Fandom Blüdhaven

[ChazGhost]

Drake understood most of what Marcel told him but still slightly confused. So I need keep an eye out for criminal activities... and maybe score a one night stand... Or really recruit a girl for a porno... I guess he has to make a living some how... The man confusing... Drake thought slightly confused. "Stop calling me Fam, I don't have a clue in hell what that means. Anyways I'm going to head over the bar for some drinks and maybe fine a few girls and get some numbers" Drake said before heading to the bar. He was going to keep an eye out for criminal activity but he was mainly going to get some drinks and chat up a few girls.


Drake sat at the bar and ordered himself something to drink and looked around and bartender prepared it. "Flashy lights, huge bar, and plenty of women, plenty fun to be had here I hope." Drake said to himself as the bartender placed down Drake's drink down in front of him. Drake took a sip of his drink and looked around at the girls around him. There was plenty of beautiful women to try to talk to first but he decide to start with a woman a few seats away.


A few seconds after him bringing up his pretend job he got splashed with a fancy pink alcoholic drink. Note to self... Don't mention the blasted porn scouter thing... Huh this drink is pretty good... Drake thought to himself.


@Sir Les Paul

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Was Marcel really more hip than Drake? Did he seriously not understand 'fam' or other phrases used by youth? How the Hell did he ever get by in clubs like this if he couldn't speak the admittedly annoying language of these people...

It didn't matter. He would either do his part or he wouldn't, but Marcel still had a mission set out. The first step to shutting a place like this down was figuring out what protected it, then destroying that protection systematically. While Drake ran off to the bar, Marcel walked over to the booths to slide by looking for women attractive enough to speak to about his cover business while really listening in on the conversations floating around. What he needed was in the red rooms, too. That is where the most serious activity went down. Some punks might be slipping X in the booths or some remote corners of the club, but the Red Rooms were where all sorts of new drugs were being tested or hard lines of coke were being ingested off the back of some wasted beauty. 

More importantly, those Red Rooms were where the deals were made. Whether it was an undercover cop being purchased with his choice of sin or a hundred-thousand dollar drug deal, the Red Rooms were where it was at. Needless to say, there was a lot for Marcel to do and no easy way to do it.

So he talked...

"Well, hey there, bright-eyes... yo' misty eyes are on fleek."
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@ChazGhost

 

[sitanomoto]

Becky stood staring at the door, half expecting Jess to come back in and apologize for walking out. After a few minutes of confused blinking, Becky whipped out her phone. She hovered over the contacts button and contemplated calling her dad to come and talk some sense into Jess. She sense hook her head and touched Skylar's name instead. 


Jess just left. Told me not to follow. What do I do? Need you ASAP. 


@AnnoDomini @Demonhunter


Jess walked down the streets of Bludhaven, hands tucked in her pockets and arms pressed tight against her side to conserve warmth from the cold, dry winds that threatened to blow her hood down. She passed a few pedestrians, but not many, as it was pretty late. She finally made it to the more neon-lit side of town and walked into a small pub that only stood out because of how small it was.


"Heyyyy!" She heard someone say behind her and she turned and shot the bartender a small smile. "If it isn't my favorite gal!" 


Jess sighed, the small smile on her face staying plastered there. "Hello Damiano."


"What'll it be, JJ? Virgin Margarita as usual?" 


Jess nodded, her smile falling. "Just the usual." 


"You know something, Jessica? You never come here just to visit. I'm no master detective, but I am able to recognize a pattern. What's the problem today?" Damiano said, whipping up Jessica's drink with expert speed. Jess took  her seat at the far end of the bar, away from others and as far away from the door as she could get. The Bartender walked over and placed the Virgin Margarita in front of Jess and she took it with a small nod of thanks, then took a small sip. 


"I.... i made a mistake today. It cost me my job, my self-esteem, and maybe a few friends and now I don't know if this," She gestured vaguely in the air, "Is worth being here for." 


"Whoah! Jess, I know this is no Class-A joint I'm runnin' here, but it's all I got!" 


"No... Damiano that's not what I meant. I meant being... being here" She pointed to herself and Damiano seemed to understand, watching Jess as she stared at her drink, then taking another small sip of it. 


"Look, Jess," Damiano said, leaning on the bar. "I don't think you really want to do that." He ran a hand through his hair. "If you came here to hear me say something like 'yes. life is pointless and go end yourself' then you should just leave now. But," he smiled and looked at Jess with genuine sympathy as if he had gone through something very similar. "I know there are people in this city who would be very, very disappointed if you suddenly stopped existing. At the end of the day it's  really up to you whether you would rather give in or keep fighting. " 


Jess gave the bartender another broken smile as she downed the rest of her drink. She took the lime off the rim of the glass and sucked on it for a moment before putting it back in the glass. Damiano rook Jess's hand and gave it a squeeze then took the glass, letting Jess just sit there as usual. He poured himself a small shot of Liquor and downed it, making a mental note to add it to his tab later.

 

[ChazGhost]

Drake's night from there was a interesting one. After getting a drink splashed onto him the first time he moved on and was able to talk to some beautiful women and got a few numbers. Some of girls even liked the idea of Drake recruiting adult film actors. Those numbers he was planning to keep in mind for the future. But besides that he kept his eyes out for illegal activity. Well this place is definitely home to drug deals... and prostitution... the last one I keep in mind when talk to women in here... Drake thought looking past a cute red head he was talking to and noticing some people hand money of between each other under a table. Drake figure that just the reason Marcel brought him here to deal with kind of stuff. So Drake kept a mental note of what the saw and continued talking up girls.


@Sir Les Paul

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Later that night...
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"I'm glad you got that Ginger's number, Drake," Marcel replied over their comm link, "but, that was a real bad time to brag about it." 

And, it wasn't. The dynamic duo found themselves surrounded by at least a dozen armed criminals in a four story complex in the Southeast side of the Blueline. Once Marcel had gathered the data he needed, he decided to end the night by smashing a few skulls. One of those skulls happened to belong to a drug trafficker for a Southside gang called the Gulls. Marcel had never heard of them before, which was a rarity. With no time to really research, either, he and Drake were effectively going in blind. And, for what? To bust a few punks selling Molly, although the club called the pills Ms. Blue and charged around $150 a pop just for one. Marcel even overheard one of the buyers claiming 'it was better than the real thing', which lead Marcel to believe that the synthetic drug had additives that made it more dangerous than standard MDMA. The reason behind his choice didn't necessarily matter; he convinced Drake to raid the building at 3 AM anyway. 

The two were on the third floor of the building. Marcel had just finished using the last man he grabbed as a meatshield for oncoming fire from a handgun, although it was too dark and distant for him to make out what it was. It was too dark for the shooter to aim, too; the bullet pierced the thug Marcel had in a lock in his upper right shoulder away from anything important. While the thug groaned, Marcel thrust him forward into the hallway while he shut the door in front of him. Not like it would matter; the doors were thin enough that anything bigger than a .38 would bust right through them anyway. Drake was in a room on the same side of the building as Marcel, but further down the hall. He got the drop on four punks sleeping in cots using his shadows. Marcel didn't exactly clarify what condition to leave them in, nor did he care. He just instructed Drake to make sure they wouldn't interrupt them. None of the thugs they encountered so far were the right one, though. Marcel knew his face.

"We're wasting time," Marcel continued on, returning to their original mission point, "My calculated guess is that what we want is on the top floor with anything else important." It would make sense. The stairway the two sneaked through was barred off for the fourth level. Behind lock and key. Not like the two couldn't each have gotten past it easily, but at the time they were doing recon. Until Drake started bragging about his night with the ladies and woke someone up. It didn't really matter, though. It was pitch dark and Drake was at his strongest. "I'll get up there, you take care of the other thugs. Meet me up there when you clear this floor or in in two minutes - whichever comes first. BPD will be here in seven minutes and we don't need to be here for that," Marcel instructed Drake.


@ChazGhost

 

[ChazGhost]

Drake wanted to try out some of the numbers he got last night but Marcel got him to do a drug raid. Drake wasn't very happy about going into a random drug den but he figured Marcel knew what he was doing... Hopefully. 


Either way Drake soon found himself alone in a room with four sleeping thugs. Drake rembered he was told to make sure they won't interupt anything. So Drake simply grabbed there guns, wallets, ant other valuables, and pants. Then he walked out of the room and locked with a key he got off one of them. Then he threw the pants out the window before meeting up with Marcel again. As they started going up to the next Drake began talking about his night "You should of seen her man, she had all the right curves in the right place. She was plainly a bombshell man. And I got her number. I'll be giving her call soon enough. Ohh then there was blonde. Man she was some kind of angel..." Drake said before he heard some one getting up. Then he listen to Marcel and knodded before going into his shadow before going off to do his thing. 


His thing of course was going around and knocking out the goons who were getting with his shadow by having turn into ball and bounced into them, mainly hitting there heads. As the ball about hit them it would became hard as stone and heavy as a bowling ball. Then after dealing with the ones that got up he started gathering the guns quickly and used his shadow to start breaking them so if the other do get up they wouldn't have much of chance to do anything except fight hand to hand. And thats a fight not easily won.


@Sir Les Paul

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Once Drake started taking on the bulk of the hoard, Marcel found it safe to leave him. Even if he had to take on a dozen or more of them at once, they had no real hope of beating him if he began fighting with no regards to their lives. Not like Marcel cared, either. Drake could have impaled each of the thugs in that last room if he chose to without any reprimand from Marcel. They would need to be far more organized than they were to force Drake into that type of corner, though. Even then, his powers were at their strongest now. In all reality, there was no threat.


Marcel took this opportunity to break out a window, then look up the side of the building for another. Lo and behold, there was. Directly above him was another seated window and with an upwards flip from the edge of his window into the one above, he busted directly into the room. The particular room he landed in appeared to be boarded up. More than likely, this entire upper level was dedicated to goods, cash and deals. His leap through the window, however, didn't go unnoticed. He could hear a few men running to his room through the walls. Marcel slid up to them and overheard a total of three of them intending on busting down the door. Before they could, Marcel thrust his arm through a half-hollow portion of the wall with no stud and grabbed one of the thugs by the hair on his head, quickly withdrawing his hand back into the hole in the wall with the thug along with him. The thug, however, found his head lodged in the wall, but only for a moment. In the next, Marcel had snapped his neck and ripped his body through the wall completely. The other two unloaded fire through the wall at Marcel, but to no real avail as he used the limp body he just acquired to soak up their rounds in addition to the door in front of them.


Of course, Drake could hear all of this gunfire above him. It ceased with two final shots when Marcel flung the body he held at the other two, then fired a round into each of their chests. Each went down and he took their handguns as well. 

Most of the doors on this floor were boarded up. It didn't take long to find the only two that weren't; each across from each other at different ends of the hall. What came next was a bigger surprise: the sirens. Marcel estimated the BPD wouldn't have arrive for a whole four more minutes, but it appeared even he could be wrong.

"Tactical withdrawal, Drake. Make it out, meet me at the McDonald's just North of here on Fifty-Sixth," Marcel told him over the intercom. Marcel had just a little while. He had to choose. The cache or the thugs. Ultimately, he used his remaining time to break into the room containing the money and drugs, ripped off a single side of a cardboard box and left a message on it before setting the room on fire using lighter fluid from a few Bic lighters and of course one itself. He left his cardboard message in the hallway away from the flame. He made an escape the same way he made an entrance; by jumping through a window - this time on top of the roof - to make an escape across the rooftops.


@ChazGhost

 

[sitanomoto]

Jess stared at her fourth Virgin Margarita and blinked as Damiano continued to tend to his other customers. The sound of sirens awoke her from her trance and she snapped her head up. She felt something start to spark in her and as she rose to run out the door, she remembered NoOne's words to her: you are no Dick Grayson.... and she plunged back into darkness again....


"Jess? Jess WAIT-"


The familiar zap of the zeta beam took her down to the surface.....


she was clutching her Father's limp, bloody body... he was still bleeding , still warm.... shards of shrapnel and rubble stuck out of him here and there, and Jessica rested her head on his chest as if she'd hear a heartbeat again..... 


"Jess! Jessica!!" She was on her knees on the floor of the bar in Damiano's arms, shaking, sweating, breathing heavily. she felt her heart pounding as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. "Jess... Jess it's okay...." 


Jess looked at Damiano and she let out a sob and buried her head into his shoulder. "What happened...? You kind of froze for a minute then just collapsed lIke you were having a seizure or something..."


"I c-can't... C-can't talk about it." Jess replied, looking up into his eyes and taking a deep but shaky breath, then shaking her head.


Damiano nodded and just gave her a reassuring squeeze. He could feel her trembling like she was cold, and the moisture on her arm from her sweat. He helped her to her feet and then walked over to sit her down in a booth in a corner. "There... it's alright now...." He spoke softly to her, comforting her like he had comforted others before. "Let me get you something strong, yeah?" 


Jess nodded, not really paying attention. It took a minute, but Damiano came back with a small glass of something.... Jess didn't know what it was, but she took it and took and small sip. She nearly spit it out, but managed to swallow it. "that burns, what is it?" She managed to say when she could speak again. She began to feel warmer, she felt her fingertips begin to buzz and a realization hit her, but she let Damiano say it anyway.


"What, Jess? Don't tell me you've never had a shot before!" He chuckled and then looked at her as she answered.


"I.... I Haven't. It feels.... kinda nice, actually... weird, but nice." Jess said, staring at the shot glass in front of her. It was still half full (or empty, depending on how you looked at it) and she reached out for it before stopping herself. "What the hell am I doing?" She muttered, remembering Becky. She turned to stand, but couldn't bring herself to get up and walk home. Her shame took over, her guilt, and she knew she couldn't go back to face Becky and explain. She turned back to the shot glass, picking it up and downing the rest of its contents. Damiano looked back at the bar. Another employee was working it now. "Marcus! Can you bring us some more shots please? And put them on my tab." 


Jess watched as the employee behind the bar brought them four shots each and she shrugged. "Ah, what the hell." 

 

[ChazGhost]

As Drake was starting to rob the thugs before going on his way to help Marcel he heard gun fire, then sirens, then marcel on the intercom. Drake sighes to himself. "They couldn't wait a little longet huh... Well bet get out of here before the police raid the place" Drake said before he looked out a nearby window. He saw a room near by. So Drake used his shadow to bust the door open and then turned it into a small bridge across. Then he calmy walked onto it and to the other room. From there he headed to the McDonalds Marcel told him about. I hope he did what he wanted to... Because I could sleeping nicely next to a nice red head right now and not walking through the cold snow... To a damn McDonald at three in the morning... Are they even open at this time in the morning... Drake thought to himself as he walked through town. Then he saw the golden arches and glowing the distance and shrugged before walking into the building. He order a drink and an egg biscuit. Then he just waited for Marcel to meet him...


@Sir Les Paul

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Twilight in Blüdhaven...
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It had been decades since the snow-ridden city had a flame burning beneath it as hot as the one left in the wake of the last few weeks. The tundra that was the criminal underground of the city had been thawed by the antics of the untouchable duo of NoOne and NeoShade. Known now as the Shadows of Blüdhaven, the two managed to uncover internal corruption in the 23rd Precinct of the BPD, bring down the long-standing criminal establishment being moderated inside of Violet Tide, were responsible for the incarceration of Annabelle Gordon-Marsh, and potentially most important of all had proven the city didn't need Nightwing. The word on the streets was the same written in the press: the new Nightwing was overcast by the Shadows of Blüdhaven. 


The problem faced by the League was not exclusive to the streets. With the United League of Justice newly reformed and under the eye of Waller, there was tremendous pressure to identify and apprehend the vigilantes that in less than a single month managed to turn a city on its head. Faith still wavered both nationally and internationally on the League and even a city like Blüdhaven mattered to public appeal. While the battle was small and arguably ambiguous due to crime-fighting, albeit amoral nature of the vigilantes in question, it was still one that needed fought. The newly acquired Amazonian Scyleia was paired with the legacy hero, Question, to uncover the case. This was the precise type of problem the Beta Squad was intended to handle: covert, small scale operations. 


Once more, crime in Blüdhaven was upset vehemently. While the 23rd Precinct only overlooked the area around the Violet Tide in the Southwest side of Blue Line, Internal Affairs had been brought in for all 51 precincts inside of Blüdhaven due to a dirty District Attorney caught in the mix. Moles, dirty cops and informants were being sold out and arrested daily. While this purge of the criminal justice system would ultimately make it stronger, it presently made the entire GPD stinted, allowing crime to run rampant. Not only were petty thugs getting away with far more than they ever had before, but organized crime was on the move. Annabelle Gordon-Marsh and her half-brother were hardly the only people tied into the system, but their fall opened up a vacuum in the city that needed to be filled. It had been at least thirty years since anyone in the frigid city had a chance to grab for power, and now that there was an opportunity, it was just another cold war.


In the grand scheme of the city, Annabelle was a small fish. In time, she may have matured into a shark in the ocean, and in all reality such may still happen after her release. Her assets, connections and clientele, however, were enough to bring in new funding to any of the illegal operations in Blüdhaven. With the Violet Tide up for auction and the void left in Southwest Blue Line unsatisfied, there was plenty of money and activity shifting around. While they say gold is power, they also say the wings of a butterfly can cause a tempest across the world. The stir in Blue Line caused the entire city of Blüdhaven to heat up. With any opportunity for a shift in power, young thugs wanted to make a name while high-end criminals wanted to use the chaos as a mask for big heists. Even larger drug deals were being made. In short, the city that normally laid in a frozen slumber was awoken, and this time, there was no Nightwing to put it back to sleep...

Dick Grayson was dead... Jessica Grayson was nowhere to be found...
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It was truly a bleak era in Blüdhaven and the challenge faced by Scyleia, Question and Blackbird would be one of immense proportions for Beta Squad. That, however, was in the job description.


@sitanomoto @Epiphany


@Hell-Jumper @ChazGhost

 

[Romani]

Question exhamined the pseudoderm material covering his face for any creases or tears that would break the illusion that had long been associated with the Question. Once satisfied, he pulled on the dark grey fedora. "Are you ready?",he asked the Amazonian.
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The two had gone over their plan of action multiple times until they both agreed to it. They would contact Black Bird to see what she knew about the "Shadows of Blüdhaven", Grayson's physical and mental state, and the situation revolving around the new crime wave that had hit Blüdhaven. Talk about déjà vu he thought to himself. The memories were ultimately too painful to dwell upon and he quickly attempted to change his focus.
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"You're clear on our roles here, right?", he asked, "I'm here to investigate, you're here to provide muscle. No offence." Question didn't exactly fancy dealing with the Amazonian if she felt he didn't respect her. In his experience, partnerships based upon negativity were about as effective as going it alone, less so in many cases. And if he had to pummel his way through Blüdhaven, he'd rather do it on the side of the Amazonians.
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(This is really just a post for everyone involved to work off of, if this isn't what somebody wants, I can change or remove it.)
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@sitanomoto @Epiphany @ChazGhost @Sir Les Paul
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[sitanomoto]

Jess sat in the Sunrise Bar, staring bleakly into her cup of gin. 


"in other news, the Shadows of Bludhaven have uncovered yet another drug nest in the city. Twelve injured, two dead in their ruthless yet effective tactic of unearthing these several hives of highs."


"Hey, ya hear that?" Jess heard one of the bargoers slur. "Sounds like Neoshade and NoOne are really cleanin' up the town." 


Jess scoffed. "At the expense of how many lives? You cant just kI'll everyone and expect things to work forever. There has to be mercy. Personally, i prefer when Nightwing was runnin' things," She said, and she took a long drink. 


"Hey, these dudes are doin' more for the city than Nightwing ever did. They're really getting stuff done, and what did she do?" She heard the guy take a long slurp of whatever it was he was drinking.


Jess felt her hand clench and anger rising in her throat. She didn't answer, mostly because she didn't have a good retort, but one more comment just might make her break.....


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Becky sat in Jess's apartment, glaring at the table. "stupid stinking mumble mumble I oughta teach them a damn lesson about it...." She sighed and looked at her hand; there were bandaids and scabs all over both of her hands and it looked as if she had been practicing on a punching bag. Or maybe a wall. The remote for the TV was on the floor in the corner, the batteries lying a few feet away from it, cast aside. There were dents in the wall that hadn't been there two weeks before. Becky sighed and rested her head on the arm of the couch.


@Hell-Jumper @Epiphany

 

[Epiphany]

The Amazon gave the Question a silent nod to his first question.  And then a more considering look after his second.  It'd been decades since she'd been around men.  It'd been...never since she actually worked as a partner with one.  Kimberly had many male partners in her police career, though, and Scyleia had met several of them socially.  So the concept wasn't wholly foreign.  But partnerships typically involved trust, experience, familiarity.  Time would provide all three, though, if she gave it the opportunity.  


"You've made our orders clear to me," Scyleia said.  "I'll respect them and follow your lead."  Which wasn't quite the same as accepting the role of 'muscle', which was a limitation she found wholly unnecessary.  But the rest was true at least.  After a moment, she smirked slightly and added "This is your world, Question, you know it much better than I do.  I'll watch your back and ensure an end to any hostiles we encounter while you carry out our assignment.  I'll be watching you, though.  To learn from you."


The black-haired beauty flexed her tan leather gloves, the knuckles backed discreetly and decorously with reinforced steel in a way that looked more like a designer's touch than a weapon.  Her matching tan leather coat hung open, allowing easy access to several fighting knives she'd requisitioned as well.  With a pair of blue jeans tucked into black leather boots, Scyleia looked more like a model taking a causal day than a super heroine.  Which was part of the point.  


Tilting her head forward, Scyleia fell into place one step behind the Question, allowing him to chart their course.  
 


@Hell-Jumper @sitanomoto

 

[Romani]

The black haired man raised an eyebrow underneath the pseudoderm shifting the material slightly."If you reall want to learn from me, do as I say, not as I do",he explained,"It's a whole lot easier to explain than it is to practice what you preach." As they walked Question was careful to keep his hat tilted forward so as not to reveal his disguise consequently, his presence in Blüdhaven. 
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Soon they came upon an apartment complex."Here",he said, looking down at a scrap of paper he had scribbled an adress onto. Similar to the first question he had a strong distrust of technology and the word of others and preferred to keep information of importance on paper, such as the adress of one Jessica Drake. 
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Opening the door, he ignored the man behind a desk, most likely the landlord, and climbed the stairs up to Drake's apartment room. Question knocked twice on the door and turned his head towards Sycleia. "She might not be too happy to see League agents in her city, especially me, so please be quick about pulling her off me if she decides to jump on me",he said with minimal sarcasm.
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@sitanomoto @Epiphany
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[Archon]

Eveline Dennis
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Whilst the city of Bludhaven had seen quite a lot of drama recently, Eveline wasn't particularly interested, the Shadows of Bludhaven seemed to be good for her, if anything. People with a reputation as "shadows" were hard to discern; if she stole a few trinkets here and there, everyone would look to the mystical vigilantes as the culprits. With Nightwing taking a vacation from heroism, it was the perfect opportunity, she couldn't ask for better luck if she tried! Days of planning were already in motion, the thought of some subtle breaking-and-entering made her giddy to the core, her apartment would look so much better with some stylish ornaments and impressive paintings!


But she was a few hours ahead of schedule - the Museum didn't get a new influx of Napoleon-style artwork until later tonightv- which meant she had a few hours to kill. Fighting common crime wasn't exactly her forte, besides, the police did that well enough thanks to Bludhaven's silent saviours. Evaline didn't have an awful lot of hobbies given her location in Bludhaven, so most downtime was spent having a drink or helping the little people - and taking from the big people, that was her favourite hobby. Alas right now she opted for some pre-theft relaxation. She couldn't afford to be affected by alcohol, but a single drink - or two - wouldn't hurt her Cat-like luck.


She could almost envision her refurbished apartment... 


Keyword being "almost", whilst the beautiful picture of millions of dollars hanging on her walls was pretty, it wasn't loud and drunk. Like the man in front of her. This was one bar she had yet to visit - The Sunrise Bar - it was further from her home but closer to the museum; it was common sense to come here. Though her eyes could hardly refrain from frowning at what they met at the end of the drunkards accusatory pointing, she had a good eye; in her profession she had to. The victim the drunkard had spoken to looked ready to break the man in two; her fists grew red with clenched anger, rage seemed to seep from her silently as she worked to hold it in. 


Just then, Eveline had a terrible gut-feeling if this girl lost it, that man was going to lose function of a limb. 


Admittedly, she looked just like Eveline; a young woman. But appearances could be deceiving, as a master of the topic she knew right away the overheated girl was tougher than she looked - certainly tougher than some unaware drunk.


In-part due to a good(ish) heart, in-part due to not wanting her relaxation to be ruined by violence; the soon-to-be museum robbing "Shadow of Bludhaven" opted to help a fellow girl out. Strolling over with a confident, warm smile she took a seat directly opposite from her seething companion. "He's not worth your anger girl, how about you let me buy you another drink?" Eveline stated happily; already motioning to the bartender for drinks.


"The name's Eveline, pleased to meet you!" 


@sitanomoto

 

[sitanomoto]

Becky heard a knock on the door and she raised her eyebrow. She growled low and stood. "Who the hell is it and what the heck do you want?" She yelled, waiting for an answer. She wasn't in a great mood at the moment. Mostly she was worried about Jess. And the city. 


But mostly Jess. 


@Hell-Jumper @Epiphany


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Jess shook her head. "people don't know what they have until it's gone...." She muttered, then looked at the girl next to her. She offered a smile, broken as always, and also slightly lopsided as the alcohol set in to her system. "Jessica." She said, then sighed as the bartender set down another glass of gin in front of her. She took a small sip and then looked at Evaline. "haven't seen you in here before. You new?" 


@Archon

 

[Archon]

Eveline Dennis
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Eveline raised her eyebrows ever so slightly at Jess' comment, Nightwing's absent seemed to be bothering her and though Evaline could see why; it was no less perplexing from her point of view. Still, what Jess very clearly needed was a friend, the poor girl looked incredibly depressed and that was something that simply wouldn't do; with the recent drama escalating throughout Bludhaven a sight like this didn't seem overly surprising - a lot of people were zealotry supportive of Nightwing - now their hero was replaced by brutal vigilantes; good for Evaline, and apparently bad for Jess. It was obvious the other girls' misery had a much deeper cause only inflated by more former events.  Evaline didn't dare hazard a guess or try to pry. Jessica had her reasons, that was that.


"This is my first time here, though I'm not complaining. It's good company." Evaline gestured in Jess' direction with a kind smile. Flattery of any kind usually helped people feeling down - especially from a stranger. Though when left in the air, it could lead to discomfort.


She let the silence linger tactically for a moment, but was quick to speak again. "I wouldn't worry too much about the recent drama, I'm sure Bludhaven's true guardian will be back to clean these streets in no time. People forget most heroes are just people, they also need a break every once in a while." Evaline's words were sincere, but also heartfelt; even if she was on the other side of the hero-spectrum she was most certainly a normal human; much like the majority of other heroes and villains, but her sentence was an attempt to comfort her new drinking partner - though it really would be a shame if the fabled Nightwing was laying dead in a gutter somewhere.


@sitanomoto

 

[Epiphany]

Scyleia Lancaster


The Question's instruction was nonsensical, at least on the surface.  Words were easily said and even more easily ignored.  Actions spoke the truth of one's heart, warrior or not.  Still, it was his world, his knowledge and it would be easy enough to determine later if he intended to trick her.  For now, she'd take him at face value.  Even if he had no face to valuate.  


Scyleia paused outside the apartment complex, glancing over at the Question's sheet of paper but not bothering to read it given what it obviously was.  She lacked the Question's distrust of technology but she also lacked familiarity with it; Themyscira was vastly advanced yet its women preferred paper as well.  


She followed the Question, just behind him on the stairs.  Her partner's instruction drew an arch of one elegant eyebrow.  "By Hera, you won't come to harm, Question.  Not if it's in my power to prevent it."


Then came the shout of " [COLOR= rgb(238, 130, 238)]Who the [/COLOR]hell [COLOR= rgb(238, 130, 238)]is it and what the heck do you want?[/COLOR]" and Scyleia's other eyebrow went up.  She made no move towards her weapons but made a point of cracking both sets of knuckles simply by balling her hands into fists.  


"I'm Scyleia," she called back through the door.  "Scyleia Lancaster.  It's important."  The Amazon glanced at the Question and added a "Please!" to her request.  More softly, Scyleia said to her partner "It never hurts to try politeness first."


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[Romani]

Something about the way the Amazonian spoke made him believe her. But of course his cynicical mind reminded him that she could kill him in more ways than he cared to think of, and he was again on edge.
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Suddenly a loud and admittedly youthful voice came from the other side of the door. Sycleia answered before him, offering a far kinder response than the one he would have provided. He exhaled sharply, a sort of rude laugh."There's a fine line between politeness and stupidity", he warned,"I wouldn't recommend crossing it."
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Without failure, Question found himself distancing himself from people and insulting those who didn't get the memo. He would claim it was purely professional, his line of work didn't treat close friends too kindly. Truth be told, it wasn't for the safety of those around him as it was to protect his conscience, among other things.
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Question waited for the door to open, his hands in his coat pockets as he did. It was a habit he had picked up from Sage, who had a similar need to do something with his hands. The man, while waiting, often crossed his arms or stood with his hands in his pockets, both habits Vincent had picked up and still carried with him.
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[sitanomoto]

Becky sighed and stood, taking a long drink of her milk before walking to the door. She opened it and crossed her arms as she stared at a man and a woman, glaring at them both. "Alright, this better be worth my time." She growled. 


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Jess smiled at Evaline. "I appreciate that." She said quietly, "And I suppose you're right. Every hero needs a break." She looked at the girl in front of her and did a quick assessment. A friendly face, not too mischievous or double crossing, but there was a glint in her eye that made Jess want to know more. "so. What brings you here of all places? " She asked, running her forefinger along the rim of her glass. @Archon

 

[Archon]

Eveline Dennis
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"So what brings you here of all places?"


Such a simple question, yet at the same so complex. Evaline's face betrayed nothing, of course. Why would it? She was here to kickback and have a drink, nothing more. All the more bonus that she'd saved a man from being hospitalised and Jess from incarceration. If the Sunrise Bar just so happened  to be closer to her later destination; more's the luck for her.


"Why, the same thing as you, dear!" Evaline said matter-of-factly, whilst she took a sip of her own drink. "Though if you mean why here, then I have to ask: why not here?" She continued with a mischievous smirk. "But to answer your question, I'm new to the city - moved here from Gotham a few weeks back, have to check out all the bars at least once, right? Pri-or-it-ies!" Satisfied with her response, Evaline couldn't help but examine Jess a little more closely. For a girl weighed down by intoxication she seemed to be awfully smart; and tough?  Not many could boast those traits, she didn't seem like the type to crumble over the disappearance of a hero - then again, Evaline already assumed there was something more to it - Like usual she was probably over-analysing things.


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[sitanomoto]

Jess nodded in understanding, seeming to be lost in thought. Really, she was listening to the news.....


"Breaking news: Another Rally taking place in front of police HQ as protesters voice their complaints about the tactics of the Shadows of Bludhaven.... More of this at 11." 


"HA! These idiots," Jess heard the drunkard say. Her head whipped around as the man spotted her at the table. "Why aren't you out there, Hon? Go on and protest with the rest of them!" He laughed loudly and Jess sighed, closing her eyes and clenching her fist under the table. The force that she was clenching it with made her knuckles crack, a sound that rang through the bar. 


One punch. One well-aimed punch would be all it would take to shut the man up. Possibly for good if she hit the right nerves. And that one punch would be all it would take to put her on the same level as the Shadows of her city, and for the sake of her own pride, she dared not stoop that low. She sighed in defeat and relaxed her hand. "It's hard to get any sort of peace anymore, be it mental or Physical." She murmured softly, then opened her eyes and looked at Evaline with a small smile. "Gotham's like a second home to me, but I can see why you'd leave. It's not exactly.... street friendly." She said, putting her last two words into air quotes. "It does keep you on your toes, however. That much can be said for everyone." @Archon

 

[Epiphany]

Scyleia Lancaster


The tall black-haired Amazon withstood the other woman's glare, even managing to look a bit sympathetic.  Her stance, a step behind the Question, was deferential though and she might seem like a bodyguard at first glance.  Certainly Scyleia's glance in the Question's direction suggested which of them called the shots.


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[Romani]

This obviously wasn't Drake, but her file did mention an accomplice. Question could tell by her disregard of his appearance that she was used to working with vigilantes. "Yeah, because you have something better to do",he replied, "I'd much rather be talking to your roommate, but for now, you'll do. What can you tell me about the shadows?" Question could already see this girl had the potential to annoy him beyond measure, but he'd have to work with him for a second."And can we come in?",he asked, preferring to get out of the hall into an environment he could somewhat control.
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[sitanomoto]

Becky rolled her eyes at Question and sighed. "what do you mean, 'I'll do'? Oh, I see. The Wall sent you, didn't he?" She stepped aside. "Alright, you can come in. But don't get too comfortable, and be ready to explain yourself to my partner when she gets home, which may be at any minute." Becky may have been younger, but she was headstrong and stubborn, borderline bossy, and unwilling to give the man in front of her an inch of control that she did not want him to have. She glanced at the woman behind her interrogator and did a quick assessment, as if sizing up the both of them. "Can I get you anything to eat? Drink?" She might as well have been hosting old friends the way she transitioned from being hostile to hospitable. She herself walked over to the fridge and grabbed the milk from the top shelf then refilled her glass. "Grayson won't mind." @Epiphany @Hell-Jumper