[Thread: Open] No hard feelings
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 ( Read more... )
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 ( Read more... )
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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For the record, he and Harley aren't in cahoots. It just happens that his plans for the afternoon coincide so well with her shenanigans, he couldn't resist sending out his goons and calling in. When the other "contestants" arrive, he'll lay down the game rules.
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"Suggestion: Free the hostages while I provide a distraction."
Not giving him much of a choice, he fired upon the floor, creating a small shortcut to the studio below. He jumped through it towards the studio, aiming another blast for one of the cameras, this time a small burst, as not to harm the operating civilian. From there, his firearm transformed back into an...arm and extended to duke out one of the armed guards, then his other arm to the one on his opposite.
It was then that he started his approach to Harley. "It is highly advisable that you cease your transgression and put the drill down."
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He axe kicked a criminal attempting to get up as one last measure on this floor, and then leapt into the rabbit hole after the green guy. He quickly took in his new surroundings with a devious swirl that made his cape fly out menacingly; a tactic based sheerly on deception as the fluttering movement caught the eye and either distracted aim or actually frightened with the black, dark appearance of a demon. Either way it kept others at bay while he preformed the "useless" act.
The dark figure was instantly running towards what few hostages left alive were remaining to free them, downing criminals as he went. It wasn't so much as he was following the suggestion, as the suggestion coincided perfectly with his own preferred tactic. Free the innocents, then go after the bad guy. It worked for him.
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His arms went through many bones and sets of tissue. Screams and words of disgust and defeat were heard all around. Some were quicker than he was and he spent some time facing off with three or so in the hallway past the stairs, not far from the hole Brainiac 'built' in the ceiling. There was nothing to reason against them with so he simply took them out, peacefully as he could, no unnecessary death if he could spare it.
He was romping along, making way to the commotion of the screaming and the mechanical noise. The the booming voice of... what was that?
"It is highly advisable that you cease your transgression and put the drill down."
He ran in the room. The black man and the green man were there already. Ashitaka was huffing, catching his breath. The small woman with the...'drill', was it? was standing away from her victims, all of which looked horribly spliced and mutilated. He shuddered and his eyes glinted in anger and slight fear. What kind of person could... He looked to the others and waited for their confirmation with him for them all to move in.
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"What do we have here? A kid made of snot, a confused asian, and a rodent of unusual size. I'm completely outnumbered, if I put the drill down, how am I supposed to defend myself?" she asked as she threw the drill to the ground and picked up the croquet mallet that had been resting against the back of the first hostage's chair.
"There, drill is down." She smiled as she swung the mallet in a circle beside her and did a back flip away from the hostages, but still in the camera's view, "Mistah j has a proposition for you party crashers anyway. We're going to play a little game. Hear that, Batsy? You love the Joker's games, don't you?"
And so the spotlight was taken off of Harley, thank goodness, and placed on the disembody voice of the Joker booming throughout the studio.
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There's a brief lapse in visual feed as the first camera is destroyed but the picture soon flickers back to life, this time with a new angle, obviously a different camera. And what. a. picture. There has never been and never will be such a perfect group of contestants. It warrants a short outburst of giggles from the other side of the line.
"Ladies and gentlemen, entertainment at it's finest!" The goons in the studio react with a brief round of clamorous excitement while the captive staff members look on in horrified confusion, desperately waiting for this nightmare to end. Beyond the studio walls, growing throngs of people have stopped in the streets to watch, unable to decide whether any of this is real or if it's just an edgy, new form of entertainment. One thing's for sure, the network's ratings have never been so high!
The Joker continues, each word carefully enunciated as if they're being taken straight from a cue card (which they probably are); "Now that our -special guests- are here, we can start the game. You fellas will want to pay attention to this part if you don't want any more people to die." He allows a split second for that to resonate with everyone.
"So," moving on, "let's get down to brass tacks: I have five banks in Manhattan rigged to blow. But don't worry, I'm gonna tell you which ones in a moment. Oh, and before you decide you don't want to play, you'll want to know about the penalty for stepping out of the game. For each contestant who drops, I -remove- a category. We wouldn't want something blown up un-necessarily, would we? Let's have some participation, folks!"
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The Princess had been wandering around, getting used to the new surroundings. Apparently Helena had a problem staying in one place and now they were somewhere else entirely. It was as much as she could guess from the lack of decaying buildings and the over abundance of mindless people, some coming and going, some as if they were not really there at all.
It was on one of her walks that she stopped in front of a trashy tv store and watched as some twit shoved a drill in a man's skull. She kept talking to the camera as if she was trying to get someone's attention. And just as conveniently to her as it was to the mystery clown The Joker came on the air. Though it was his voice and though she called the voice "Mistah J" The Princess knew that voice almost better than her own. It was just the man she was hoping to find.
So she walked around asking where she could find the building. So many screaming idiots... oh well. She did manage to find her way, however, and coming upon the building she saw a shattered window. She was getting ready to climb in when another thought occurred to her. She instead continued to walk past the building and walked on a ways to the end of the street where yet another trashy tv store awaited her. She watched and listened in anticipation.
The Joker was not in the building, she knew this, otherwise he would be on camera. He was never really one to hide his face from the limelight. So she listened with her back against the wall and kept an eye on the surrounding buildings from one end of the street to the other waiting to see if he would show up or not. Or if the female clown would come outside. Something about her squeaky voice made The Princess want to drown her.
And, as an afterthought, the Princess also scanned the street to make sure she wasn't near any banks... it would be a damn tragedy if she up and died out of a curiousity that had her standing too close to one... It was then that the camera flickered for a second and there was his voice. The Joker loud and clear, more hostages on camera.
"Now, that is more like it."
The Princess began to walk back to the building, though not slowly. She was walking quickly and with a purpose. She pushed people out of her way as the crowds in the street were growing larger. She shoved her way to the broken window and climbed in. She followed a trail of broken glass, random desks toppled over, papers strewn across the floor, etc until she reached a small room. She opened the door. There before her was a glass pane separating her from a large group of people. There was a man with headphones around his neck huddled in a corner under the counter tucked into a tight ball. She ignored him. She sat in the chair, just a window away from all that chaos and watched in anticipation.
A giggle did escape her lips. And no, she wasn't being inconspicuous at all. She wanted to be seen. Even though she did not know a single person in the room.
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