[Thread] They'll never sleep

[yesimevil]

Characters:OU Harth Fray, Joker OU and Atlas OU and open to those involved in spooky!plot
Where:Throughout Econtra
When:Midnight, about the middle of the week.
Summary: These three villains have been plotting something.
Warnings:Violence, swearing

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[deaths_pilot]

Duo was sitting in the cafe, nursing a hot chocolate to warm up after having been doing a little work on the building to keep it up. He'd needed a little time out and away, as getting used to a roommate who was himself and previously on tense terms wasn't quite exactly what he'd thought it would be. It wasn't bad. It was kinda cool. But, he'd gotten used to being alone again, as much as he hated it.

He sighed to himself. When he wanted to be alone, he wasn't, when he didn't want to be alone, he was. Murphy must have shit on his head when he was born or something. He wasn't quite sure. Then again... knowing what he did about his double's world, maybe his double had it worse?

Yeah... he probably did in a quite a few ways. After all, their fight against OZ had failed. Though, Quatre seemed well off three years later, right? He didn't know anymore.

He just didn't know anymore.

So, now, here he was, sitting by himself in the cafe, wondering just why things were the way they were. He sipped the hot chocolate again.

[would_u_kindly]

"Atlas" stepped into the cafe and immediately his eyes fell on his prey. This wasn't going to be a hard endeavor as far as he was concerned.

He flashed a friendly smile, as per what the Atlas personality would have done, towards Duo as he approached. He didn't bother to hide. What was the point? And besides, this was not the type of area to try anything sneaky. It was open, and there was only one point of entrance. (Or two, but the one in the back was not visible from here.) Besides, he didn't need to be subtle.

Still, he kept the Atlas facade up for as long as it took him to approach the table Duo was sitting at. He dipped his head slightly in a form of greeting. "'Ello, boyo."

[deaths_pilot]

Duo looked up at the man who came over.

"Hi," he said, giving him a small smile in return. He didn't know Atlas, so really had no reason to go beyond that.

[would_u_kindly]

The facade dropped in what seemed like slow motion replay--the Irishman's face slowly spread into a grin that would have his vampiric partner jealous of its sly evilness. At the same time Fontaine gave Duo no chance at reacting to the sudden change in personality.

Fontaine's left hand snapped forward with an inhuman quickness. The limb was covered in ice, somewhat like a horrid frostbite setting in, although it didn't appear to hurt the man it covered. He pointed at Duo with an open palm and a burst of cold air hit the pilot before the ice set in.

Fontaine didn't want to kill his prey just yet--the amount of ice was limited compared to his usual burst. But still the frigid substance completely covered the pilot from head to toe. It was weakest around the head, and given a good shake it would crack and fall off. If not, Fontaine would remove it himself so as to keep the boy alive.

Basically: he turned the boy into a living icicle that was frozen in spot until the ice melted, or Fontaine removed it.

The Cemetery

[gaz4prez]

Gaz hadn't thought much about the weather. Seriously

[would_u_kindly]

The opportunity seemed too simple and easy to pass up. He skipped the pleasantries pretending to be Atlas would have entailed and went straight into capturing the essence of the moment. What a horrible pun... he thought to himself with a repressed chuckle as he approached her from behind. He didn't even need to have the "Natural Camouflage" or "SportBoost" Tonics in his bloodstream to easily sneak up on her at the moment; so he didn't even bother to try and be sneaky. He simply walked up naturally but without making a sound.

He did pause for a second after he'd neared to within a couple of feet of her. He couldn't help himself. He leaned forward over her should and whispered in her ear. "Boo."

He didn't give her anytime to react though. He already had his Electro Bolt Plasmid active and ready to strike. Lightning coursed through his veins--literally. He reached forward with his left hand and made a grab for her shoulder at the same time that an electrical discharge shot out from his hand and arched towards her.

[gaz4prez]

It was a good thing that he hadn't given Gaz a time to react: the "boo" would have been met with a recoil and then with a sharp push back from the girl, after which she would have erected a force field around her. Unfortunately, she had not gotten to act quickly and was instead shocked at the shoulder. Her body felt like it had clicked together in some absurd military salute, and Gaz groaned before she hit the floor.

"Shit!" Gaz muttered, but she couldn't move. Well this just sucked. She hadn't even seen this coming. Who in the hell would just go off and attack somebody in the night for no reason? Sure, she could think of several vampires, but they bit you, didn't they, and normally they were much more polite.

Gaz looked up at her attacker. "Why?!"

[would_u_kindly]

"Does there have to be a reason, lassie?" the Irishman replied with a sneering smirk. His voice was Fontaine's, but he added a lilt to the pronoun that hinted at Atlas's style. He gave a crude shrug and reached down to pick her up.

"Now. I suggest you don't cause any trouble or I can always do that again," he said while his face was much closer to hers. "Or I can scorch you if you prefer," he continued, lifting his left hand and snapping, to which a burst of flame occurred at the gesture. The lightning was gone while his hand looked burnt up to the elbow, yet it seemed to cause him no pain.

He grabbed her roughly by the collar with his right hand and began to throw her over his shoulder.

[would_u_kindly]

Fontaine had several ways in which he could go about this. He was both powerful in mind as well as in body. His greatest gift, in fact, was probably his ease with preforming subterfuge and guiling his way through anything. He was a master of manipulation.

So it was that instead of using brute force, for at least a small try, he would work his magic in that other area first. He took on the mantle of Atlas as he approached the door and called out in the Irishman's kinder voice after knocking first. "Selphie...? Are you there?"

[would_u_kindly]

Fontaine quickly searched his memories for one that held this girl in them. He had forgotten completely that Atlas knew this person. He flashed Selphie a friendly grin while he dredged up the memories that were and yet were not completely his own. The smile brightened ever-so-slightly as he remembered.

"'Ve been doin' well," the Irishman replied in his unique accent. "It has been a while. Sorry I never stayed in contact; thought ta myself recently that I pro'ly should 'ave. So... I dropped by. Hope ya don't mind?"

For once Fontaine wasn't quite sure were he was going with this. But he had a vague outline now that he had a clue as to how this girl would react to him. This would probably be the easiest of them all.

[notarrowette]

Cissie was restless and anxious. First Kon and Robin disappeared, and then Persephone, and now Dick. She worried about Tim; he made an effort, when he was with her, but he was still quiet and sad. And then there was all the drama lately about the disappearances and reactions to them--she had lost her temper and ranted about it herself, but it didn't help. She had a feeling she'd made Tim feel guilty and that--really hadn't been her point.

Everything sucked, so much. It just felt like too much all at once. On top of all the emotional upheaval, she was still feeling paranoid about Harth--and restless because she wanted to open her window shades without feeling like someone was watching her. She wore the cross necklace 24/7, and still carried her bow when she left the apartment, but it was getting old.

She needed some air. Needed to clear her head, to just--not think for a while. She left a note for Tim--the last thing he needed was to come back and wonder where she was--and grabbed her gear, heading for the park for some

[entro_pist]

The recent threat posted over the network had no doubt captured the attention of many. Harth and Atlas had better chances of going unnoticed now that the resident hero-types would have their sights set on the Joker. But if they were looking for a purple coat, green hair, or deranged smile, they weren't going to find it. Such was the beauty of having a 'unique' and loud style of dress: when he chose to be subtle, he could slip undetected past the Devil himself. Dressed in a pair of casual gray slacks and winter overcoat, he became virtually indistinguishable. A knitted winter cap worn on his head concealed toxic-green locks. His face was left unpainted. The only giveaways were the scars but he'd easily wrapped them beneath a scarf. Now, situated just outside the back entry of Apartment Two, all he had to do was wait for opportunity to strike. Needless to say, Cissie wouldn't be making it to the park today

[notarrowette]

Cissie stepped back quickly, backing into the door to give the man--whoever he was--a bit more space. She had tensed, her hand clenching around her bow in surprise, when she bumped into him. She hadn't expected to see anyone and she was already on-edge; running into strange men on the back steps didn't exactly put her at ease.

The stranger's frantic movements and obvious distress relaxed her a little. She frowned and repressed a sigh; it didn't make sense to her that the Consulo was taking so many people away just to bring new people in. New people who would just need to have the whole situation explained to them again and who would make friends, who would disappear and start the whole mess over again.

"I'm sorry," she said carefully, already regretting her decision to leave the apartment. "I don't think your daughter is here..."

[entro_pist]

Unfortunately, the 'newcomer' didn't seem to grasp what Cissie had meant and seemed desperate as ever in his search.

"If I could just have a look down the corridor," he pleaded and brushed carefully past her. "She couldn't have gotten far." Once inside, he began a hasty search, checking the hall and even the stairwell, calling for his missing child. "Matilda, if you can hear me, come out this instant!"

No answer. He'd paused in the hallway with a hand on his head, as if considering what to do next, when something caught his attention. A door in the hallway leading into one of the rooms (in this case, a vacant room) was left open just a crack. Walking up to it, he knocked - "...Hello? Matilda, are you in there?" - and went inside.

[0nightwing0]

Dick was on the roof of one of the buildings, brooding like the bat he was as the winter wind bit at the exposed skin of his face and neck. Crouched up on the edge he looked ever bit the perfect gargoyle as he scanned the horizon with blank lens covered eyes that blocked his true expressions from view. Why was he here again? Home had gone to hell in a handbasket to say the least. The man who Raised him was all but dead in the sense of who he once was, and Gotham had now lost its sworn protector in both of their absences. Of Course there was always Jason, but the man couldn't walk a straight line if his meaningless life depended on it. There was an overwhelming sense of guilt that rushed over him once more as a rather strong gust of snowy wing hit him, stinging the already wind raw skin as it ripped past making him regret stashing the Bat-cowl in the closet back at his apartment

[entro_pist]

Nightwing's brooding session would soon be interrupted by one of the hated subjects of his own thoughts. The Joker, cloaked in his usual purple coat, was prowling the street below. He moved as if he knew exactly where he was going and exactly what he would do upon getting there, perhaps not unusual for him, but he didn't appear to notice the dark figure perched high above. Then, almost as soon as he appeared, he all but vanished into an alley between the clinic and a neighboring building.

[0nightwing0]

The Joker might not have seemed to notice him but Dick sure noticed the man who was back to his old tricks. No tonight was not the night to mess with Dick Grayson, not after what he'd been though that month. With Bruce all but dead to what he once was , No one left to take the mantle but Jason,and Tinya missing.Coughing hard but fighting not to let it turn into a fit again he Dropped down to the ground in a combination of jumpline and flips. Now where was that clown..he had alot of anger to get out tonight, and the twisted little psychopath was looking like a prime target right about now. " Scurrying like the cockaroach Joker...whats wrong scared of the light? Afraid they'll see you for what you are?" he snarled into the darkness, no this was not the night to play games.

[entro_pist]

But no one was there to answer Dick's scathing remarks. The alley was empty. However, it wasn't hard to guess where the Joker had gone. There was only one door between the two buildings and it was located at the far end of the clinic. If Dick chose to follow, it would lead him down to the building's basement through a series of dark and deplorable hallways into what was perhaps the city's darkest corner--its mortuary.