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Characters:mock_me_vermin, ornithophobia [closed for now]
Location: En route from the shops, via a bad alley.
Rating: It's fear gas.
Time: August 5th, late afternoon.
Description: After a horrible morning, a certain masked man of dubious sanity decides to wind down with some testing. Lucky patient number ten ends up being one of Death City's naive Demon Lords.
He'd never expected himself, of all people, to come to depend on his work as a form of escape -- but after the morning's events Jonathan Crane could honestly say that he was looking forward to something, anything to take his mind off his concerns. The matter of security and the growing number of people taking an active interest in him was more irksome than worrying, but the fact still remained that the chances of someone stumbling upon him like they did earlier were on the rise. More concerning was the matter of information leak as it pertained to his methods: people had already learned to cover their mouths, soon they would be wearing something to deflect intravenous injection.
The fact of the matter was that now, more than ever, it was important for him to distribute as much of his toxin as possible before outside forces made it impossible to do so. As for those outside forces, well-- that hurdle could be cleared later. What he had to focus on now was...
Well, finding someone that would be easy to scare.
Nowadays, anyone left outside in the narrow, unpopulated side-roads by themselves were either extremely brave, or extremely naive. The Scarecrow was counting on the latter.
Location: En route from the shops, via a bad alley.
Rating: It's fear gas.
Time: August 5th, late afternoon.
Description: After a horrible morning, a certain masked man of dubious sanity decides to wind down with some testing. Lucky patient number ten ends up being one of Death City's naive Demon Lords.
He'd never expected himself, of all people, to come to depend on his work as a form of escape -- but after the morning's events Jonathan Crane could honestly say that he was looking forward to something, anything to take his mind off his concerns. The matter of security and the growing number of people taking an active interest in him was more irksome than worrying, but the fact still remained that the chances of someone stumbling upon him like they did earlier were on the rise. More concerning was the matter of information leak as it pertained to his methods: people had already learned to cover their mouths, soon they would be wearing something to deflect intravenous injection.
The fact of the matter was that now, more than ever, it was important for him to distribute as much of his toxin as possible before outside forces made it impossible to do so. As for those outside forces, well-- that hurdle could be cleared later. What he had to focus on now was...
Well, finding someone that would be easy to scare.
Nowadays, anyone left outside in the narrow, unpopulated side-roads by themselves were either extremely brave, or extremely naive. The Scarecrow was counting on the latter.