WHO: Joker + Open
WHERE: Xavier Institute
WHEN: Morning of September 12th
WARNINGS: Violence, possible gore, Joker
SUMMARY: Joker has poisoned the cafeteria at Xavier, turning students and faculty into supervillIains! While a cure is worked upon, Joker himself goes berserk with the Feral Shard.
FORMAT: Action!
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I have brought to light a monstrous abnormality, but I did it for the sake of knowledge. Now for the sake of all life and Nature you must help me thrust it back into the dark again. )
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Was...was that a teacher? That was a weird thing for a teacher to be doing. What was going on?
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That strange kid over there had a lunchbox. Maybe he was hiding something tasty in it. That tasty thing was to be his! The Monster moved towards him, his darkness setting in and surrounding him with a pitch-black darkness with only his yellow eyes visible.
"EXCUSE ME."
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Oh wow it was really dark suddenly. Tavros was actually pretty happy about that - adjusting to a diurnal schedule was rough, and even though the sun here wasn't as horrible as the one back home, it was still awfully bright all the time.
...Funny that he couldn't see through it, though. I mean, there were eyes there, and theoretically he should be able to get a sense of the face of whoever this was, but nope.
"Hullo. That's a neat power."
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"Give me your lunch," he said, as fierce as he could.
There was no need to say 'please'. After all, the food was his to take.
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Selina's at the Institute before she even has time to register that wearing her costume during the day still feels weird. She phases right through security, hoping there are still enough people at the school who know who Catwoman is. It would be bad if one of them killed her before she even found the Joker. ]
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Joker.
[ No point in hiding. ]
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Now he's in the lab below, analyzing a few samples from today's menu and trying to identify what the caused this. Already he's recognizing chemicals that should by no means be present in food given students, and making notes laying the groundwork for a counteragent.]
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In a second he flash steps behind him, a heavy lance in hand. With little effort he moves to pierce through the strong muscle and skeleton surrounding this large man's heart.
Gamzee gives Hank a small honk in place of the fight he deserves.]
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He wheels about and does his best to throw a fist at his surprisingly small attacker, but even with his strength, it's a last-ditch effort and likely a desperately inadequate one. He has nothing to offer by way of followup. His eyes flash with recognition of his attacker as he collapses onto the ground, face-first.
He wouldn't be getting up, the dark blood polling around him made that clear.]
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As the blood pools out an inch further Gamzee steps into the dark red with a grin.]
Heh. Bet you didn't get your remember on at my ownself at awhile. Or my own motherfuckin' self.
Hope you get that shit on all up at later, bro.
[Then he kneels down, shifts everything he needs to, and curls his fingers into some fur. The work he's going to do to remove a patch of Hank's skin is messy.]
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Dude, what the Hell?
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Stay out of my way, Santo. God this place is boring, why the hell are we even here? I’m so gone.
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Well, uh. Here, I'll come with you and we can talk about whatever's pissing you off. That sound cool? [He stands back up and offers Julian his hand.]
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[She knew this, because she had checked his pulse. Twice. Her fingers tensed up, getting hard, anger, hate, surging right through them.]
[But she had to stay focused. There was no time for emotions, right now. Not sad ones, at least. Those could be had later, at the appropriate time and place. Alone.
[Right now, she had to focus on keeping this place safe, and shutting down all the intruders. And that also meant finding - and dealing with - Hank's killer.]
[Some of his fur was missing. They couldn't have gone far.]
[Deep breath. Follow the blood, Amanda. You can go cry over Hank later.]
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Standing there, covered in a furry blue cloak still dripping red, was Gamzee painting the walls red. The wide eyes of the smiley face were just at the right level for staring right back into most people's own eyes.]
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Another breath. Kid gloves are going off. Not going to treat him lighter just because he's an adolescent.]
Gamzee Makara. [Says her steady, even voice, unwavering. Not letting the slightest bit of emotion crack through as she walks forward.]
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Hello sister. Like my ownself's wicked picture?
[His voices lilts.]
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