TLV 7 - Video

[bodilesswarrior]

[The video doesn't show much at all, at first; just some gloved fingers, a few wisps of blonde hair, and low grumbling about the evils of technology.

Then, finally, it reveals a small but athletic woman in tight blue and gold body armor, grinning confidently at the camera.]

I hope Babs wasn't trying to keep her cover, because I really don't want to end up with a missile up my butt later.

[She sounds entirely too cheerful about the prospect, probably because she has the vague but distinct impression that the cat is already out of the bag.]

I'm Dinah Lance, aka Black Canary, aka your current substitute for Ms. Gordon.

[The nonchalance fades as her voice softens.]

I've never tried anything on this scale before, but if you need someone to talk to - I can do that.

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i just decided to leave him alone

[greenarrowed]

[Ollie's still grasping the 'alternate version' of his life thing. So excuse him.]

... Laurel?

this will be an entirely different kind of WHAT DO

[bodilesswarrior]

...Ollie?

[Her eyes are very nearly popping out of her head. He's barely HER age, what the hell.]

You - what - why are you calling me Laurel?

basically yes :c

[greenarrowed]

Well, you hate it when I call you Dinah.

When did you dye your hair?

enjoy this ollie

[bodilesswarrior]

[When you were dead.

Her heart stutters, or it feels like it does, and it takes her a moment to answer.]

It was always blonde, when I was in costume. The wigs were getting old, so -

[She stops, shakes her head.] Look, I don't think I'm your Dinah. Laurel.

you mean, enjoy your manly brooding later

[greenarrowed]

I gathered that.

Out of curiosity, why did you call yourself Black Canary?

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[bodilesswarrior]

I've always -

[She fiddles around until she figures out the filters.]

Okay.

I've always been Black Canary. It was my mother's name.

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[greenarrowed]

[Lol what even.]

Seriously?

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[bodilesswarrior]

Got a problem with that, Oliver?