Who are these masked men, anyway?

[crazylikefawkes]

Who: Nite Owl and V, maybe others?
What: Just a chance encounter and an odd conversation, like as not. V looks like a shady character and Dan is suspicious.
Where: Eastern District, somewhere between the Museum and the Plaza.
When: Backdated to before V’s meeting with Wendy.
Warnings: None.

Comments

No apologies! It's fine!

[owlthemedhero]

Dan wasn't in the habit of patrolling. Not anymore. He hardly needed to, with how many trustworthy and capable people Nautilus had attracted (they seemed to balance out the more questionable citizens quite well

:)

[crazylikefawkes]

"I am indeed; a stranger in a strange land, still." ...And stranger now than ever.

V met the other mask halfway, appraising the adventurer and biting back a laugh. It wouldn't've been directed at the owl-man, or his choice of costume, or the oddness of the encounter; instead, it would have been no more than a reasonable reaction to an affirmation of what was (he felt) a fundamental truth: Everyone's got a story. Everyone is a hero, a villain, a lover, a fool. Everyone.

Why an owl?

Any explanation is---in all probability---a story for some other time.

[owlthemedhero]

Dan nodded in agreement. As the other costumed man came closer, he half expected him to say something more. But he didn't, and looking into that smiling mask made the silence disconcerting.

So he tried to fill it. "Aren't we all?" He looked the man over, trying to decide whether he would fit in back in his world. Actually, he wouldn't exactly stick out...

"Where are you from, if you don't mind my asking?"

[crazylikefawkes]

"Some may say so, and I imagine others would argue the case. I believe it was Stevenson who stated that: 'There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.'" The initial silence had the excuse of observation; involved now, V was inclined to be a bit more sociable. A smile, it seemed, suited the situation.

"London. If I may ask after your own origins...?"