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When; Thursday 20 August
Rating; R for swearing
Characters; Eddie Blake [lastpunchline] and Mindy Macready [neverplays]
Summary; Eddie just went out for a drink. Little did he know someone was lurking in the shadows.
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[neverplays]

Her father had told her, time and time again, concentrate on the matter at hand, regardless if the situation could scare you shitless. Remember, panicking was for pussies. It's this mantra she recites in her head as she slinks across shadowed alleyways, bending and jumping across rooftops and ladders, sliding across building walls-- all to survey this foreign city. In some ways, it looked like New York City. But unless somehow she's manifested awesome transportation powers, which was frankly impossible, then that one step away from Kick-Ass shouldn't have brought her to a bunch of trashcans.

Falling on top of them? Impossible.

It's the impossibility of it all that keeps her nerves on end. Fear, she doesn't want to call it because Mindy Macready doesn't get scared. But adrenaline is driving her movements hard, smoothing over whatever injuries she had sustained from her encounter with D'Amico, forcing her to keep an alert eye out for anyone. Someone that might explain to her where the fuck she is. How she got here, or even if they

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It's funny how over fifty years of beating up assholes in back alleys pays off. Most people wouldn't hear the thumping, or see the flash of purple, but Eddie isn't just anyone - he's the Comedian, and his instincts are perfect. He was just expecting someone taller, considering the flash of purple; so when he dodges out of the way and moves into a fighting stance, he has to do a slight double take to see the tiny figure that just barely managed to hit him.

Okay this can't be curse.

For one thing; Eddie can register shape, size, and clothing in a second, a trick he picked up after years of crime busting, and this is a kid.

A kid dressed in a skirt.

Actually, he wouldn't put that past a de-aged Veidt, but Veidt wasn't that good as a teenager, so he wouldn't be that good as a little kid. Eddie moves to catch the little brat, but he wouldn't hesitate to hurt her if she struggled too hard or hurt him. The kick was good. Let's see what else the kid has.

[neverplays]

Whoever this was, he was good. That wasn't the dodge of a lucky man, that was a dodge of a man with honed reflexes. D'Amico had proved a challenge beyond her past experiences, and she had nearly died because of it. Without a weapon to bolster her defenses, add in her decreased performance from her pre-existing injuries, and she is facing one hell of a fight.

Thankfully, she isn't out to kill this man. Doesn't mean she wasn't going to duke it out with all her might. (Maybe panic was a silent factor in it.)

Mindy's without words for now, focused rather on her next move. Her greatest strength is her agility, and it's in another flash that she runs forward, once again leaping in the air with a kick to aim at his chest. She keeps a gloved hand ready for a punch to the face, if timing allows her to slip that in.

Don't judge from appearance, Eddie. And besides, she's wearing pants underneath that skirt.

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She better be wearing pants. Eddie might be a rapist, an asshole, and a murderer, but he isn't a pedophile.

Whoever this kid is, she's got speed and agility, and she's not giving up. There's definitely something admirable about that. The getup makes Eddie register her automatically in his head - mask - and he wonders vaguely whose kid she is. Even with all the purple, she can't be Veidt's, unless the fag went and test-tubed her up.

Eddie doesn't even want to follow that line of thought.

She aims the kick and he grabs her foot and twists it away, tossing her back into the alley. Okay, this isn't a fair fight - she might be more agile than he is, but he outweighs her by at least one hundred and fifty pounds. He wants to see if she'll try again.

The Comedian always did like a good laugh.

[neverplays]

The affinity for purple is not a genetic predisposition. Or at least, it isn't inherited directly. But no, she's not a creature of your worst nightmares, Eddie. She's 100% organically grown

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And she's got a mouth on her. "Actually, kid," he replies right away, "it's 'you cock' or 'you asshole.'" Eddie has no qualms about teaching kids the right way to swear. After all, it's not like she's some kind of innocent little girl.

Makeshift weapons; interesting. He dodges three, but one, one manages to skim across his already scarred cheek. It's not a deep wound, or really much of a painful one, but Eddie fucking hates getting cuts on his face.

It's surprising to most people just how fast Eddie Blake can actually move. Maybe it's his weight, or his build, or his age, but he's a fast son of a bitch; faster than a lot of the masks, anyway. That, plus his years of experience, make grabbing the girl, turning her, pinning her arms behind her back and pushing her chest-forward against a wall easy. He holds her with his weight and with his strength

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"I said 'cunt' on purpose, you cunt," she hisses back, despite being in this precarious situation with her body pinned against the wall. She'll fight to the death, even if it's a fighting for the secrecy of her true identity. She didn't become a masked crime-fighter for fun.

"Hit-Girl."

It's the only shard of information she gives him, before forcing her head to the side. A decent enough angle to take a peek at her captor; a good enough range and position to spit in his face.

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He manages to avoid that one; it's easy enough to see coming. He does it by turning and slamming her back into the wall; the spit flies harmlessly over his shoulder. It's such a casual movement, and he doesn't even sweat. He pins her again.

"The Comedian," he tells her. As long as they're exchanging aliases.

"You got someone here watching you, Hit-Girl? A parent, a sibling, a handler? Maybe a monkey trainer?" Ha-ha, that's a terrible joke. But Eddie isn't in any rush. "Or are you some punk who's read too many comic books?"

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There's another small gasp as she's slammed back this time around. The curl of her lip and narrowing of her eyes, the only features discernible behind the mask, retain the impression of her anger. Showing apprehension or fear would be like giving up, even in a position like this.

"You're not very funny," she adds dryly, mostly at the monkey trainer line. At least Eddie agrees that it's terrible. But the question he asks probes at her initial reason for attacking the other in the first place, before it dissolved into pure conflict.

"This isn't New York City."

She's not going to admit to complete ignorance of her surroundings; she's not going to ask the Comedian for information. There's too much pride in this half-pint. Instead, he could derive her question from her statement.

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"I'm out of practice." He doesn't move, just holds her, firmly, but not in a way that could actually hurt her. The benefit of knowing how much pain someone can handle is the ability to not dish it out, either. He wonders if this little girl knows that with a twist of his wrist, he could break hers.

"Nope." He ponders this for a second. "I'm going to let you down, and if you attack me, I'll slam your face into the pavement so hard you'll feel it in your asshole." That might not make anatomical sense, but he has the feeling it's the kind of simile that this girl might understand.

"Then I'll explain everything, you got it?"

[neverplays]

Oh, Mindy does realize her vulnerability; how easily the small bones of her wrist could crack with the simple twist of his hand. There's a good reason for why she's had ample training in a vast array of firearms and weaponry. Not all grown men could be knocked into walls, and skill aside, her frame was still that of a young girl. If she had either her spear or a loaded gun with her at the time, she's sure that the fight with D'Amico would have progressed much more smoothly in her favor

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The Comedian turns again, and another slam into the wall. "It's not supposed to," he says, grinning. This kid has spirit, Eddie likes that. It reminds him of his own daughter, a little, only she's not as bitter towards. The banter here is purely for the sake of the encounter, something that Eddie can appreciate. "So answer the question, Hit-Girl. I may even be willing to buy you a burger."

Only Eddie would make an offer like that to a little girl who attempted to kill him, but then he's seen a lot in his old age but he's never seen anything like this. He takes interest. Besides, catching her now means saving trouble later if Dan or worse, Adrian, were to find her.

They wouldn't know how to handle a kid like this.

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She wouldn't be Mindy Macready without that spunk. An ounce less and she wouldn't have been the vicious little thing she is now. It takes a certain amount of fervor and dedication to become a real masked crime fighter, as Eddie probably knows. And not counting idiots like Red Mist and Kick Ass, though there was potential in the green-suited one.

"As long as you don't give me a reason," Mindy forces out. With her hands free, at least she could protect herself if the dumbass was a liar. She's learned from experience that the more forthcoming a person, the less fluff stacked between words, the higher chance he or she was telling the truth. Not that Hit-Girl would trust anyone without proper acquaintance and examination. "I won't hurt you."

Let's face it, Dan would be way too soft for her. Adrian? Well, he was Adrian. That should be reason enough. Besides, she's starting to take a liking to this old man. He was louder, harsher than her father, but there was something assuring about it. She didn't like dumbasses who minced their words.

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He drops her then and steps back, knowing that she is more than capable of landing on her feet. "No, you won't," he assures her, and takes her in. She can't possibly top five feet - being that short can give someone an advantage in a firefight, people rarely aim lower than their own chest unless they're aiming for knees. She's got that ridiculous purple wig on, but there have been worse costumes in the day (fuck, Eddie's worn worse costumes, in the day) and he can tell she's tough. She just took three slams into a wall without whining, after all. More than Eddie can say for a lot of people.

Eddie nods his head towards his favorite dive. The perk of the place is that they won't give him shit for bringing in a kid; to give him shit they would have care, and they don't. "Come on kid," he says. "Who taught you to fight? Your dad?" It's a guess: Sally may have pushed Laurie into it, but she was the only woman he knew that would have done something like that.

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And Eddie assume right, as she lands on her feet with ease. Mindy's new freedom has her taking a step back, perching one hand against her waist just to be cocky. In the worst of situations, she wouldn't mind fighting dirty and using her height for a perfect vantage point. But this wasn't the worst of situations, unless patties and ketchup turned out to be secretly lethal.

"Who else do you think," she snarks back. Her voice is more playful this time around, as she allows herself to trust the old man for now. Making enemies right away in a new city... country, wherever this was, wasn't the smartest thing. And he was turning out to be potentially awesome.

Never mind the fact that she was hungry.

"My dadd- my father was the best." It's too late to fix the past tense was it slips, so she doesn't make a move to correct it, continuing on silently a few steps behind the Comedian.

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Eddie doesn't remark on the slip, he just pulls a cigar from his pocket and lights it. "Well he did a good job on you," he tells her. "You could use some sharpening up, but you drew blood, that's not a joke, kid." He holds open the door for a second longer than he usually would before letting go and takes her over to his usual table.

"This place is the City," he tells her, because he figures she's just arrived. "No one knows why you come in, no real way out. People are from different worlds, or some shit like that, but it doesn't make most of them any less of idiots." He blows the smoke haphazardly; it's not like the Comedian cares if she coughs or not. "Not too many masks, though. A few."