Characters: Harley Quinn, anyone else that wants to jump in. Let's try to keep it one big thread for continuity's sake.
Where: Around the re-phased area of the complex (manhattan?!) TV station
When: One bright, June morning. TGIF
Summary: Harley doesn't hold a grudge, the Joker is forgiven for leaving her in that crazy place and to prove it shes
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It was.
There was a huge panel with a woman's face on it. Now where others were crying out about her bizarre face make-up, Ashitaka was calm and collect.He had seen women with faces of white rather frequently in his home world. What he didn't connect with was her rather insane context and then the four people bound and gagged. He looked shocked and appalled when she withdrew what looked like some weapon.
"Where is that!?"
"The TV station's been hijacked by some maniac!!" some hysterical man screamed behind him. Ashitaka turned to him, seeing people in fear and alarm, other not paying attention, some looking on in amusement, even pleasure. While taking note that this was, in fact, the oddest place he had ever been, he asked politely where this place was. [Asking what it was seemed too troublesome to these people right now] After some struggling and harsh tones from either end, he finally got an answer and was rising up to mount Yakul's back, lifting himself by the horn.
((OOC: YAY! HARLEEEYY!!!!!))
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Got it.
Now he observed the scene before him. Several hostages and a mad woman. He had only two choices before him. Presume that the woman had no ulterior motive and seek her out to foil her sick and twisted plot, or find out what kind of game she was playing. Something also clicked, a moment ago when he flew over. He looked down at the boy below and sought out eye contact. Was he attempting to engage this situation as well? Brainy could use that.
He flew down to meet him. "Are you going to engage this situation? Otherwise I may ask you to return to the complex and retrieve more suitable assistance." His tone suggested his flexibility in the matter, even if Ashi was beyond primitive, by his garbs Brainy would guess another 1000 years in the past. Regardless, he was possibly very skilled and very useful. Not that he couldn't take care of the situation himself. He felt working as a unit was much more efficient.
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Harley bounced away from the camera to stand behind the first of the hostages. She smiled and rested her chin on top of the young woman's head, wrapping her arms around her like they were BFFs despite the power drill still in her hand. She looked about mid-twenties, brunette, assistant to some bigshot at the station. Only a little older than Harley.
"Doesn't she have such pretty eyes? I bet Mistah J would love 'em. I really hope he's watching because if he isn't... you, Dollface, will just be a waste of good meat."
The young woman shook and tried to plead for her life despite the tape over her mouth. She fought against the ropes that held her to the chair but to no avail. Harley circled around her, sitting on the lap of a larger man tied up beside the woman, and gently carressed her captive's face with the spiraled end of the drill before violently jamming it into her left eye socket and letting it spin at full speed.
The woman screamed through the tape and Harley ripped it off so her voice could ring out over the airwaves. Harley was laughing maniacally as the eye turned to mush and blood splattered everywhere. This was only the beginning.
((ooc: OMFG ASHITAKA -licks the poster of him on her ceiling ... which is difficult to do.-))
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It was then that the screams were heard. A ripping sound as the silver band was torn from her mouth. Ashitaka watched in horror as the odd looking weapon was jammed into the woman's eye, apparently it was a auger of some kind. It spun and sent her eye-matter flying in all directions. Her screams were piercing and perhaps ones that might stick with the prince for a while. He hated the sight but he couldn't look away... at first.
"Let's go, Yakul!" He tugged on Yakul's reigns and started off. "Tell me where!!" he yelled to the green man.
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It had been a day or so since Crane's encounter with Nightwing, and he had been spending as little time in the base as he could- now that he had taken action against one of the 'good guys', he had decided it was best to stay low, to avoid contact with those who knew him as much as possible.
He just wanted a little peace. Was that too much to ask?
Apparantly, it was. That voice, her voice was back again, only much worse than before, since the maniacal (and oh-so-shrieky) giggles were now being broadcast in the open air at a painfully amplified volume. Crane stopped walking across the square and, annoyed, began seeking out the source of the noise. It didn't take him long at all.
There she was- Harley Quinn- on a giant screen, jamming a powerdrill into a woman's eye.
"You have got to be kidding me."
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Feigning to be just like everyone else around he reacted in surprise and fright etched onto his features, outlined in a distinct amount of disgust. On the inside he felt like sighing; as Bruce Wayne he was pretty useless to this situation.
Batman didn't like the daylight. But desperate times called for desperate measures. The worst part of all was that he'd have to go all the way back "home" and back here again just to get him. The only thing that kept Wayne from cursing such luck was the fact that he'd been playing around with various...things...lately, so he knew exactly how he'd go about this. Walk? Ride? Nah, I'll just teleport today, thanks Maw. So after backing himself discreetly out of the crowds he headed for the nearest teleportation pad.
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They enter, some wearing cheap clown masks, some with nylons pulled over their heads, others just wearing their usual ugly mugs. The men are, of course, armed and they continue to infest the place, prowling around off screen to take captive any studio management (that are still living). None of the personnel are killed but they are held at gun point to keep the cameras rolling.
The henchmen are not accompanied by their boss, but he will be making his presence known shortly.
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The girl was still screaming though they were turning into sobs as the pain subsided. The man kept his eyes locked on Harley's. He was trying to plead with those eyes alone. She ripped off the tape on his mouth and wiped the drill bit off on his shirt.
"Please, don't do this. You must be a sensible young woman, you don't have to do this!" He said in a calm voice, though she could see the fear in his eyes. Harley shoved the drill in his right ear and faced the two other people tied to the left of him. Her smile didn't waver as she squeezed the trigger and pushed in hard. He screamed even louder than the woman as the drill entered through his ear canal, past his skull and into his brain.
It felt all squishy and nice.
"Awh, there's only two left. It's going to be over way too soon, don't you think?" She asked the man as she continued to fuck his skull with a drill.
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As much as he might hate to admit it to himself (and he would never admit it to her), this was... fascinating. The blatant terror in the captives eyes, the swell of fear and panic in the crowd around him as the events on the screen unfolded- well, in a word, it was irresistable.
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Knowing full well that he could not very well go in and leave the elk in the hands of these people, he needed to make a split second choice concerning their next move. Not wanting to spook the animal, but not wanting to be too late, he transformed into his Coluan battle mode, growing easily twice the size as he had been before, with an even more robotic visage and gently picked up first the boy from the saddle in one arm, then the elk in the other. From there, he rose from the ground and headed skyward to the studio's roof.
It was only a moment later that he touched down, letting the boy down first and holding the animal to attempt to still him. "Please, calm him quickly. If you have a stay command I would use it."
[OOC: Sorry Poshy, we got alot of ground to cover. Please lead the way into the next scene.]
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Their feet met ground and Yakul was writhing and bucking to get away form the suddenly monstrous green man. He went to the elk without the command of the other, rubbing the area of fur between Yakul's eyes. "It's alright, we're down now." the elk took some convincing but simple repetition soothed him an a few seconds. He looked to the green one at his second statement. "Yakul I need you to wait for me." he said it firmly and was already off, finding the door that led downstairs into the complex where these people were being held. Where that madwoman was.
There were a great many people around the place, masked people with the oddest of faces. Like more Kabuki faces... Ashitaka had his sword at his side but was lending himself more to brute strength and knowledge of pressure points to get him and the green one following him, to the source of the crime.
"What are they?" he asked to no one in particular as he struck an armed man in the collarbone, hearing and feeling it crack under his hand. The man cried out as he fell, his weapon clattered to the floor and slid away, out of sight or reach. There were plenty more to take his place and all the while Ashitaka could hear shouts and a feminine giggle. Growling he moved faster.
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Brainy spotted Ashitaka, and then to his right, behind him, another one of the armed henchmen. He extended his right arm and grabbed him by the scruff of the shirt, slamming him down into the ground. His body reached his arm, and he reached for both weapons, crushing them. "Criminals." he paused, considering them, and dropping the scrapped guns. "Clown themed criminals." Where had he heard of that motif before?
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He didn't stop there. His combat was brutally efficient, and just plain brutal. It was obviously the wrong time of day to mess with the Bat. He didn't kill though, of course. He swept away weapons, dodged bullets, and generally just did as much nonlethal damage around him as humanly possible. He was doing a fairly good job when the other two arrived on his floor. Without breaking stride he simply took them for advantage.
"...The instigator of all this mess is one floor below if my calculations are correct. As you don't look like the rest of this rabble, I'm assuming you're here to help. Fine. There's plenty to go around. Now start making a path for the next floor and head for the middle broadcasting room. The main target's there and once we take her out..." He didn't sound too pleased to be working with anyone, but he wasn't without reason. And his commands were simple enough to follow, right?
((Please to just be pretending that they made their way down a couple of floors onto Bats while fighting the entire time. And now we have a little Justice League of our own. /shot))
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"Right." he didn't take time to get into the man's tone or motives. He was already off, taking down people as he went. Asitaka was both fast and efficient though had his curse still been with him... he may have been even better. The men were getting voracious and heavier in numbers as they approached the central floor containing their 'hostess' as she called herself outside. His eyebrows furrowed and he grit his teeth. One man down,, then another... and another. He would soon have to implement his sword... no, nevermind just get it out now.
Ashitaka was less concerned about the lives of the 'clowns' and more concerned about getting to those screaming hostages on time. He could hear more yelling and drillwork and giggling coming from outside, the speakers and large screen nearby. He made it to the next stairwell easily enough, just in time to meet the next batch of re-enforcements. About five men waiting for them to come down. They met him with masks, he met them with the sword.
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In the behind-the-scenes hub of the studio, the phones light up. Caller on line three! A masked minion the size of a wild rhino nudges his hostage with the end of his micro uzi and growls an order to air this call. It's done and a new voice drips from the speakers, filling the airways. The frightened staff might breathe in relieve knowing that someone from the outside world is making contact and addressing the crazed woman with the drill, until they hear what their caller has to say...
"Well, well, Harley. Don't you just look scrumptious." The voice is weird and much too calm. Much too playful. "I happened to catch your little after-school-special and thought it'd be fun if we played a little game. What do you say?"
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"I'm all for it, Puddin'! How do we play?" She stepped back a bit but still took up the entire frame. Her cleavage was very prominent in the shot... that's how she liked it.
"Your boys are whispering about some studio guests. Are they going to play too?" She had no idea who the guests were but she was aware of them and knew that they were coming to crash her party. If she had known how adorable they'd be and that one of them was the famous Batman, she would have made snacks!
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