Vidconference call to the Tower
Dec. 15th, 2005 11:28 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
He's been going over everything Cyborg and Donna have forwarded. All he's been getting are fragments, pieces. He's fairly sure that's reflective of the Titans' current state of mind at present. Not surprising. A snatch of description here, vagueness there. Beast Boy's still in the infirmary, unconscious. Ivy possibly dead. Face... whoever the hell -he- was... also MIA. Some new kid, Fauna, he's never even heard of. Still reading up on her, and what there is is sketchy.
He's resisting going out there. It's not his team anymore. He forgets that sometimes, even in the wake of his dismantling the team after Donna's death. The younger kids don't need him breathing down their necks. Hell, that's why they started the damn Titans in the first place, to get away from their mentors watching them under a microscope 24/7. He leans back for a moment, rubbing a hand over his face as the vidlink comes online. There's really only one way to describe this, he figures: Hell, handbasket. No time for small talk now. Time to get the facts on this straight. He nods to his teammate.
Cyborg. What's the sitrep?
He's resisting going out there. It's not his team anymore. He forgets that sometimes, even in the wake of his dismantling the team after Donna's death. The younger kids don't need him breathing down their necks. Hell, that's why they started the damn Titans in the first place, to get away from their mentors watching them under a microscope 24/7. He leans back for a moment, rubbing a hand over his face as the vidlink comes online. There's really only one way to describe this, he figures: Hell, handbasket. No time for small talk now. Time to get the facts on this straight. He nods to his teammate.
Cyborg. What's the sitrep?