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[thethirdhalfa.livejournal.com]

Because I know I'm not the only one whose thought of this.

It's the....

Ten Years Later RP Meme!

To put it simply, how do you think your character will have developed over ten years on the Good Meatship Stacy?

And playing them like it's ten years later.

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[crusades]

[Eyebrows raise as another shirt is laid to waste by the Major. It had been a deduction, but not a particularly difficult one.

His lips trace upwards past her jaw and over her cheek, stopping short when they meet hers.]

We have all day, you know.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

You'll get tired before then.

[It's smug, but then isn't it always? Motoko likes causing destruction, and she had pettiness down to an art form long before she met Bruce.]

[crusades]

There you go, underestimating me again.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

You're just whining because I'm not in awe of you.

[She's often annoyed by how many bones she has to break before people learn that while Batman might hurt them, the Major will kill them. Damn multi-world legacies.]

[crusades]

And you're just jealous.

[Her jacket is removed, hands gliding from her shoulders and eventually coming to rest on her waist.

He looks her in the eye, a gesture he shares with no one else, quietly spurning their little ruse for all of a few seconds.]

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

[She could easily say any of a dozen cutting remarks— it certainly occurs to her to do so, but his regard kills it on her tongue. Her shoulders are bare, but the humidity is such that there's no need to adjust perception for the spurious benefits of comfort. Sudden, peaceful moment, pressed between his hips and the console, leaning more on one another than otherwise. It was the one that had lost it's front panel to the Major's impatience.

How far they'd come.

She put her hands on his face, leaned in and kissed him.]