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[he_is_wild]

Who: The Joker and the City of Siren's Port
When: After Sirens
Where: Wealthy sectors and surrounding areas
Summary: Joker's controller locks up, the Darkness goes berserk
Warnings: Violence, gore, monster shenanigans and the Joker

Comments

Bya/Hitsu - to the RESCUE... (I'm sorry. I had to.)

[soul_scatter]

Byakuya had been coming home from working late in his office. He'd escorted his assistant home, because she'd offered to stay and help him. It was the least he could do. However, he'd thought to stop at this restaurant and obtain dinner for himself - something he'd forgone in favor of working - when all hell broke loose.

Something resonated on the edge of his senses and Byakuya stopped. He reached into his bag and pulled out Senbonzakura. Something was coming.

Then he heard the screaming. People flooded around a corner, running for their lives.

When it came around the corner, he wasn't prepared for it and had to abandon his bag and roll away from the thing. His spiritual pressure flared as he prepared himself to attack.

[icy_heavens]

Hitsugaya had been spending the better part of the day in his room; it was another one of those hellishly hot ones. How did anyone enjoy this season? Fortunately, it was an off night from work, so he wasn't going to have to deal with the heat even after dark . . .

His gaze shot up at that reiatsu flare. Kuchiki? Granted, a flare of reiatsu after dark could usually be dismissed as something run-of-the-mill, given the nightly monster activity, but that was a strong pulse. Perhaps he should at least investigate. If Kuchiki didn't need his aid, then he wouldn't interfere.

He slung Hyourinmaru across his back, and was out the door in seconds. Shunpo quickly brought him from rooftop to rooftop as he followed Kuchiki's reiatsu. It was likely that he wouldn't have to intervene -- he might think that Kuchiki was an ass most of the time, but there was no disputing his combat ability -- but there was little sense in taking an unnecessary risk.

[soul_scatter]

Byakuya was having flashbacks to Yammy. The thing was big, ugly, and looked to be enjoying itself. Or, he thought it might, since it was... he wasn't sure if that was a smile or not, but he didn't want to get close enough to see what those yellowed things across the bottom of what he assumed was its head were capable of.

It ran toward him and he held his ground. Senbonzakura flashed and even though the skin had been grey, flacid and looking to be covered in slime, when it charged, it suddenly flashed red, hardening into some sort of substance that his sword bounced off of. Kuchiki himself only dodged the backhand, by shun-po-ing out of the way.

Another flash of sun-po and he grabbed a woman out of the thing's way and put her at the door of a restaurant, When she babbled her thanks, he ignored her and went back to see if he could stop the thing that was still headed after the civilians.

[icy_heavens]

Okay, what the hell was that? He'd never encountered one of these creatures before, he was sure. Something of this size he would have remembered. He also couldn't recall coming across it in the recently updated bestiary. Which mean that if he helped, he was going to have to play it by ear.

Hitsugaya just watched at first, from a rooftop, as Kuchiki faced the thing down. He blinked at the flash of red . . . and then again as he would have sworn that Senbonzakura just bounced right off its skin.

That cemented it. He was stepping in.

Hyourinmaru was in his hand in a split second, and he spoke the release command as he swung the blade in a downward arc. A wall of ice crackled into existence between the charging beast and the civilians that still remained on the street.

He took to the ground, now, landing expertly just behind the wall, where some of the people still stood stunned. "Get inside. All of you. NowHis tone, calm and authoritative, seemed to get through to most of them, who subsequently scurried about to find

for joker.

[kingofrooks]

A detective's job was mainly finding clues and working through them. At times, it was a preventive thing, but most of the time he had to be reactive, instead. To wait for something to happen, to find out who the perpetrator might be, follow the clues to the culprit, and stop it from happening again.

It didn't take him very long to hunt down the Joker. Not this time. Not when he already had a good inkling of how he moved.

"Joker!" he called out, throwing his voice outwards. "Your vacation is over, and your cell is waiting for you."

[he_is_wild]

Joker heard the voice cut through the darkness. After fleeing from Jason he'd taken refuge on a nearby roof, crouching to avoid gaining too much attention from the flying monsters. For the most part it worked...though one flying monster still found him.

The sound of Batman's voice should have filled him with elation, he knew. But it didn't.

"Oh...it's you. Lame."

[kingofrooks]

That wasn't the expected reaction. Bruce stopped a little, cocked his head to the side- no, there was something wrong. Something missing both in Joker's reaction, and by the Joker's side.

And his words... Bruce's eyes narrowed, unseen behind the cowl. The tension around him thickened, and he took a single step forward.

"Where is Harley Quinn?"

[he_is_wild]

Joker waited a moment for Harley to come leaping over to the roof with a mallet in her hand. She didn't.

He stared fixedly at the building across the street in time to see the Wyvern swallow someone head first. This brought a grin to his face.

"So is this the part where you beat the tar outta me?"

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[walkthedawn]

Riku, for his part, was out doing his job. So long as proofing was going to be a problem, he had to be out there doing his part. Lion's Gate was protected for now but it could be compromised at any time. He wasn't going to let that happen. He set out into the dark in the sector around the building and proceeded to protect anything that had been damaged by the Joker. His Keyblade was efficient enough to incapacitate most of the smaller monsters, but there were larger ones who could easily rip him in half.

For once, his darkness came in handy, pushing the creatures to a halt only long enough for him to slice through them with ease. There was a slight golden tint to his eyes but it mattered little to him. He had work to do tonight. His safety came second.

[vinovidivici]

Out on his own sweep of the neighbourhood (part protection service and part "exercise") Claire's attention was caught by the flurries of darkness around a kid with a spiky, fancy-ass sword-thing that thoroughly outclassed the length of discarded piping he was trying to work with.

He came to a complete stop, seemingly disregarding the monsters edging forward. With his free hand cupped around his mouth he called out "Hey! Where can I get me one of those?", only remembering to swing the pipe up through the head of a lunging creature once the last word had rung out.

open!

[12second_orz]

[It was supposed to be a safe bet, meeting a client after hours for drinks to talk shop- they'd sworn to him that there wouldn't be a risk, that he'd get home in one piece.

Bullshit. Total fucking bullshit.

Tonegawa's never been foolhardy enough to let himself get caught outside after darkness, and now it's as though all of his hard work has been tossed aside just to spite him. The close press of panic, the sounds of people scrambling and stumbling, the smell (who'd have thought that Darkness would have quite so pungent a smell?): it's all new and almost disgustingly base to him, raw fear thrust in his face like that. But in spite of himself he can feel his own pulse fluttering, and his forehead feels cool with sweat.

Yet it's only as he struggles past the dessicated corpse of an abandoned car that the reality of the situation finally dawns on him. It's only when something, bulbous and twisted and just recognisably human-shaped in a way that makes his skin crawl, staggers out from the shadows in front of him that his heart begins