Fandom The Guild Of Justice (Medieval DC Roleplay)(IC)

[sitanomoto]

The year is 1459. Gotham is a bustling medieval town, with merchants and farmers, scholars and mercenaries, and citizens who like to keep to themselves. However, after the sun sets and the stars come out, the town turns into a haven for the scum of the Earth to come and wreak havoc. There are those in the city who find these villains after dark and strike fear into their hearts, stopping their pillages and plunders and turning them in to the Arkham Castle's dungeon.

Stranger things than the common rabble have been spotted at night, and it is up to the midnight vigilantes to discover what they want, and to stop them.
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Setting:

~Gotham~


The outskirts


Wayne Keep


Gotham Forest
The forest extends for some way beyond what the eye can see behind Lord Wayne's Keep.


Arkham Castle Keep

 

[sitanomoto]

It was mid-morning in Gotham, and Roxanne walked the lengths of the town market with a contemplative look on her face. As she reached the fruit stand, she smiled.
"Good morning, Leah." She said with a dip of her head.
"Lady Roxanne!" Leah gave a curtsy and a smile back. "What bring you to my humble stand?"
"I'm just here to pick up some fruit, is all." Roxanne said, handing some coins to the vendor and picking out a few apples for the satchel around her shoulder.
"Are you alright? You seem tired, my lady." Leah said as she watched the redhead girl yawn behind her hand.
"Just a late night reading, is all." Roxanne replied, with a courteous tip of her head as she finished putting the Apples away. "Have a wonderful rest of your day, Leah. Hope your sales are plentiful today!" Roxanne said over her shoulder as she walked away.

Truth be told, her late night wasn't spent reading, although that wouldn't have been hard to believe coming from the Lady of Gotham Keep. There had been a rise among Gotham's waking scum, which meant a lot of late nights for Roxanne and her adopted Father. She wondered if the shadows under her eyes were noticeable.
She had left while Bruce was still asleep, telling Alfred that she was going for a walk to clear her head. The rise in crime worried her, and she was concerned that something was going on, a larger plan from a more powerful person who wanted all of Gotham at their feet. Her unease manifested in the look of contemplation on her face, and as she went to sit by the well to think, it was hard for her to keep from worrying about everything else. "God's blood...." she muttered, rubbing her eyes.

(There we go! Feel free to move about the town!))

 

[Taleek]

The clanging of hot iron can be heard within the shop of Steel Arms, however to Clark the noise was rather distant he carefully clanged on the iron bar yet his eyes seemed distant. It had seemed like Clark was listening out in the city for any trouble while on the job, Clark had been over looking Gotham and the majority of the land for about a year and a half now, so far things have been pretty much as he expected in the land of Gotham people don't know what to make of the caped knight. Clark strains his hearing a bit as his grip tightens slightly on his hammer as he continues his work, it wasn't until Clark heard the ring of his front door did he stop his super hearing honing his hearing within the confines of his shop. Clark stood and approached his desk to welcome the customer "Good day, how may I help you?" Clark said giving the customer a warm smile as he conversed with the individual, it had seemed the customer was here to pick up his tool that needed a repair. Clark gave a nod and moved to collect it before unwrapping the tool and presenting it to the individual, "This should last you for a good while before you'll haft to see another smith about it. You take care of it now!" Clark said dismissively opening the door for the customer as he saw them out. Once the door was closed Clark went back to work in his forge his ears intent on the survey of the city.

(Went ahead and gave a small post here!)

 

[Radio_Rat66.6]

Gia walked throughout the burnt halls of her home. It had been made of stone so it remained up, but everything precious was gone. Including her family. That thought sent into another flickering rage, sending her in and out of visibility. She screamed her hate but it quickly dissolved into sobs. She sank to the floor and cried. It was all her fault. They would still be alive if it weren't for her. If she didn't have these stupid powers.

She slowly stopped crying and stood once more. She needed to get out. She walked out where the front door was and sighed softly when she felt the grass beneath her feet. She walked to the property's edge and sat beneath a tree. She laid her head against the bark and watched the clouds float through the sky. She wished she could be a cloud. She'd be weightless and undisturbed. Children and adult came to see her, thinking she was a spirit. She would often yell at them to get out of her house. Other times she would just weep for her lost family. Her existence was a sad one.

[]Gia is open for interactions.[]

 

[Keidivh]

Lord Wayne grimaced as he felt a needle threading through the skin on his left arm, stitching together a nasty gash on his right arm, courtesy of a brigand that had landed a lucky hit that cut into his armor. Don Falcone had been smuggling a great deal of illegal weaponry, likely to help in his running war with Don Marroni for Gotham's underworld. Only he and Roxanne stood between this war and the people of Gotham. They were making progress, but it was slow, and there were a myriad of other crimes the duo had to contend with.

"There we are sire, your wounds have been sewn up, or resewn I should say with how often I have to patch you up." Alfred stated with a wry grin before handing Bruce a cup of tea. The smallest of chuckles escaped the exhausted lord as he drank, the warm tea doing a great deal to ease the many aches in his body.

"At this point I hardly notice anymore Alfred, it's practically routine." While there wasn't a great deal of mirth in his voice, it was enough to elicit a small chuckle from Alfred. While he wasn't on the front lines, Alfred Pennyworth was truly the rock the Waynes relied on to, someone to keep them going in their never ending crusade to purify Gotham. Having given himself a few moments to relax, Bruce began looking over reports that Alfred had collected concerning crimes in Gotham. Overall it looked like the usual crime sprees, but Bruce couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more going on that he just wasn't seeing, something larger than even the Dons. Perhaps he was simply being paranoid, but his intuition rarely failed him.

"Sire, I realize something is brewing in the shadows, but even you won't be able to find what it is if you work yourself into delirium. Lady Roxanne has headed into the market district, perhaps you should join her. Lately she's spent more time you as you're squire rather than your daughter. Perhaps you should rectify this." A long, weary sigh escaped Lord Wayne's lips as he considered Alfred's advice. As per usual he was right, as much as he desired to spend every moment fighting the criminal underworld of Gotham, he had other responsibilities. Most importantly to his surrogate daughter. Looking down at Vorgen who was laying at his feet, he reached down to pet the massive dog before pushing himself from his seat, muscles groaning in protest as he did so.

"I hate it when you're right Al. Come Vorgen, let's go see Roxie."

 

[sitanomoto]

Roxanne had moved from the well to a small field just behind the marketplace, where she sat down on a grassy hill. Her eyes wandered up to the billowing white clouds above, contrasting brilliantly with the crystalline blue of the sky. She allowed herself to relax as the clouds shifted and rolled over each other, creating different shapes that the girl did her best to place. A winged horse. A running wolf. A hand clenching, as if rebuking the heavens. However, her attempt at relaxation was foiled every now and then by a rising feeling of unease, which she did her best to suppress. Her hands wandered to the strap of her bag, and she ran her thumb over the leather gently. The young Grayson sighed and reached into the satchel and pulled out an apple, large and red and glossy. She stared at it for a moment before taking a bite out of it.
Roxanne appreciated the background noise of the birds and the distant murmur of business from the marketplace. Hearing daily, unhindered life in her hometown brought a soft smile to her lips, and she returned her focus to the sky.

A thought crossed her mind, of Bruce's latest altercation with a low-level lackey that managed to land a lucky blow to his arm. The duo had managed to thwart the criminal, and for that, the young lady was glad, but during the ride back to the manor, her surrogate father had seemed distracted, which was very unlike him. She wondered, as did many of the commonfolk in Gotham, what had been going through his head at that moment, but she decided not to press it. She took another contemplative bite of her apple and sighed, wishing she could read minds.

 

[Scatterbrain]

Harold thundered through the forest upon his mount Arisia. He loved nothing more than racing through the countryside at high speed and Arisia was always happy to oblige. He was on his way to Diyanis Manor. He had been given an assignment by the Wizards to investigate its remains and the surrounding land after they had received reports of a Red Knight spotted in the vicinity. What a Red Knight could possibly want there was a mystery but Harold didn't give much thought to the matter. He was just eager for the opportunity to even the score.
As he reached a clearing in the forest, he could see the charred ruins of the manor in the distance. Pulling on the reins, Arisia slowed down to a trot and the two approached the manor slowly. The place definitely was eerie, Harold thought to himself as he looked over the structure. No wonder the locals believed it was haunted. As they reached the edge of the property, Harold dismounted from Arisia before tethering her to a nearby tree. Harold stroked her on the nose. "I won't be long." he said to her. Turning back towards the manor, he looked down at his ring and the ring shone in response. With his ring at the ready, he would go the rest of the way on foot.

Radio_Rat66.6

 

[Radio_Rat66.6]

Gia heard a horse approaching. She was up in a heartbeat, gathering her skirts. She was running inside the manor, waiting for the intruder to reveal themselves. She light ran her fingers over a tapestry of a vase of callalillies. Her husband had it made for her when their daughter was born. Soft tears ran down her face once more. She turned to see a man tying his horse to a tree. She put on a face of rage and walked through the wall towards him. "Get out of here! This is my house! Get out!" By the time she was done screaming she was standing before him. She was untouchable, but she knew her power sometimes flickered when she was upset.

Scatterbrain

 

[Scatterbrain]

As Hal drew closer to the building, he saw a woman pass through one of the walls. He paused, taken aback by what he had just witnessed and instinctively he manifested a sword of green light. It would appear the locals stories were not completely unfounded after all, Hal thought to himself. The woman approached him and began screaming for him to leave but Hal stood his ground. Even though she appeared to be a ghost, Hal was not entirely convinced. He had come across individuals with supernatural abilities before in his service to the Green Knights.
The mysterious woman stood before him now her screaming had subsided for the time being. Hal dropped to one knee, hanging his head low and plunging his sword into the ground before him. He had not come here seeking to do harm to a fair maiden.
"Be thee mortal or spirit, I meant no disrespect milady. I did not realise the Manor to still be occupied. I am searching for a Red Knight who has been seen near thine home. Hast thou seen him?"

Radio_Rat66.6

 

[Radio_Rat66.6]

Gia stared down the man as he knelt before her. Tears continued to track down her cheeks. "There is no Red Knight here...please leave. I have been tortured enough. Fires hurt more than flesh." She choked on the last sentence, her eyes holding pain, sorrow, and anger all swirled together. "I can't stand you all!!" Her rage was back once more, renewed and blind. "You murderers!! All of you! Murderers!!" Her hands balled into tight fists. Her visibility flickered in and out like her emotions. "Disgusting murderers!! How could you all!?" Her chest heaved from yelling. Flickers of flame flashed before her eyes, her ears only hearing the angry protests, roaring flames, and her husband screaming over their daughter's cries. "Adam!!" She screamed her husband's name, the first time since he died she spoke his name. She was having an episode, going into hysterics. It happened every once in a while. Most people fled long before her episodes began.

Scatterbrain

 

[Keidivh]

After ensuring his wound was properly stitched and covered, Lord Wayne dressed in unassuming clothing that would any peasant would be found in, along with a black hooded cloak to cover his face. Bruce never much cared for the prestige and recognition that came with his position, only making appearances in the public when absolutely necessary. This way he could move through the streets unseen, gaining a true sense of what the feeling was of the common people of Gotham. Heading out of the massive manor, the reclusive lord mounted Geist, giving a small nod to Alfred before making his way towards the heart of Gotham, ensuring to take a non-direct route so nobody would realize from where he was coming. As he entered the city Bruce couldn't help but feel a bit sad at how foreign it all felt to him. He never got to see Gotham through his own eyes, not truly. When he was within the heart of his city it was nearly always as the Black Bat. But that was who Gotham needed.

Dismounting his steed at a stable near the market, Lord Wayne made his way through the tumultuous crowds with ease, unhindered by the cramped conditions. Most of their talk was idle chatter something he had learned to tune out. Some spoke of the exploits of the Black Bat the night previous, how he had struck a blow against the Dons of the city. Still, there were frightened whispers and an air of disease that hung over the area, if only slightly.

For now however, Bruce pushed these concerns aside, he wasn't here to gain intelligence after all. It wasn't long before he reached the grassy knoll past the market, a favorite place of relaxation for Roxanne. Even with the many gardens and even private woods of the Wayne Estate, Roxanne still sought to escape it when she could. Perhaps it wasn't as much a home for her as it should be. Without a word the raven haired man sat beside his surrogate daughter, grabbing the apple out of her hand before laying back on the lush grass, staring into the blue sky above. "Hawk." He stated simply as he gazed at the clouds. Part of him couldn't help but feel this was a waste of time, yet there was a small part within him that seemed to relish in the moments respite.

sitanomoto

 

[sitanomoto]

A strong hand grabbed the lush fruit from her own, and Roxanne's surrogate father sat down in the grass beside her. She smiled and spotted the cloud formation that had prompted his comment. "Fish," She responded, gesturing to another.
Her smile dropped as her thoughts wandered back to the night before, but she managed to shake off her negative emotions. Bruce's presence usually made her feel safe, and she allowed herself to attempt to relax while he sat beside her. She didn't say anything else for a while, watching the clouds tumble end over end.
"I hope your arm isn't too bad," she said softly. She couldn't help but blame herself slightly for his injury. If she had just turned a split moment faster, she might have blocked the offending slash. "Did Alfred tell you where I was, or did you figure it out on your own?" This question was a bit more of a light-hearted jab at Bruce's own abilities. His powers of deduction and logic were unrivalled and nigh-on supernatural. It was sometimes fun to toss about the local rumor that he was bestowed with an uncanny second sight. The joke, however, was more for her own sake than for his.

 

[Scatterbrain]

Hal could hear Arisia behind him rear up and neigh loudly obviously startled by the woman's growing hysterics. Even though her body stood before him, by the way she was talking, Hal knew her mind was very much somewhere else. Something truly terrible must of happened to her. He looked up at the woman and could see the tears running down her face. In that moment, Hal knew she meant him no harm. She was simply nothing more than a frightened woman struggling to overcome her loss, so he did the only thing he felt he could. Dissipating his sword, he stood up, reached out and pulled the woman close, holding her in a comforting embrace.

Radio_Rat66.6

 

[Radio_Rat66.6]

Gia continued crying and screaming for Adam. She was too panicked to use her power and save them. "Adam!!" She screamed out, choking on a sob. The heart wrenching feeling of hearing Adam and their daughter fall silent. It was a mother's worst fear. Losing her beloved and child. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks.

She was pulled back to reality when she was pulled into someone's arms. It was so gentle and comforting. She grasped onto him, crying into his chest. "A-A-Adaammm...." She choked and stuttered over her husband's name, holding onto him tighter. Crying like this was very unbecoming of a woman, but she didn't care. She stopped caring a long time ago.

Scatterbrain

 

[Scatterbrain]

Hal held her in his arms as the woman proceeded to weep, not uttering a word. He had many questions for her but they could wait. She would tell him if and when she was ready. For now, his presence and companionship was simply enough.
Hal believed the woman when she told him that she had not seen a Red Knight. She had no reason to lie to him so his continued presence here was unwarranted. He would have to report his findings to Oa and Hal knew the Wizards would be displeased if he dallied here longer than he needed too. The mission and his duty to them should always come first; the Red Knights were an ever present and growing threat after all but he also had a duty to help those in need, whenever the situation arose and Hal was not comfortable with leaving the woman alone until he was completely satisfied she would be okay.

Radio_Rat66.6

 

[Radio_Rat66.6]

Gia felt safe in whoever's arms she was in. She hadn't felt human touch in years and she now realized just how much she needed it. She slowly stopped crying but she still held onto the man. She didn't want to leave his embrace but she had been holding onto him for quite a long time. "I am terribly sorry for that, Sir. Everyone leaves before they happen, leaving me cope with them alone." She reached up and wiped her cheeks with her palm. Her eyes were even redder than they had been before, puffier too. From that alone it was obvious how she had been crying. "I-...I have not seen a Red Knight here, Sir. Only children and men visit, but they run back rather quickly." She took a step back, realizing she hadn't quite let go of him. She muttered another sorry.
Scatterbrain

 

[Scatterbrain]

Hal held onto the woman until he was sure the episode had passed and after several moments she had calmed down considerably. He loosened his grip on her as she spoke allowing her to break off from him should she wish to. Hal listened intently to her and by the time she had finished she was no longer in his arms but she still held on to one of his hands. Hal smiled at the woman reassuringly before speaking. "Milady, thou dost not need to apologise to me for there is nothing to forgive. I intruded upon thine home, it is I who have wronged thee. My name is Sir Harold of Oa but you, milady, may call me Hal." He bowed his head and held his free hand to his heart. "I offer thee my sincerest apologies and pray that thou may forgive my transgressions."

Radio_Rat66.6

 

[Radio_Rat66.6]

Gia looked up at the man as she held onto his hand. It was warm and reminded her of- no. She won't ruin it again. She gave him a small smile and nodded her head. She was afraid to say her name. He may not have known who she was by looking at her, but once she said her name he would know. Everyone knew of her in some manner. She looked down for a moment then back up at Hal. "It is an honor to meet you, Sir Hal. I am-...am....I am Lady Gia Diyanis of Diyanis Manor." She didn't know how he would react to the confession of identity.
Scatterbrain

 

[Keidivh]

It was strange, simply laying back and enjoying the day with Roxanne like this. Had it truly been so long since he had taken a moment to breath, to not be the Black Bat? It likely wouldn't last long, but for now he enjoyed it. "A ship." He stated gently before closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the cool breeze kissing his face. Alfred as per usual was right, he needed to do this more often.

When Roxanne spoke again, it was to check on his arm. While she didn't say anything, Bruce could tell that she blamed herself in some small way for it. Roxanne was an excellent fighter, but she often blamed herself for any failure or misstep that occurred, which simply wasn't the case. He had been sloppy last night, let his guard down. A foolish mistake that wouldn't happen again. "This, please my child. It was merely a flesh wound." The lord said in a slightly jovial tone, making light of his injury. "It was nothing Alfred anda cup of his tea couldn't fix."

When she jested about his inhuman intuitive abilities, Bruce couldn't help but chuckle. Bruce didn't have any supernatural powers, but his powers of deduction near came to it. "Ha, what kind of question is that Roxanne. Surely you of all people know that I know all!" He exclaimed dramatically before laughing once more.

A comfortable silence fell between the two for a moment. As Bruce tried to think of what to say next, he was disappointed that almost all topics of conversation that he thought of concerned their vigilante escapades. Surely he could think of something more.. Parental to discuss. "So, Roxanne. Ehrm, any young gentleman that have caught your eye as of late?" Lord Wayne could feel himself cringe on the inside, feeling he was simply going to make things awkward. A master detective and crime fighter he was, a good parent though? That remained to be seen.

 

[AThirstyWaterBottle]

Conner looked like he hadn't seen a clear pool of water to bathe in for at least a solid day. But, in that day, it rained, he fell into a landslide, then got smacked by a dryad for insulting her. Yet his mood didn't lessen, in fact looking quite enamored with the dirt and leaves in his hair, sack held over his left shoulder, contents unknown. He had no idea what he'd put in it, but was hoping to ask decent people once he'd happened upon them again. The last village he'd been to was nice and quaint, but he couldn't help the restlessness of his feet and the way his heart told him the person he was looking for wasn't present.

So, he'd carried on before they could miss him much or retain proper features of his face. He insisted on avoiding main roads, as if the forest wasn't out to swallow any trespassers into it's midsts. So, to come out of the woods looking like he did almost implied he was in trouble, his jubilant demeanor implying he might have been a loon. The clouds could finally be seen above, thick and preparing for rain, yet not quite grayed yet. Just enough for the imagination. Conner marveled up at them, practically tripping over his own feet. He stumbled, barely catching himself, bag hitting the floor. He winced, hoping nothing had broke.

He scrambled to collect his things, glancing up and being overcome with delight. "A horse! Aw, ain't she a bute!" He gushed, gathering up his things to rush over and circle her. "You're just a fantastic thing, aren't you? Hail and well met gorgeous girl!" He praised her, turning to face the two people laying in a field, addressing them as if they were old friends. "What kind of horse is she? Is she a she? Aw, I hope she's a she!" He turned back to the horse, eyes sparkling as if he'd only seen them in picture books. "Can I pet her?" He requested, eyes trained on her. He looked like he was in love with the wonders of the world and the horse was all of them.

Keidivh sitanomoto

 

[KnightOfNight]

Out on the furthest reaches of what could reasonably be called the outskirts of Gotham, an eclectic collection of people entered a cave. The smoothness of the cave's floor hinted at how common of an occurrence this was despite the distance to the nearest road. Whoever these people were, they did not want stranger stumbling upon this meeting place. The twists and turns of the cave tunnels were overwhelming, but these people knew the path well, they had clearly come here many times before. After some distance, the tunnel opened into a room that resembled the interior of a small chapel. The rows of pews were carved from the same stone that made up the floor, walls, and ceiling and before them was a slightly raised area with a pulpit resting at the edge and a small throne-like chair against the back wall.

These people were not the first ones to arrive as many people already sat at the pews, and a man clutching a curious tome to his chest and wielding a strange golden staff sat on the throne. The man on the throne was known as Libra and called himself the prophet of The Great Darkness and preached the gospel of the Dark Faith which was also known as the Religion of Crime to some. As the new arrivals took their seats, Libra stood and approached the pulpit. He scanned the people there and presumably liking what he saw, he sat the tome on the pulpit and opened it's pages. The book was simply known as the Crime Bible, a near mythical book that most scholars of the era assumed to not exist, either because all copies were destroyed in the past or because it never existed to begin with. "Good morning, children of the Dark Faith." His voice was calm but powerful and carried even to the back corners of the room. "The times are changing. Soon, the first of the so-called 'defenders of justice' will fall. It has been brought to my attention that last night one of Falcone's men wounded The Black Bat." A murmur rose among the parishioners. "While I am gravely disappointed that one of our flock wasn't the one to spill his blood, it is still a memory to cherish. I have heard of rumors among the less... Devoted of believers that say The Black Bat is not man but demon, some horror not of this world, that he is immune to weapons crafted by the hands of men. With this news, such foolish ideas will cease and next time one of our flock encounters him they will not simply settle for The Black Bat's blood, but strive for his head so that we may offer it to The Great Darkness."

Again, the murmurs rose among those listening. Many of the people here had been wronged by The Black Bat, at least from their point of view, and bore grudges against the man and the thought of a mere Falcone wounding him was enough to fuel their dark fantasies of them being the one to slay the bat. Soon the murmurs rose to a roar before Libra demanded their attention once more. "But that is the future and we are still in the present. It is time for today's sermon." Libra waited for the members of the Dark Faith to settle down before speaking once more. "What is life? I'm sure everyone here has their own idea of what it is, but life is the act of balance. To live is to desire." Libra held his staff upright and placed a small weight on the scales causing it to unbalance itself. "When you desire, it unbalances your very soul." Libra then took a smaller weight and placed it opposite of the first weight, bringing the scales closer to each other but still not equal. "The people that look down on us and call us unfit for society refuse to truly feed their desires. They know what they want, but they give their soul something else, something inferior. The Black Bat is guilty of this, he seeks violence, pain, and bloodshed but refuses to truly give in. He acts to protect the very people he wishes to prey upon, and why? It is out of fear! Fear makes people deny their true self, fear makes people settle for what is given to them, fear makes people hate us because we refuse to live like them! Their souls are unbalanced and it drives them to this insanity." Libra removed the smaller weight and replaced it with one like the first weight and the scales finally balanced themselves. "We are truly human, we seek out our desires and because of this, our souls are balanced, our souls are perfect! We shall take this world from those that refuse to truly live!" The pews erupted into a roar once more, the faithful could hardly wait for the day Libra spoke of. A day when they could rule over the fearful masses, a day when they can live out every last desire, a day when they will not have to hide.

 

[sitanomoto]

"Oh, sure. Merely a flesh wound," Roxanne began, visibly relieved. "That bloody brute nearly took your arm off." She chuckled and shook her head, spotting the ship sailing above the clouds.
"Ha, what kind of question is that Roxanne. Surely you of all people know that I know all!"
The Grayson girl scoffed, her smile morphing into a half-smirk. "Good grief, Bruce, your ego is showing. You should put it away before someone gets hurt!"
"So, Roxanne. Ehrm, any young gentleman that have caught your eye as of late?"
Ah. There it was. The topic of conversation that Roxanne knew was the first father-talk subject to pop into Bruce's head. She decided to give the man a little grace, recognizing that he wasn't the best at being a parent, but he was trying, and that's what counted. She cleared her throat. "Not particularly, no--" she stopped, hearing a barrage of questions bombard her ears, and she turned to look at a young gentleman who was covered in twigs and mud and leaves. Roxanne bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling. "--Except for maybe that one..."
He seemed like he was fascinated by everything. "What do you think, Bruce?" She muttered. "Is he worthy of a hello?"
Keidivh AThirstyWaterBottle
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A gentle, slow clapping came from the back of the cave, emanating from A figure almost entirely hidden in shadow. "Bravo, bravo, wonderful speech..." the voice was smooth, buttery, but soft, and laced with sarcasm. "I was almost impressed with your dedication." The figure stepped forward, revealing the gaunt, thin frame of a man with oily black hair and sunken eyes. Deep shadows lay just below his bottom eyelids, and his teeth were pristine and white. He was wearing a dark brown tunic and a black cloak, and a pair of dark brown trousers. Dark leather gloves adorned his hands, and at his waist was a small vial glowing a pale and ghostly green. H"The keyword being almost." Jonathan Crane put his hands behind his back. "How, pray tell, do you plan on eliminating the Bat?" He shifted his weight to one foot and cocked his head. "Not that it isn't an admirable goal, but even the most heartfelt dreams and desires fade away to nothing without a good strategy." Crane lowered his voice dramatically. "The Bat is cunning. An intelligent, admirable foe, and you would be a fool to deny it. Whatever you plan, he will see it coming leagues away and foil it." He turned to look Libra dead in the eyes. "What makes you different from the rabble that patrol the streets now? What sets you apart from, say, the common street gang?"

KnightOfNight

 

[Scatterbrain]

Gia Diyanis!
The revelation came as quite the shock to Hal, she was supposed to be dead after all, her and her entire family but he attempted to mask it as best he could. He didn't want to upset Lady Gia any further now that he had just begun to gain her trust. However, everything started to make sense to Hal, he had heard the stories of what happened here so her initial reaction to his presence should of come as no surprise. Losing her family like that, he could hardly blame her for her actions. It was one of the few tragedies the Green Knights had failed to avert. Why the Wizards hadn't informed him of something as significant as this baffled Hal. Knowing the Wizards though, they most likely didn't think it pertinent to the mission. He would have to have a word with them when he returned.
A few things still troubled Hal however, if both her husband and daughter perished, how come she didn't? Was it due to the strange power of hers he had witnessed firsthand or simply sheer luck? (If one could truly call it that.) And how had she survived all alone for the last few years? As curious as Hal was he did not want to press either issues.
"The honour is all mine, milady." Hal tone's became solemn. "Please accept my condolences for thy loss. No one should have to experience something like that. As recompense for my actions today, if thou requires anything, please do not hesitate to ask it of me. I shall perform any task, no matter the burden."

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[Radio_Rat66.6]

Gia watched the shook form in the man's eyes. He knew. Of course he knew. There was hardly a person alive who didn't know of her. Her heart fell slightly. This would be her home forever; until the day she died for real. She smiled softly when she looked back up at him. "I will not burden you with any request, Sir. I release you to continue your quest. I thank you for speaking with me as many have not before. It has been a great while, kind Sir." She curtsied to him as she had been taught when she was little.
Scatterbrain

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The Red Vixen sat in the cave, listening to Libra speak. She had decided to listen to the man for once. He had some pretty interesting things to say. But closer to the end she was considering leaving. She leaned back in her seat and crossed her ankles, the metal plates clinking together. As it ended another man walked in, clapping slowly. She turned her head and found a scrawny man. She was a little scrawny herself, but not like this man. She looked him over as he spoke. He was right. She found herself turning to listen to this man instead. "Oi! Dead Man!" She stood up and looked at him. "I like the way you talk. But let me ask you your own question. What makes you any different from the common street gang?"
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[sitanomoto]

Jonathan Crane smirked and turned to the woman who was speaking. He took a sweeping bow and grabbed the vial at his belt, straightening up. "Well, for one, years of education and practice sets me apart from many, many crowds." He sloke with a hint of arrogance and superiority. "For another," he showed the glowing liquid inside of the corked container. "The common street gang has not spent their whole life creating what could only be considered by anyone as an alchemical masterpiece." He stared at it lovingly, as if it was his own flesh and blood. "This magnificent substance, once imbibed into the body by mouth, skin, or lungs, will plunge the subject into their truest, primal fear, just as mother nature intended." He tossed the vial in the air before catching it and placing it back at his hip, turning his gaze to Libra. "No man is above fear. It is the one thing that every human has in common with one another. We are all afraid of something." He turned back to look at the woman who had spoken to him before. "Does that answer your question, love?"
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