she's got his own gun in hand, so he turns his attention down to hers. his finger doesn't even touch the trigger, tilts the barrel to the side and away from her. removes the magazine and checks her stock of bullets, locking the slide to the rear and checks for any rounds inside of it before slowly pulling the gun apart, piece by piece. not damaging it, but methodically going through the steps to take it apart--just to put it all back together again once he's separated each piece.

it's not until after he's gotten halfway to putting shit back together that he clicks his tongue, murmurs: ) Built mine myself. That one locks into the other, makes a nice sniper rifle.

You use this one here yet?

( clementine finds the safety even if she doesn't flick it off yet. there is nothing to shoot at, and she doesn't want to draw attention to them. her hand rests against the handle. she does look at the bullets inside of his too, taking them out and then reloading them one after the other.

her gaze is drawn back to him as he takes the whole gun apart, piece by piece. she doesn't even know how to do that. )

...how'd you build it yourself? I want to learn that.

( even if it's only something she'd know about in wonderland- wonderland has its own dangers. it's killed her once before, and she doesn't want to let it do it again. )

No, not yet. Pulled it out of the closet about a month ago when I showed up again. I was gone...for awhile.

( yeah, nothing shady about a guy in full gear chilling with a little girl and pulling apart guns. it's dark enough outside that they're not obvious; and even if someone does spot them, what the fuck are they gonna do about it? her gun's pieced back together, bullets reloaded and safety flicked on before he's offering it back to her, fingers wrapped around the barrel just as he had done with his. )

There something you need to know how to build a gun for, kid?

( jason can't fucking judge either way, wouldn't even try it. she doesn't need a reason to be armed, just like he doesn't have to justify himself for walking around here in armor. suspicious as hell, as the other jason had put it, but much safer than walking around in crappy civvies. he wouldn't walk around this fair unarmed, either. but most kids don't pull the same shit he does. did. growing up in crime alley isn't exactly normal. )

( absolutely no shade here, cough. clementine holds his own gun back to him before she reaches out to take her own back. she holds it the same way toward him, hand over the barrel. she takes her own gun back and then slides it into the holster. )

Not like Wonderland is safe with its Events, with Queens throwing carnivals for fuck knows what reason.

( she's made friends here so she's been able to enjoy it, but at the same time, she's on edge, waiting for something, waiting to figure out what they're bringing back with the damn box. )

I'd like to know how to build a gun back where I'm from too, but we don't remember any of this shit back there so I can't. Besides, I wouldn't be able to find the parts.

( his own gun is placed back in it's halter when she hands it back; there's no need to keep it out at his side, not now. and even if something did happen and he did need it, his reflexes are quick enough. no need to keep it in hand constantly, especially not in front of a kid. )

We don't, huh? ( that's. interesting. if they can't remember any of this shit when they head back to where they came from, the fuck is this all worth? or is the going back part just a fucked up fantasy--or is being here the dream. if he had a way to test it--leave some scars, return, see if the scars remain--he would. it's just too bad jason has no way of getting out of here. and if he did, he wouldn't come back. )

Show me you know how to use it, maybe I'll show you how to build it.

I've been back twice. Didn't remember either time.

( clementine shrugs as her shoulders tense. she'd like to remember this place. she would like to remember what she learned, to know she has a home out there somewhere and people she cares about, but- they aren't allowed that. she lifts her head with a smirk. )

You want to go to the shooting range real quick?

( they could maybe set up something nearby, but she figures the sound of actual gun shots would draw attention- draw a crowd, and there are mirrors around. )

( there isn't a need to draw any attention to themselves here or anywhere else; it'd been mostly a joke, teasing her. but a girl this determined to learn shit is going to learn it whether or not it's jason teaching her, and while he's sure there are much, much better people to show her how to put things together, there are also worse ones.

it's fine, no one knows who he is here--aside from his other self. there is no need to be concerned with someone seeing this kid hanging out with him, because no one knows his reputation yet either.

so he gets back up, dusts off knees with a gloved hand, and gestures out away from the carnival with a chin. )

You lead.

( clementine eyes him carefully as he gets to his feet and then she nods, turning in place so she can head off to the shooting range. she can always come back to the carnival later on another day. she's still not sure how much she trusts it, but she also really misses just... having fun. can't remember the last time she did that. maybe she'll remember how. maybe it's like something that isn't forgotten.

no matter how long it's been. )

Thanks. ( for offering to teach her, for being willing to leave with her in the middle of whatever else he was doing. )

I'd say sorry for taking you away from the carnival, but it didn't really seem like you wanted to join in either.

( bits and pieces of the armor he's wearing clank when he walks; heavy boots hit the ground with a loud sound. he's not being careful to disguise his presence, and jason todd was taught to be noisy, distracting. and even if he stayed in corners, he wasn't intent on lurking quietly. this was more his goal: picking people out of the crowd, figuring out strengths, weaknesses.

she should probably smarter than wandering off with a guy in full armor, but jason's not going to hurt her. )

I wasn't there for the fun and games. ( obviously. )

( clementine cannot think of a reason for him to kill her. the closets provide everything they could need. she is not trying to threaten him, and even if she does die, she comes back. everyone comes back. survival is so important where she is from that she doesn't think about people who kill for some reason other than perceived need of some kind, than a reason. she doesn't think about people who just maybe like it. there was no reason for carver to shove reggie off the roof except no- there was reason for that too.

reggie was weak, and carver wanted the community to be strong. it sometimes makes her sick she can understand carver so well. )

...were you there to scope it out?

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[Hey, you know who's also pretty good at lurking in shadowy corners and looking for others doing the same? This asshole - but hey, no real surprise there, given their similar training.

This Jason isn't wearing Red Hood gear, just street clothes designed to mostly blend in - jeans, boots, a black leather jacket, a red hoodie underneath the only brightness among the dark. His hood isn't up - he doesn't need his field of vision obscured right now, thank you hyper-vigilance. It's not hard to notice the flickering light, dim though it is, when his path crosses Jason's.]

Dude, I gotta say, you look suspicious as hell in that.

I don't do civvies. ( not often, not more than he has to, and definitely not in the middle of a fucking carnival. look, he's got kevlar below armor and is fairly decently armed; two guns, knives, various other nonsense shoved into hidden pockets in armor.

of course he looks suspicious. eyes lock onto jason under the hood, give him a once-over looking for any obvious weapons on his person. his own, two modified handguns, rest against each hip comfortably. even when he does try to tone it down, it's a hoodie over armor, layers carefully added to try and hide his face. unlike some asshole, he's got shit to hide. )

Which's good, considering how obvious you are.

I'm obvious? [He laughs quietly.] OK, sure, if you say so. I'd think civvies are a little better at blending in than that - [he points to his own face, drawing an invisible circle around it, indicating the helmet his double is wearing] - but maybe they do things differently in your neck of Gotham.

[He shrugs lightly, folds his arms over his chest. He has weapons hidden on him, of course - half a dozen knives, all tucked away inconspicuously but easily reached if needed. Jason looks out at the nearby crowd, scanning for anything out of place.]

What do you make of all this?

You've been outed, publicly. I don't need anyone seeing my face and connecting the dots. ( that he's a slightly different version of the jason todd whose history was put up, displayed in public. given over to everyone who feels like spending two seconds searching through the network.

a quick glance over to the rest of the area, and jason clicks his tongue, moves to rest a hand against a hip. ) I don't trust the Red Queen. Or this. It's suspicious as hell.

And here I thought I was paranoid.

[Jason rolls his eyes. Doesn't comment on the other Jason's assessment of the carnival, because they're in agreement on that front, and returning to that first part seems a little more pressing at the moment. He shifts his weight, turns toward his double, pins a steady stare on him, helmet and all.]

So I've been outed. So what. I can count on one hand the number of people here who are from Gotham, or know where it is, and maybe only half of 'em ever heard of Jason Todd before, or the Red Hood. [Damian for sure, and he's gone now. Cissie and Tim, and neither of them seemed to hold who he is against Jason. He shakes his head.] There aren't any dots to connect here. No one cares. You kinda look like me, but not exactly. You're not the Red Hood. This place is full of weird shit, and there's no reason for anyone to think we're in any way related, but you acting shady like this is sure as hell drawing attention to the fact that you don't want to be seen. And if there's one thing I did manage to pick up on my first day here, it's that the more you try to hide something, the harder some people are gonna work to find out what that something is.

[People like Georgia Mason. Jason's definitely learned his lesson, where she's concerned.]

Nah. See, you did that shit to yourself. You acted like a snarky asshole, and some chick came after you. There's no one to blame for her calling you out in public other than yourself. Do you see me going around issuing fucking challenges to every person who comes at me?

( raising that hand on his hip, he presses it against jason's shoulder, presses down firmly enough. looks him straight in the eye, not that his own eyes are evident from under the visor. )

I'm not asking for shit like you did. I'm staying out of the way and not making an ass of myself in public. Not as big of one as you had, at least. ( that same hand slides down, moves to grab for the nearest knife jason's carrying on him. )

I've been keeping a low profile for years, I can do it a bit longer.

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