and now the bitter chill of winter
Who: Ra's al Ghul (dragonvariation) and Deathstroke (terminates)
When: January 3rd, an hour before dawn
Where: A rooftop in sector 2
Summary: Ra's has bought a beautiful new sword, but it needs breaking in.
Warnings: Blood, violence, gore. You don't fight with swords without getting cut. Any idiot knows that.
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Ra's was cautious even here, and though he felt confident that this Deathstroke character was one of those rogue agents who bore no alleigances, he was not about to take any chances. He set up a location, scouted it from every other vantage point, then set himself to quiet patience in a vantage point that overlooked them all. From there he activated his NV, left alone on the rooftop out of sight and locked to him alone even if it were to be found, to trigger the location to be sent to his conversation partner, coded and encrypted.
In the snow on the rooftop - two inches of it that had fallen during the day but would be gone tomorrow - Ra's had left a message. The word 'WAIT', but with no snow disturbed around it, as though whoever had written it had been walking above it, or perhaps even flying. That was in fact a trick, but Ra's was used to snow. He was good with snow.
And indeed wait was what he did. He waited, perched against the iron frame of a water tower on a nearby rooftop, a black shape amongst black shapes on a night where thickening black clouds obscured what there was of the moon.
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When: January 3rd, an hour before dawn
Where: A rooftop in sector 2
Summary: Ra's has bought a beautiful new sword, but it needs breaking in.
Warnings: Blood, violence, gore. You don't fight with swords without getting cut. Any idiot knows that.
[
Ra's was cautious even here, and though he felt confident that this Deathstroke character was one of those rogue agents who bore no alleigances, he was not about to take any chances. He set up a location, scouted it from every other vantage point, then set himself to quiet patience in a vantage point that overlooked them all. From there he activated his NV, left alone on the rooftop out of sight and locked to him alone even if it were to be found, to trigger the location to be sent to his conversation partner, coded and encrypted.
In the snow on the rooftop - two inches of it that had fallen during the day but would be gone tomorrow - Ra's had left a message. The word 'WAIT', but with no snow disturbed around it, as though whoever had written it had been walking above it, or perhaps even flying. That was in fact a trick, but Ra's was used to snow. He was good with snow.
And indeed wait was what he did. He waited, perched against the iron frame of a water tower on a nearby rooftop, a black shape amongst black shapes on a night where thickening black clouds obscured what there was of the moon.
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