I'm a victim of my symptom, I'm my own worst enemy

[limitedrun]

Who: Griffin O'Conner (deadly_jump) and ANYONE who wants to encounter him.
When: Any time from today until next Sunday. Your choice! Odds are your chances will be better during Darkness.
Where: Also your choice! Just specifiy in the header, Griffin could be found anywhere. I will roll with it.
Summary: Griffin's been missing for a few days. The last anyone's

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[fantasycliche]

[ She doesn't allow herself to stretch her wings too often. Three or four times a week, at most, keeps her sane and comfortable. And only at night, of course. It's lucky that this happens to be one of her nights. She hears Griffin before she spots him, and curiosity dictates that she hop to the air from her rooftop perch and close the distance in a short, easy glide.

Ah, yes. Him. So annoyingly observant of Onyx's gold eyes. She lights at the edge of a rundown complex, draped over a low roof with her long neck swung out lazily to watch him. ]

You look like you've spent one too many nights outside.

[limitedrun]

[This night, it's the swords.

He's rusty with them, admittedly. Griffin hadn't used swords since... He supposes it was a couple years ago in China, in that museum. He had avoided Hong Kong ever since. They are very protective of their ancient artifacts. Especially when they're being swung around precariously by little European guys and used to chop limbs off.

He's not bad, though. A blade's a blade and he knows those very well.

Griffin has to put his boot on the squid dog in order to pull the sword out of its head. This is when a woman addresses him. As wound up as he is, his first instinct is to point both swords at the source of the noise. When he realizes said source is Khisanth, he reluctantly lowers them. He may be good, but he doesn't think he's that good.]

And you're a vision out of an H.P. Lovecraft nightmare. Your point?

[It says something that he's so snappish with her, considering their last meeting he had treated her with more reverence.]

[fantasycliche]

[ It is something, actually. It makes her narrow her eyes a little. The first instinct is irritation, but that doesn't last. (Helped along by the fact that she has no idea what he's just referenced.) More important is curiosity. Something had inspired a change in him.

She watches him thoughtfully for a few seconds, before tossing her nose in a point at something behind and to the side of him. A mutation, inching its quiet way toward him. ]

Nothing, really. But don't let me distract you-- you were in the middle of killing, I believe.

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[Normally, he would be more careful about insulting the huge, people-eating dragon. But when he's like this, all precaution is thrown to the wind and he becomes reckless.

He rolls his eyes at her.]

You thought I couldn't hear that? Honestly.

[He actually didn't until she pointed it out, but he doesn't need anyone to help him. In fact, he is going to show her how much he doesn't need anyone. He Jumps. One moment, he's in front of Khisanth. Before she would even be able to blink an eye, he appears behind the flat worm. With one violent movement, he stabs through the creature's head and pins it to the ground. With the other sword, he chops the head off.]

Wednesday night, well after sirens

[icy_heavens]

[It's only out of the corner of his eye that he sees him at first, a blur as he heads by in shunpo. But it's enough to make Hitsugaya stop and double back.

[He pauses several feet away, watching as -- Griffin, is it? -- finishes off a monster. The man looks like hell, and well he should if he's been out all these nights. All these nights without so much as checking in with Ella.]

I see you're not dead yet. [Tactless? Sure. But that's how he rolls.]

[limitedrun]

[This Eightlegs is pissed.

As it should be. Griffin did saw its tongue off with his barbed pipe. Unfortunately, it barreled into him and they're now grappling on the ground. Griffin's back is to the pavement and without its only weapon, the Eightlegs seems to be trying to either crush him to death or suck his face off. It seems very determined to exact revenged and Griffin has no weapon to speak of. Fortunately, Griffin is good at thinking on his feet. He quickly grabs its forefront legs and yanks hard enough to hear something crack. Taking advantage of the creature's pain, Griffin rolls it over onto his side. Then he rams his elbow around the Eightlegs' ear. Then he does it again. He keeps doing it until his arm is splattered in blood and only God knows what else.

He stands up and shakes his arm off.]

Eugh.

[Griffin swings around when addressed, getting Eightleg pus all over the stranger. Who isn't a stranger, now that Griffin things about it. It's that guy that Ella likes. He can't be bothered to remember the name.Did you want

[icy_heavens]

[The nature of the kill doesn't even make him lift an eyebrow. He's been more brutal himself on occasion. But he does tighten his jaw as the pus splashes over him. Ugh.]

[The smart remark just gets a flat, disapproving look. He's not going to respond to that.] You could at least call her so she can know you're okay.

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[Griffin's lips twitch upward for a second when he sees Hitsugaya's reaction. (That's what his name is.) Otherwise, he shows no reaction to him, not even when he brings up Ella.]

Are you supposed to be my keeper or something?

friday - after sirens

[lostmygrace]

[She knows it isn't smart for a human to be out after dark, even if they can (at least now) take care of themselves. But she's got the gun she borrowed tucked into the impromptu holster on the back of her jeans if need be.

Someone's been missing lately. Someone she'd rather .. wasn't missing all that much. If at all. She'd heard about the deaths- gone looking to see, just to prove that it wasn't her doing that he was avoiding or .. Whatever this was. At least now she knew he was probably just .. upset.

So she's been wandering the streets, some of the day and most of the night, listening for the sound of a Jump, the scruff of blonde hair. But where could he be?]

[limitedrun]

Wooooo!

[Griffin slams the breaks down on the red sports car he's driving. The tires squeal loudly, as does the monster he's running over with them. Some unlucky bastard had to ditch his wheels outside in order to get inside on time and in one piece. Griffin never could resist a pretty car.

He can't really drive, though. He's self-taught, like he is in so many other things. Jumping and driving is an entirely different phenomenon. It becomes even more different when the sole purpose of driving the car is using it as a weapon. Griffin kind of specializes in that particular area.

The beast is killed with no issue. He comes across a problem when the car doesn't respond to him hitting the breaks. Machines that are out in the Dark for prolonged periods of time become extraordinarily unreliable. The engine is sputtering and the car just keeps going.]

Oh fuck it--!

[He Jumps out of the car. The car smashes against the alley wall. Griffin would have been thrown out headfirst, but now he is safely at the end of the alley, brushing off

[lostmygrace]

[...Well it's not hard to miss the screech of tires and failing engine as it rips by on the street, at least. Or the voice hollering out of it. And that sort of ruckus was just bound to stir up trouble, to call out more creatures and monsters and what the hell Griffin.

And down the alley it goes. That was a dead-end alley, what was he-- The explosion sets her at a run before she realizes it. Except- he's right there, having just Jumped to the end, dusting himself off and that would definitely be enough to rouse a number of monsters. Sticking around didn't .. sound like a good idea, but at least she'd found him.]

So this is how you burn off steam?

[limitedrun]

[He glances back at the wrecked car. That is probably going to get a lot of attention. Griffin looks down and rubs his chin thoughtfully. Maybe he should go back and get the flamethrower before--

His eyes widen. That voice he knows. Griffin marches up to her and takes her arm.]

What the hell are you doing out? Did getting holy give you brain damage?

[The situation couldn't possibly get anymore pot and kettle.]

Underground mall, daytime

[showbizpanache]

[The last few weeks (months. years.) have been rough, and Kurt decides he needs to indulge in a little retail therapy. After he hits up all of his favorite boutiques, he heads to one of the bigger department stores to look at winter shoes. He loves his Docs, but he doesn't relish the idea of getting them covered in slush and dirty snow when winter comes.

In doing so he passes the men's department, which is close to the exit. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a man that looks very familiar walking swiftly out of the store, looking rather the definition of shifty.

Kurt sighs heavily, sets down the pair of socks he'd been eyeing and follows him, shopping bags in tow.]

So did you put that on your gold card? Or your invisible one? [He glances at the parcel Griffin has tucked under his arm. Kurt doesn't look judgmental; just a bit sardonic.]

[limitedrun]

[Griffin needs a couple new shirts. His nights out are starting to take their toll on his wardrobe. (That only consisted of one outfit, as he just left with absolutely no warning or plan.) He leaves the store with the stuff tucked away.

He would normally ignore the voice addressing him, or even just hit the person. But he knows that soft, sarcastic voice. Griffin turns. It becomes very apparent that the nights are taking their toll on him. He doesn't look like he's slept or eaten properly in days. He's slightly more clean but that's only because he snuck into a gym earlier to use the shower there. He is littered with injuries, including the ones on his face.

Griffin acknowledges none of this. He addresses Kurt like this is completely normal. His voice may be much sharper and more strained than usual, but that's neither here nor there to Griffin.]

Black, actually. You probably couldn't see, blends so well with th'outfit.

[showbizpanache]

[There are a lot of things going through Kurt's head right then--mostly criticisms, honestly, but they die on their way to his throat. He can't get over how Griffin looks--haggard, thin, pale...not unlike how Kurt himself is looking these days. The only difference is that Kurt does his damnedest not to let it show.]

[He sighs and begins to walk, giving Griffin a meaningful look.] Come on. We're going to the food court.

[limitedrun]

What?

[Griffin takes a moment to look scandalized. Is he being bossed around by a teenager?

Then free food overrides any indignation. He doesn't need help, not at all. But if Kurt wants to waste his money then that's hardly Griffin's problem. He follows along, hands in his pockets.]

So long as we're clear that this isn't a date. I don't play for that team.

Tuesday, just before sirens

[bodyreads]

[Since Carrie's death, Cassandra has taken extra care to look out for the other Robins, for Spoiler, and for Batman. She knows she doesn't have to - they can look after each other - but it's very clear now that no one in this place is safe. No one is invincible. And until she knows things will be okay again, she's going to keep trying to protect who she can...either from the Darkness, or from themselves.

She just wishes she knew how to go about it better.

The shadow she casts in the dimming light makes her look like Batman, menacing and dark. She embraces the shadow and the coming night, content to keep to the rooftops, until she sees someone down below. She's seen him slinking around the past couple of days. She's heard his voice on the network.

She watches him.]

[limitedrun]

[Griffin is whistling some embarrassing pop tune from the radio. Damn if that ra ra song isn't catchy. He idly stomps on one of those little nasty Darkness critters before continuing on his way.]

Come on out, fresh meat here. [beat] Maybe not the freshest, but not bad.

[He turns to look behind him. Nope. Sometimes, it could be like this. Eerie silence settles over things, practically as palpable as the Darkness itself. Griffin is hard to spook though, especially considering that he's actively seeking the things that go bump in the night. He walks forward again.]

Are you afraid I'm gonna kick your ass again? I'll be gentle, promise!

[bodyreads]

[Reckless. Foolish. Cass raises an eyebrow as she watches him, least of all because he's singing a song she heard earlier that day. Instead, she's focused on how he's killing monsters...and not caring if they come after him.

Silent, quick, she jumps down to one of the fire escapes nearby, balancing on the edge. When she speaks, her voice is strong, commanding. Like his.]

You're holding yourself out as bait. Why?

[limitedrun]

[At this point, Griffin knows that he isn't going to be the only one roaming the Port at night. He fights the urge to Jump at every single noise.

He looks up at the masked girl. His heart leaps in his throat for a brief moment. But no, it's not her. Just... some other weirdo dressed up and fighting crime.]

Well, I'm waiting for you to save me. Isn't it obvious?

[He's looking around, only half paying attention to the conversation. Griffin clearly couldn't give less of a damn about her. He's waiting for those sirens. Griffin wonders if anything would lurk around right before they went off, which is why he's early tonight. He's studying these things just as much as he's taking out his frustrations on them. It's pretty fascinating.]