Leaves@Doc Doctor In regards to my first Constantine post, I wasn't sure if you actually had a nuke (I would lean towards no, but I've no idea your intentions) or not, but my post works out either way. If there wasn't one, he just pulled out the distraction, end of story. If it was, he's a sorcerer and turned it into a teddy bear and passed it off as a practical joke.
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Nightwing maintained his stance, but the assassins did not attack. There was a brief pause first, then a new arrival broke the tension. The elevator doors opened up, revealing exactly the person he had come here to see. Upon her word, all the assassins stood down. Such was the power carried in the words of the Daughter of the Demon. Feeling the sense of danger pass, Nightwing also put away his escrima and took a more relaxed stance, but he did not completely drop his guard.
"When I asked to be taken to their leader, I never expected you'd come meet me. I hope you're doing well, Talia." From anyone else, his words might have come across as sarcastic and snarky. From Dick Grayson, it was clear he was being sincere.
As soon as Talia began moving toward the elevator, he followed suit without pause. Once they were on their way and out of earshot of the assassins, he began speaking. "Seeing as how you're not trying to have me killed right now, I guess that means you're not responsible." There was no need to elaborate, that would only insult Talia's intelligence. There was no doubt she knew exactly to what he referred.
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Bloody city full of tossers and bollocks. Bloody in both ways, thinking on it. Not many places could match Gotham for murders per capita, assaults, petty crimes, so on and so forth. Still, beat a lot of places he'd been before, not that Hell provided a very high bar for quality of life and hospitality.
John Constantine stood beneath the front of city hall, just beneath the large sign emblazoned with No Smoking, lighting up one of his favorite Silk Cut cigarettes and taking a long drag. Nearby a police officer shot him a dirty look, one that Constantine repaid in kind. When the officer pointed directly at John's cigarette hand, he simply mouthed back, "Oh, this?" before putting it out on the wall of the building itself, shooting the officer a smirk as he did so.
The police man gave a sigh, then took a couple steps toward Constantine, no doubt to give him one of those famous Gotham PD beatdowns he'd heard so much about. Once they were a few feet away from one another, the policeman began with, "You see here, punk-"
"Before we get into a row, we really ought to work out a safe word, ya think mate? I'm thinkin' 'cabbage." Before the officer could react, most likely to either cuff the mouthy Englishman or simply sock him one in the jaw, a voice cried out, "THEYAH'S A TAHM BAHMB INNIS BAAA~AAAG!! TACTICAL NUKE, SET TAH GO OFF IN FAHVV MINNUTS, SMOKE EVERAHTHIN' FAH MILES!!" The officer gave pause, looked around, then suddenly bolted from the scene. Not too much longer and there was a whole stampede of people charging away in a fit and tizzy.
"What's with these blokes?" Constantine asked aloud to nobody in particular. Rather than stampede away like the local Gothamites, he calmly walked in the direction of a dufflebag that had been set nearby. Luckily not many people were in a hurry to get in his way. Funny thing. Most people tended to run away from a crisis. Somehow John always gravitated towards them. Funny thing, eh?
Upon reaching the bag, he leaned down, popped another cigarettes into his mouth, opened the zipper, lit that tasty cancer stick, and examined the contents. Constantine chuckled to himself, then went to work on the thing, maneuvering his hands about the bag for a few moments before emptying it. What did he pull out for all the world to see? "False alarm, mates. Just a teddy bear, ya nervous wanks." He tossed the stuffed bear aside with a grin. This would certainly be embarrassing for someone now wouldn't it? Still, it was only a distraction from what he really came here for.
Constantine sighed, blowing a long string of smoke from his mouth as he reminded himself just why he had come to Gotham City. A cult of demon worshippers had setup shop here. They'd left a trail of sacrifices and bodies around the world, leading John Constantine right to Gotham City. If his theories turned out to be true, then they couldn't be allowed to complete the ritual of... Some such blood sucking skorge of nonsense, really all those nutters came off the same. Point was, bad things would happen and he aimed to ensure bad things happened to the right people.
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Upon hearing back from his lackeys, the first thing Bodaan does is to order Carth to seek invitation for him. Receiving an invitation to the ball would be better than sneaking or breaking in for one of the targets, and a high profile celebrity like himself shouldn't have too much difficulty in securing an invite, last minute or not. "And if you receive any trouble in getting me an official invitation, tell them that I plan on donating the winnings of my next race to... Whatever this society event is about." He switched off the comlink and proceeded into the law enforcement office with Luke. Bodaan had zero intention of keeping that promise, but hopefully it wouldn't come to that anyway.
He and Luke approached the nearest officer, and the hunter addressed them by showing his bounty hunter's license. "The Imperials have some high profile targets that are hiding out somewhere in Coronet. If I do not capture them quickly, the Empire will flood your streets with stormtroopers and instill martial law, disrupting the peace and making you all look incompetent in the process. Let's avoid that. I'll need access to all information you have available on these individuals."
He and Luke approached the nearest officer, and the hunter addressed them by showing his bounty hunter's license. "The Imperials have some high profile targets that are hiding out somewhere in Coronet. If I do not capture them quickly, the Empire will flood your streets with stormtroopers and instill martial law, disrupting the peace and making you all look incompetent in the process. Let's avoid that. I'll need access to all information you have available on these individuals."
"Agh!" Akoni fell to one knee as he peered into the deeper layers of the being that stood before them. He was not expecting to be completely successful in learning the creature's name, but he had at least expected to maintain his composure when he failed. Had his powers really waned that much? He internally cursed his lack of discipline, but then remembered that he was supposed to be retired. That he was still skilled at all was surprising enough.
The mage rose to his feet once more, listening to the words coming from Sevrin's lips, but spoken by something else. His attempts had not been completely in vain. They had assumed that whatever this thing was, it was a demon. Now he knew that that was not entirely the case. Which only served to make the entire situation all the more terrifying, though he fought to keep a straight face. "I do know exorcism," he answered Mary, "But have not had need of it for more than two decades. To say that I am out of practice would be an understatement. It involves a battle of mind and spirit, one that I know I would not succeed at this time."
He eyed the possessed-Sevrin with the look of a strategist, searching over their enemy for any sign of weakness, any opening. For the time being, he was relaxed. That meant one of two things. Either this creature was overconfident to the point of leaving itself open... Or it was already prepared to take them all on at once. Though after his illumination spell failed to light up the darkness, Akoni felt the latter to be the truth. Regardless, if they were to strike, now would be the most opportune time.
"Sevrin..." he sighed, maintaining eye contact with the meat suit, clearly speaking to the host rather than that parasite. "If we end up killing you, know that it's not without remorse. But as for you, corrupted one, no tears will be shed!" At that moment Akoni thrust his open and outstretched hand forward. In the same instant two gates formed themselves, one directly in front of the mage, and the second to the side of Sevrin. Akoni's goal was simple, but critical to not just their victory, but overall survival. He had to disarm and steal the Yamato.
The mage rose to his feet once more, listening to the words coming from Sevrin's lips, but spoken by something else. His attempts had not been completely in vain. They had assumed that whatever this thing was, it was a demon. Now he knew that that was not entirely the case. Which only served to make the entire situation all the more terrifying, though he fought to keep a straight face. "I do know exorcism," he answered Mary, "But have not had need of it for more than two decades. To say that I am out of practice would be an understatement. It involves a battle of mind and spirit, one that I know I would not succeed at this time."
He eyed the possessed-Sevrin with the look of a strategist, searching over their enemy for any sign of weakness, any opening. For the time being, he was relaxed. That meant one of two things. Either this creature was overconfident to the point of leaving itself open... Or it was already prepared to take them all on at once. Though after his illumination spell failed to light up the darkness, Akoni felt the latter to be the truth. Regardless, if they were to strike, now would be the most opportune time.
"Sevrin..." he sighed, maintaining eye contact with the meat suit, clearly speaking to the host rather than that parasite. "If we end up killing you, know that it's not without remorse. But as for you, corrupted one, no tears will be shed!" At that moment Akoni thrust his open and outstretched hand forward. In the same instant two gates formed themselves, one directly in front of the mage, and the second to the side of Sevrin. Akoni's goal was simple, but critical to not just their victory, but overall survival. He had to disarm and steal the Yamato.
Looks good. Go ahead and slap him in the character section. I can't wait for this tactical genius to meet the unpredictable Crocus.
Going to try to get a post up by the end of tonight. For both characters.
Going to try to get a post up by the end of tonight.
Go for it! If you want it can even be justified by Crocus imbuing them to give them a chance to stand up against their peers.
They can be simple, complex, whatever. I'll still require a measure of quality on the CS, but it doesn't need to be super in depth. I mean, I didn't even include a history/biography section on that sheet. :P
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