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[he_is_wild]

Who: The Joker Zulfiqar + Open
When: October 15th, post-siren
Where: Around!
Summary: The mysterious Zulfiqar makes his rounds to protect the city. He is also bird watching...
Warnings: Violence and language

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[isitablurred]

[OOC: Mind if I throw Clark at you here?]

[he_is_wild]

((nope!))

[isitablurred]

[ It's hard; somehow when he patrols, Clark keeps expecting to notice a dark figure on a rooftop, cape flickering, so that when he actually does it's all he can do to take a second look, to remind himself that Batman is dead.

This time he's caught out for maybe a whole second, but when he lands he already knows that this particular solitary figure is not the spectre he's looking for. ]

You're the new face from the network. I don't think I caught your name.

[ No cape of his own; a mourning habit. He'd given his to Batman after he'd found him without his own, and that was how he had been burned. ]

[he_is_wild]

[He tilts his head at Clark.]

Yes.

I am called Zulfiqar.

[isitablurred]

Zulfiqar.

[ It's a bit of a mouthful, but the farm boy from Krypton manages it somehow, stepping closer. ]

Nice to meet you.

[ Thoughtfully. ]

I assume your being out in the Darkness means you have a mind to fight it?

[he_is_wild]

I do what I must to keep people safe.

[isitablurred]

[ Clark nods, thoughtfully, and steps closer. Hesitates. ]

It's strange... No, nevermind.

[ And if he just looked? No. A man's identity is his right. ]

If you find yourself outmatched in the Darkness, and running away isn't an option, don't hesitate to call for backup. There's a monster for everyone out here.

[he_is_wild]

[Silence, then...]

A monster for everyone....

Is that a metaphor?

[isitablurred]

No, it isn't. There is a monster out here capable of killing any of us, no matter how good we may be. One of them made me ill once, and I've only been sick twice in the last twenty-two years.

The monsters here will kill you, eventually.