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[darkdestine]

WHO: Demona (darkdestine) and OPEN
WHERE: Around the City
WHEN: Night of August 3rd
SUMMARY: The City's in chaos. Demona's flying around. Then stuff happens, maybe?
WARNINGS: TBA
FORMAT: Quicklog (after tl;dr intro)

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[loltraitorlol]

[having his evening flight; though today he's decided to wear his armor, testing out a few of the newer adjustments and upgrades]

[not to mention showing off the new paint job~]

[darkdestine]

[ The mechanical suit catches her attention, and right away she recognizes that it's built along far different lines than Xantos' Steel Clan and battle armor. Someone else, then. Or he's modified his design already to better fit this new world.

Curious, she glides over for a closer look. ]

[loltraitorlol]

[he's not used to encountering other fliers (he usually avoids them, actually), but this one...]

[he's seen unusual alien races in his time, but none quite like this one]

[lazily, he rolls slightly to one side, but still flies perfectly fine, even like this]

[when he speaks, his voice has a distinctively mechanical flange to it]

"You'll pardon my ignorance, but... what are you?"

[darkdestine]

[ A curious response, certainly not what she expected. She catches the right air current to match his flight path. ]

My kind are known as gargoyles. And yourself?

[ Her eyes flash red at the question, already hearing human as the answer. ]

[darkdestine]

[ Perched on a roof above, the movement of wings caught her eye. It was only a bird, though, the pet of some human spawn. ]

[darkdestine]

[ While the rooftop is a bit far up for her to hear any conversation, she does note the shift in the creatures appearance. Her eyes narrow -- she is quite capable when it comes to using magic, but she hasn't exactly had good experience with humans who do the same. ]

[swornprotector]

Goliath, for his part, has not flown so openly in his tenure here, either, but things have changed. As an official part of the police force now - a situation still new and strange to him - he is slowly growing accustomed to the idea that he does not have to skulk in the shadows, as discovery is not a catastrophic consequence any longer.

However, that is all in the back of his mind now, as he is truly only interested in meting out catastrophic consequences of his own. Elisa's assault and hospitalization must be avenged, and he is currently following the communicator trace to pinpoint the position of Harley Quinn and deliver justice. Uncaring of anyone in his path.

[darkdestine]

It was a form she would recognize anywhere. Gliding along on a higher current, she watched Goliath fly onward with a steadfast determination she also recognized. He was on the hunt.

It wouldn't do to not say hello to an old friend, would it?

Folding her wings, she dove, unfurling them to catch the air when she'd reached his level. "Goliath," she said by way of greeting, her tone dripping with amusement. She made no move to attack or even approach further. Simply gliding along as if she hadn't a care in the world.

[swornprotector]

If anyone in any universe could get him to stop and sway from his warpath, it is Demona. As much as he would never admit it, she will still grasp his attention every time. No matter how long it has been since she was his angel of the night.

Another thought buried deeply now, as he spins in mid-air to face that voice he will never forget.

"Demona!" he growls, his voice rife with anger.

[darkdestine]

She merely smiled in response. "I take it you have yet to find the girl who so brutally attacked your dear policewoman. A pity." It was clear she found it anything but.

And yet, Elisa Maza hadn't appeared to be terribly injured. Demona didn't want to dwell on thoughts of the woman's recovery. "Is it true what I saw on the network? Are you actually attempting to play police officer?" Traces of disgust were evident in her voice. Couldn't he see that playing the trained animal for those creatures was beneath him?