Dance With the Devil in the Bright Moonlight
Who: Damien and Lucifer
What: Devil, Meet Devil Child
When: Late Thursday Night, Almost Morning
Where: The hangar by the airstrip
Rating: PG/ 13 Depending
Status: Open, Complete
The last thing Damien felt like dealing with was some crazy wandering into town claiming to be Satan, but if the White Knight had taught him anything, it was that the religious freaks were the worst. Memories of that impossibly white light, of the "angels" falling on Gotham were enough to prompt him to deal with things swiftly.
Pulling on heavy green boots, making sure his mask was on and the optic filters working properly, Damien slipped out of the cabin through a side door, but not before rummaging in a shed for a replacement for his knife--grinning when he found what he was looking for, Damien slipped the crowbar under his arm and dashed off towards town. For expediency's sake, he used his grapple line and swung down main instead of running, crossing whole blocks in minutes until finally, the wide open expanse of the air strip came into view.
"Optic filter, night vision spec up 150%." He practically whispered, pressing a button on the side of his mask that cast the word in a bright green glow. There was someone waiting by the hangar already. Cursing softly, Damien chose his approach, circling all the way around the hangar from the south before revealing himself to the figure waiting in the gloom.
"So, Satan huh? That's great, tell me another one." He sneered at the man, doing his best to size him up--he certainly didn't look impressive, but that was no gauge.
What: Devil, Meet Devil Child
When: Late Thursday Night, Almost Morning
Where: The hangar by the airstrip
Rating: PG/ 13 Depending
Status: Open, Complete
The last thing Damien felt like dealing with was some crazy wandering into town claiming to be Satan, but if the White Knight had taught him anything, it was that the religious freaks were the worst. Memories of that impossibly white light, of the "angels" falling on Gotham were enough to prompt him to deal with things swiftly.
Pulling on heavy green boots, making sure his mask was on and the optic filters working properly, Damien slipped out of the cabin through a side door, but not before rummaging in a shed for a replacement for his knife--grinning when he found what he was looking for, Damien slipped the crowbar under his arm and dashed off towards town. For expediency's sake, he used his grapple line and swung down main instead of running, crossing whole blocks in minutes until finally, the wide open expanse of the air strip came into view.
"Optic filter, night vision spec up 150%." He practically whispered, pressing a button on the side of his mask that cast the word in a bright green glow. There was someone waiting by the hangar already. Cursing softly, Damien chose his approach, circling all the way around the hangar from the south before revealing himself to the figure waiting in the gloom.
"So, Satan huh? That's great, tell me another one." He sneered at the man, doing his best to size him up--he certainly didn't look impressive, but that was no gauge.