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At least it's not a throne of skulls [Incomplete]

Feb 13, 2009 21:24

WHO: Robin III, Moon... Knight?!
WHERE: Warehouse in MK's territory.
WHEN: Feb 12.
WARNINGS: Violence and gore.
SUMMARY: Tim got a message on the comm to come check out a warehouse as a temporary place to live after the meteor shower busted MK's place of residence. MK is supposed to meet him there IT'S A KHONSHU GET IN THE CAR oh you've been shot.
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cassandra cain | black bat, *complete, † marc spector | moon knight, tim drake | robin iii

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kingofrejects February 13 2009, 23:35:19 UTC

Or maybe it was someone far worse than Moon Knight - the one that he prayed to for blessing, for honor. The one who demanded blood from him, and had been frustrated at every turn by his reluctance. The god, who was now taking measures into his own hands.

Dressed in the replica costume made by Alphonse Elric, Khonshu - masquerading in the dead form of Raoul Bushman, Marc's arch-nemesis - held a sniper rifle in his cold hands, aiming it with precise muscle movements. No heartbeat meant that there was no twitch in his aim, but he was starting to smell a bit - his material form was not holding up so well, being dead flesh and all. Still, in this situation it worked to his advantage.

A shot rang out from the rafters, as the syringe dart from Khonshu's rifle went for Robin's shoulder. He didn't want the boy to escape - not yet. They had a lot of catching up to do.

123youreit February 13 2009, 23:56:13 UTC

Tim started moving as soon as he heard the shot, but not fast enough - the dart lodged in the edge of his shoulder. A little faster and it would have missed completely, but he'd been too focused on the bodies and fighting down the prickling cold feeling in his stomach. He could tell that it wasn't a bullet that had hit him from the feel of the impact, the sting of the needle that managed to penetrate his costume where a bullet would have had its impact dulled and its path stopped or at least reduced - from a sniper rifle, probably the latter - but even so, it was still bad news. He had no way of knowing what the syringe had held, though most people went for tranquilisers, and in that case he didn't have long to get out of there ( ... )

kingofrejects February 14 2009, 00:56:39 UTC

As Tim collapsed to the ground, he would hear faint, spooky laughter coming from the rafters, where the shot came. Definitely not Marc's voice, but if Tim could turn his head, he'd see a familiar white shape jumping down to his level, and making its way to him. "So we finally get a chance to talk to each other!" he said in a cheery tone that belied its dark, menacing voice. "You know, I didn't think much of you at first. But you're quite capable - for a sixteen year old, that is. Got a head for the game."

He dropped the sniper rifle as he continued moving forward, laconic in his movements, happy to take his time. "Oh, and by the way, kid... don't bother trying to move around. The stuff I injected you with? Biiiiig dose of heroin. Though I gotta admit that I didn't expect it to go through you that fast... must have a low tolerance for that kind of stuff, huh?" As he spoke, he finally reached Robin, grabbing him by the front of his costume and hoisting him up, his long dark fingernails tearing into the boy's costume. The eyes of ( ... )

123youreit February 14 2009, 01:15:23 UTC

When he heard the laughter, he did manage to turn his head to watch the white-cloaked figure come closer. He narrowed his eyes and tried to move, but could barely crawl in one direction thanks to his unco-operative body. He tried to remember what the effects of heroin were, not to mention what kind of crap it could be cut with, but his head was feeling fuzzy and thoughts were refusing to come clearly. He had to concentrate on what was being said - he could work out details later, as long as he could remember this ( ... )

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